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Hayk Nahapet

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Hayk Shalunts

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Hayk Shalunts

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You know what? Here, have my little WIP.

Makar knew, there are different kind of ways man can get answers he needs. He can press them on or perhaps he can play with their feelings, force pity on them so they would give him the answers that he deserved to know. He balled his fists, he thinks he got it. The boy quickly turned around and shouted "Which one of you irresponible fools is my FATHER?"

He caught both of them by surprise, they both sure were shocked, looking at him wide-eyed, not expecting this. Hayk and Lado glanced at each other. Lado raised his eyebrows along the corner of his mouth, trying to communicate something to Hayk.

Makar kept glaring at them "I am not asking a hard question, so answer me! Now!"

They kept sitting silently, Lado rubbed circles on his temple with a thumb trying to soothe his headache at least a little bit, that now was getting worse thanks to Makar, while Hayk fidgeted in his chair. Makar kept watching them, waiting. They both spun around him and his mother. Hayk all time since he could remember, while Lado is the one who keeps sending them gifts and money. Makar doesn't see him often, he lives in Lesoliky after all, works at some secret job and has a full blown family there from what he had heard. Doesn't matter whom from them is his father, he is going to curse both of them out for not doing things properly for his mother.

The first one to break silence was Hayk, he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck "Well..." He began in his broken Labroiyan, which had that terrible accent that cut the ear.

"Yeees?" Makar leant forward in anticipation.

"Well," He glanced away "That's not me. I wasn't even here at the time."

"Oh, really?"

"Yes..."

"Prove it."

Hayk scowled "prove it?"

Makar let out the groan, like he often does when he is annoyed. "YES! How are you going to prove it?!" Lado mummbled something under his breath tapping on the table.

Hayk shrugged "Y'can ask August, Mikha-jan, Nerses, our street cleaner Osman, Manana the hanging tongue, well, anyone from our neighborhood and beyond. Everyone knows that I wasn't in Gurzistan."

"Why you weren't here?"

Hayk sighed rolling his eyes as far as his skull allowed "Because I was in Hayer! You know, trying to live and living in my homeland. Boy, what's up with you interrogating me like this? You don't trust my word?"

Lado continued tapping "Can you stop this detective play already? I am not in the mood for this."

Makar shook his head with a big forced smile "No, because I want answer. I deserve it. Now answer."

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Original title: Ազիզյանները.

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Hayk Shalunts

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The couple clacked notes from the safe sidelines. He was the leader of their trio.

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Sorgulanmayan “normallikler”

Oya Açan

Normal buymuş gibi benimsetilen her şey, sorgulanmayan “normallikler”, yabancılaşmanın içselleştirilmesinin de kaynağıdır. “İnkârın temel kuralı, inkâr edilenlerin de inkâra katılmasının gerekliliğidir” ve sistem böyle işler

Saçlarına yılların akı düşmüş, yüzünde hüzün dışında başka bir şey seçilemeyen kadın usul usul konuşuyor. Telaşsız bir kendine güven hali var tavırlarında. Acısını bağırarak, isyan halinde dile getirmiyor. Kendini hiç öne çıkarmadan, Ermenilerden bir Ermeni'nin yaşadıklarını, kendini ifade etme araçlarını tane tane anlatıyor: “...Ben de kültürel mirasımızı şarkılarla yaşatabilmeye çalışan biriyim.”

O, İlda Simonian. Ermeni halkının bir evladı, bir müzisyen, “Acılar ağıtlarla dile dökülür” diyor. Çocukluğuna dair sadece müzikle tanıştığı kesiti öğrenebiliyoruz. Müzikle kat ettiği yol, ezgileriyle, kültürel mirası keşfetme çabasıyla başka Ermenilere nasıl bir ilham kaynağı olduğuna tanıklık ediyoruz.

Ermeni Soykırımı’nın 108. yılındayız.

1915 öncesi Anadolu'da 1 buçuk milyon Ermeni yaşıyordu. Şu anda Türkiye'de yaklaşık 60-80 bin Ermeni (hemşinli Ermenilerle birlikte) yaşıyor. Anlaşılması için şöyle de söyleyebiliriz: Ermeni nüfusu yüzde 9’dan on binde 9’a düşmüş durumda.

O binde 9'un da halen ya “güvercin tedirginliği” ya da kimliğini derinlere gömerek yaşadığını biliyoruz. Bunun son örneği de geçtiğimiz günlerde hayatını kaybeden tiyatro sanatçısı Rana Solakyan oldu. Bir ömür boyu ötekileştirilmiş ve dışlanmış, kimliğini gizleyerek kendini inkar etmek zorunda bırakılmış hâlâ nice Ermeni var kuşkusuz. Solakyan bunlardan sadece biriydi. Birçoğumuz onu Rana Cabbar olarak biliyorduk ölene kadar... Ne acı! Bu aynı zamanda soykırımcı inkarcıların inkar edilenlerin bilincini de yıllar içinde bulandırarak, adeta yeni bir algı inşa ederek yol aldıklarının tipik ifadesidir.

Bir halk soykırıma uğratıldıysa, aradan yüzlerce yıl geçse de bunun izleri silinmez. Zamana havale edilmez acılar ve yaşananlar. Fakat bilinçli bir çabayla bunun izini sürmek, izleri ortaya çıkarmak ve kuşaklar boyunca kopmuş/koparılmış zincirleri bir araya getirme uğraşı çok değerlidir. Soykırımın salt acılarla örülmüş yanını görüp onu her açıdan deşelemeden bırakırsak, insanı insan yapan kaynaklardan da yavaş yavaş kopmuş oluruz.

Kavramların/kavramsallaştırmanın çok önemli olmadığı düşünülür genellikle, öyle değil de böyle kullanıldığında da anlaşıldığı varsayılır. Bir halkın topyekûn katledilmesini “soykırım” sözcüğüyle tanımlamakla tanımlamamak arasındaki derin ve yıllara yayılacak algı olağanlaştırılıp üzerinden atlanacak bir şey değildir. Bizi kuşatan, belirleyen, yolumuzu çizmemizi koşullayan şeylerin başında duygu ve düşüncelerimizi de şekillendiren algı ve yaklaşımlarımız gelir.

Hangi olgu ya da süreç olursa olsun üstünden atlayarak ya da yanından dolanarak, işin kolayına kaçarak “sürdürülebilir” olanı tercih ederek yaşamaya çalışmak bizi yaşatır yaşatmasına da bu ne kadar “yaşamak” olur. Normal buymuş gibi benimsetilen her şey, sorgulanmayan “normallikler”, yabancılaşmanın içselleştirilmesinin de kaynağıdır. “İnkârın temel kuralı, inkâr edilenlerin de inkâra katılmasının gerekliliğidir” ve sistem böyle işler.

Her türlü ezen-ezilen ilişkisi açısından geçerlidir bu! İşçi kendi değerlerini, haklarını ve özlemlerini sistemin çarklarının işleyişine uygun olarak tanımlar kendini hiçleştirirse patron “işveren” oluverir. Kadın, erkek egemenlikçi sistemden kaynaklanan ezme-ezilme ilişkisini benimserse inkâra onay vermiş -bilinçsiz de olsa-, onu sürdürmüş olur.

Sürgündeyken her yıl bizi görmeye gelen anneme, yanımızda olduğu kesitte okuması için belli kitaplar ayırırdık, onun okumaktan ve öğrenmekten keyif alacağı kitapları... Bunlardan biri de Dr. Hayk Açıkgöz'ün “Anadolulu Bir Ermeni Komünistin Anıları��ydı.

Onlar “Cumhuriyet öğretmenleri”ydi, Cumhuriyet de zaten bu sayede “Cumhuriyet” olmuştu. Soykırımlarla, kapitalist birikim için Ermeni, Rum ve Yahudi mallarına çökerek ve yağmayla... Türkiye kapitalizmi için ihtiyaç duyulan ekonomik ve askeri zor buralardan geçerek, bu sayede inşa edilmiştir.

Hitler’in Yahudi soykırımı yaparken “Ermenilerin hesabını soran mı var” dediği söylenir. 1930'lardan sonra Yahudileri ortadan kaldırma vahşeti sırasında Hitler'e bile “ilham kaynağı” olmuş bu soykırım gerçeği, inkar ve imha politikaları genlerine işlemiş olan faşist Türk devleti eliyle hala sürdürülüyor. Tarih olarak 1915'te başlatıldığı söylense de 1910'lardan itibaren adım adım örülmüş bu imha edici ağ sadece Ermenileri yutmadı; Keldanileri, Nasturileri ve Süryanileri, Kürtleri ve Alevileri de vurdu.

Sermayenin el değiştirmesi ya da siyasal tahakküm için tarihsel gericilik birikiminin kaşınmasına, ihtiyaç duyulduğunda bu fitilin ateşlenmesine yönelik yaklaşımlar ise halen devam ediyor. Bunun zemininin yok edilmesiyse halkın demokratik bir kültürle buluşması, demokrasi mücadelesinin parçası haline getirilirken söz konusu tarihsel gerçeklikle hesaplaşacak bir cesaretin kuşanılmasıyla mümkün olacaktır.

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Art by Hayk Shalunts

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A new System Of A Down statue has been erected in Armenia’s capital city, Yerevan. Sculpted by Hayk Tokmajyan

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On February 19, 2004, 26-year-old Armenian Army Lieutenant Gurgen Margaryan was asleep in his room in Budapest, where he had come to participate in a NATO-sponsored Partnership for Peace program — a mission meant to promote cooperation and understanding between nations. But instead of peace, he met unimaginable brutality.

In the dead of night, azeri officer ramil safarov crept into his room, armed with an axe. Without hesitation, he delivered 16 savage blows to Gurgen’s defenseless, sleeping body, brutally hacking him to death. Sixteen times. Sixteen blows to a young man who never even had a chance to defend himself. Sixteen blows of pure hatred by a cowardly bastard from a tribe bred to hate and ravage.

And what did safarov do after this unspeakable crime, you'd ask? He didn’t deny it. He didn’t hide. He proudly admitted to the murder, claiming he had done it simply because Gurgen was Armenian. He even declared that if given the chance, he would have killed another. No remorse. No regret. No shame.

This is how Gurgen's Hungarian roommate, Kuti Balash, remembers the evening before the murder: “Gurgen and I were sharing a room at the dormitory. The evening before the murder I was watching a football match between Armenia and Hungary, while Gurgen was sitting at the desk preparing his homework. He just came back from the gym.” Staying with them on the same floor were participants of different nationalities, including ramil safarov and another azerbaijani officer. Balash mentions that there were no conflicts among any members of the group. The subject of international conflicts was discussed only once, during the first day of getting acquainted, but nobody spoke of it afterwards.

On the evening of February 18, Balash had tea and went to bed, as he had fever, while Gurgen Margaryan kept on studying. Around 9:30 p.m. Margaryan went to visit another program participant from Armenia, Hayk Makuchyan, who was staying in another room.

Balash does not remember when Gurgen came back, but early in the morning he felt that someone turned on the light. He thought it was Gurgen returning to the room, but after hearing some muffled sounds, he turned his head away from the wall and saw the azerbaijani officer standing by Gurgen’s bed, with a long axe in his hands.

“By that time I understood that something terrible had happened for there was blood all around. I started to shout at the azerbaijani urging him to stop it. He said that had no problems with me and would not touch me, stabbed Gurgen a couple of more times and left. The expression of his face was as if he was glad he had finished something important. Greatly shocked, I ran out of the room to find help, and ramil went in another direction.”

What happened next testifies that the murder had been planned in advance. It was not a crime of a personal motivations between Gurgen and ramil. Immediately after murdering Lieutenant Margaryan, ramil safarov went to the room of the second Armenian officer, to finish with him as well.

That morning, after committing his first murder, ramil went to Makuchyan's room with an intention to kill him. In the corridor, meeting a classmate from Uzbekistan who came out of the room after hearing suspicious noise, ramil offered him to come and assist him in killing the second Armenian. The Uzbek tried to calm the murderer down but did not manage to stop him.

Afterwards everyone confessed that they were frightened to approach ramil with a blood-stained axe closer than at three meters. Approaching Makuchyan’s room, ramil tried to open it by shaking its handle. As Makuchyan confessed, he usually had a habit of locking doors, unlike Gurgen, but that night he forgot to do it, and the door was locked by his Lithuanian roommate.

Being unable to open the door, ramil started to shout out Makuchyan's name in a threatening voice. Half asleep, Hayk went towards the door to open it, but his Lithuanian roommate managed to save him for the second time. He stopped Hayk from opening the door, as he thought that there was a real threat in safarov's voice and that he might be armed. To make sure, he phoned to another Lithuanian who lived at the same corridor asking him to check whether safarov was armed and what was going on at all. Meanwhile, safarov went to look for Hayk in the room of the Serbian and the Ukrainian roommates, showing them the blood-stained axe and stating that he thirsted for nobody's blood but Armenian. Hayk Makuchyan was told afterwards, that ramil ran to the room of another azerbaijani officer, told him something in azerbaijani, and then ran and stabbed the door of Makuchyan’s room three times with an axe. By that time the second Lithuanian and the police approached.

Justice? There was none. Though Hungary sentenced him to life in prison, in 2012, Hungary handed him over to azerbaijan, 'believing he would serve his sentence' (An investigation by a Hungarian news agency reveals that azerbaijan has used a $3 billion slush fund to facilitate safarov's release and extradition).

The moment he stepped onto azeri soil, safarov was greeted as a hero. A hero! Not only was he pardoned by azerbaijan’s president aliev, but he was promoted, given a home, back pay for his years in prison, and welcomed like a champion—for killing a SLEEPING Armenian.

So, if you ever find yourself sharing a space with an azeri, you'd better make sure the door is locked.

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Hayk Shalunts

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Hayk Shalunts Art...

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I came across a quote that said:

You'll always be brave in someone's mind and coward in another's, strong to one and fragile to another, good to one and terrible to another.

You will be seen as annoying to one and comforting to another.

Some will feel anxious around you and some will find peace in your company. Some will see you as "too much" while others will see you as a gift.

The world will look at you from their subjective point of view.

The world is never going to agree on a definition of who you are.

So you might as well live the way that feels true to your heart

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Art: Hayk Shalunts

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Hayk Shalunts