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Parev friends,
I should have introduced myself earlier. I am from Turkey. I live in Istanbul. My mother's grandfather is a native of Bayburt(Baberd), her grandmother is from Daghestan, other grandfather is from Albania and other grandmother is a Syrian Arab. My father's grandfather is from Shumen, Bulgaria(might be a Jevish convert), grandmother is from Florina, Greece. Other grandfather and grandmother are from Nigde. As you see I am like a mud.
I adopted the name Vagharshapat because it sounded good, but I didnt know it was the name of a city. Maybe I should change it to Vagharshak. I am interested in Armenian names, because I love how they sound. I write down the ones which sound good to me. My favourite names start with a V; Vartan, Vahan, Vasak, Vartkes, Vazgen, Viken, Vardapet, Vagharsh, Varderes, Varoujan, etc . I have always felt an affinity to Armenians my whole life. Because in Turkey Armenians were regarded as one mystic nation or as aliens. They were among us. But there was something about them, there was a bitter thing. They mentioned Armenians with a disgust. It drew my attention. And I started researching. The more I searched, the more I admired them. I read many books about them, I read about their daily lives in Ottoman Empire by Hagop Mintzuri, about how peaceful, how hardworking, how talented, how funny people they were. I respected their culture. And these people had been erased from their homelands. I saw the Truth about them and my country. It changed my whole point of view. I became always thinking about this genocide, it became like an obsession for me, I was seeing it in my dreams. My thoughts became very radical. My thoughts were rejected by many people and I became a lonely person. Now I was defending Western Armenia to be restored, all the Armenians to return to their homelands. Also I was defending a Kurdistan to be founded and Pontos culture to be revived. Because these were the original cultures of these lands. And all my life I tried to serve the Truth and Justice.
In fact, instead of being a member of a warrior and supressing nation, I would prefer to be a member of a persecuted nation. After I read the poem of Paruyr Sevak my respect increased even more. Let me quote this poem;
We are few but we are called Armenians
We do not put ourselves above anyone
Simply we also admit that we, only we have Mount Ararat
And that it is right here on the clear Sevan
that the sky could make its exact duplicate
Simply David has indeed fought right here
Simply the Narek was written right here
Simply we know how to build from the rock, a monastery
How to make fish from stone, how to make man from clay
To learn to become the student of the beautiful,
the kind, the noble, and the good
We are few, but we are called Armenians
We do not put ourselves above anyone
Simply our fortune has just been so different
Simply we have just shed too much blood
Simply in our lives of centuries long
When we were many and when we were strong
Even then we did not oppress any nation
See, centuries have come and centuries have passed
Yet over no one have we become tyrants
If we have enslaved, only with our eyes
And if we have ruled, only with our books
If we have prevailed, only with our talents
And if we have ever oppressed,
it has only been with our wounds
Simply with us death had fallen in love
Yet we willingly did not give ourselves
And when we were forced to leave our own land
Where ever we reached, where ever we went
Everywhere we left indelible trace
We have joined efforts for everyone, always
We plowed everywhere, we built bridges, we tied arches
We plowed everywhere and we brought forth crops
We gave everyone mind, proverbs, and songs
Another words we defended them from spiritual coldness
Every where we left our eyes reflection
A peace of our soul and a sacrament from the heart itself
We are few, truly, but we are Armenians
And by being few we do not succumb
Because it is better to be few in life, then to control life by being many
Because it is better rather to be few, then to be masters by being many
Because it is better to be few, then to be swindlers
We are few, yes, but we are Armenians
And we know how to sigh from yet unhealed wounds
But with a new juice we rejoice and we cheer
We know how to thrust into the foe's side
If I was an Armenian, I would be proud....
I should have introduced myself earlier. I am from Turkey. I live in Istanbul. My mother's grandfather is a native of Bayburt(Baberd), her grandmother is from Daghestan, other grandfather is from Albania and other grandmother is a Syrian Arab. My father's grandfather is from Shumen, Bulgaria(might be a Jevish convert), grandmother is from Florina, Greece. Other grandfather and grandmother are from Nigde. As you see I am like a mud.
I adopted the name Vagharshapat because it sounded good, but I didnt know it was the name of a city. Maybe I should change it to Vagharshak. I am interested in Armenian names, because I love how they sound. I write down the ones which sound good to me. My favourite names start with a V; Vartan, Vahan, Vasak, Vartkes, Vazgen, Viken, Vardapet, Vagharsh, Varderes, Varoujan, etc
. I have always felt an affinity to Armenians my whole life. Because in Turkey Armenians were regarded as one mystic nation or as aliens. They were among us. But there was something about them, there was a bitter thing. They mentioned Armenians with a disgust. It drew my attention. And I started researching. The more I searched, the more I admired them. I read many books about them, I read about their daily lives in Ottoman Empire by Hagop Mintzuri, about how peaceful, how hardworking, how talented, how funny people they were. I respected their culture. And these people had been erased from their homelands. I saw the Truth about them and my country. It changed my whole point of view. I became always thinking about this genocide, it became like an obsession for me, I was seeing it in my dreams. My thoughts became very radical. My thoughts were rejected by many people and I became a lonely person. Now I was defending Western Armenia to be restored, all the Armenians to return to their homelands. Also I was defending a Kurdistan to be founded and Pontos culture to be revived. Because these were the original cultures of these lands. And all my life I tried to serve the Truth and Justice.In fact, instead of being a member of a warrior and supressing nation, I would prefer to be a member of a persecuted nation. After I read the poem of Paruyr Sevak my respect increased even more. Let me quote this poem;
We are few but we are called Armenians
We do not put ourselves above anyone
Simply we also admit that we, only we have Mount Ararat
And that it is right here on the clear Sevan
that the sky could make its exact duplicate
Simply David has indeed fought right here
Simply the Narek was written right here
Simply we know how to build from the rock, a monastery
How to make fish from stone, how to make man from clay
To learn to become the student of the beautiful,
the kind, the noble, and the good
We are few, but we are called Armenians
We do not put ourselves above anyone
Simply our fortune has just been so different
Simply we have just shed too much blood
Simply in our lives of centuries long
When we were many and when we were strong
Even then we did not oppress any nation
See, centuries have come and centuries have passed
Yet over no one have we become tyrants
If we have enslaved, only with our eyes
And if we have ruled, only with our books
If we have prevailed, only with our talents
And if we have ever oppressed,
it has only been with our wounds
Simply with us death had fallen in love
Yet we willingly did not give ourselves
And when we were forced to leave our own land
Where ever we reached, where ever we went
Everywhere we left indelible trace
We have joined efforts for everyone, always
We plowed everywhere, we built bridges, we tied arches
We plowed everywhere and we brought forth crops
We gave everyone mind, proverbs, and songs
Another words we defended them from spiritual coldness
Every where we left our eyes reflection
A peace of our soul and a sacrament from the heart itself
We are few, truly, but we are Armenians
And by being few we do not succumb
Because it is better to be few in life, then to control life by being many
Because it is better rather to be few, then to be masters by being many
Because it is better to be few, then to be swindlers
We are few, yes, but we are Armenians
And we know how to sigh from yet unhealed wounds
But with a new juice we rejoice and we cheer
We know how to thrust into the foe's side
If I was an Armenian, I would be proud....
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