Saboteurs or Hostages: The Hastag Wars #SaveAzeHostages vs. #AzeSaboteurs

it amuses me to no end to read hashtag wars concerning any topic, but when it’s about 2 men clearly coming onto Artsakh (Karabakh) territory and, according to Armenian sources, killed 2 and wounding one, I must say that the Azerbaijani claims are perfectly laughable. When near every post admits those men were captured on “occupied” territory, one must begin to question the level of brainwashing in that hostile nation. Now, you will notice that I used words like “claim” and “occupied” and this is not because I actually believe it’s but a claim or Armenians have occupied the territory, but simply for niceties sake. After all, it’s always good to give one the benefit of a doubt.

Suppose they did not come into Armenian lands to kill, steal, or take back information to their commanders. Suppose they are the innocent villagers  claims them to be. They most certainly were on land that doesn’t currently belong to them, coming in from a country that instills hostility in its people towards the people living in the independent state, and they wouldn’t have come in just for a stroll about the grounds. I’m not sure if it takes a rocket scientist to figure this one out, but no matter what they were doing, they had to pass a border that’s closely guarded by the army (meaning they knew where they may have been openings, how to skirt around the security and exactly where to go once in. And then there’s the whole issue of the dead teenager, the dead soldier and the wounded mother of 2. Suppose they didn’t do it, that they truly were there to visit dead relatives’ graves. I don’t know about you, but that sounds a little absurd to me.

For a look into the fake profiles and the beginning of this particular hashtag war, check out this post by Katy Pearce. Hits the nail on the head as always.

Shahbaz Quliyev, 46, and Dilham Askerov, 54, are charged with murder, espionage, illegal border crossing, and illegal weapons possession. The trial began in Stepanakert on October 27. There had been a 3rd in the group but he was killed during the sabotage attempt in the summer, when the three came in through Qarvachar. The body of the third was given over to Azerbaijan last month, while the trial continues after the first session took place 2 days ago.

What is the hashtag war all about? We have  on one side while  is fighting on the other. The Armenian side does not have any fake accounts (would be pretty useless anyway) while the majority of posters on the Azerbaijani side are controlled by one main account connected to the president of the ruling party’s youth wing. The images below show propaganda from both sides. The first has an image of a little girl asking for her father back (who is she really? is this photoshopped? Lots of questions), while the Armenian side has photoshopped the image to show what the paper in her hands SHOULD say. She does rather remind us of an Armenian child too. Who knows?

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Armenian posters depicting the fatalities of the infiltration onto Artsakh soil show not hostility per se, but truly throw the facts into the faces of those who dare insinuate that a mobilized infiltration into the territory was done to see a single grave. The absurdity of the notion is insulting to those who should have to hear the explanation. A hostage would be if one was held for something in return, say to refrain from war, to have the government give in to a certain demand, etc. In this case, the “hostages” were caught, have confessed to theft, are expected to confess to the murders, and are currently on trial. Should they have been “returned” to Azerbaijan, we can imagine that these men would receive state honours, just like Ramil Safarov.

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On the other hand, should the roles have been reversed and an Armenian caught on Azerbaijani land, torture and death is what awaited him or her. I highly doubt exceptions would have been made if a woman decided to go “visit the grave of her mother or grandmother.” The question now might be, “why would you visit a grave in a place where you know you’ll be taken, tortured, and/or killed (raped as well most probably)?” Now pose that question to Azerbaijan. Unless, of course, the people believe Armenians are kind and allow “innocent” men to come into their territory untouched while there’s a 99.9% possibility that the one coming in is a spy or saboteur. I’m not quite sure which is more absurd: believing the men coming over the border secretly were thinking benign thoughts or actually concocting such a silly tale in the first place.

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Interesting Businesses in Armenia: RadiArt

In my pursuit to find businesses where products are made in Armenia, I came across a rather interesting startup called RadiArt: artistically designed radiators. Normally, radiators have simple designs and are more practical than praiseworthy. These pieces seem to be works of art on their own, and what better way to start a conversation at the table but by showing off an interesting radiator art collection? 

Business information can be found on the company’s Facebook page

BBC report: ‘The last Armenians of Myanmar’

Originally posted on PeopleOfAr:

One of the oldest churches in Myanmar, also known as Burma, is struggling to keep going – its congregation only occasionally reaches double figures. But the opening up of the country to outside investment and tourism is offering new hope.

Armenian Church of Myanmar
Armenian Church of Myanmar


Reverend John Felix, priest at the Armenian church in Yangon, also known as Rangoon, can’t speak Armenian – but then neither can his congregation. Not that there is much of a congregation these days – just seven, myself included, on a recent Sunday morning.

The 150-year-old church enjoys an imposing location, at a street corner in downtown Yangon. It’s a beautiful building, a patch of calm in a bustling city. The Armenian Orthodox church of St John the Baptist – standing, suitably, on Merchant Street – is almost all that’s left of what was one of the city’s main…

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Living in a Place I Love to Call Home

Perhaps I’m one of the lucky ones. Perhaps that’s how the Heavens ordained it. I have been living in Armenia for 1 year and 2 months now, exactly a year after I wrote the post referenced in Repat Armenia’s article. I would rewrite every sentiment I expressed there and more. 

You see, after a year of living in the place I love to call home, I am more in love with this country than ever before. I have not contemplated moving away from Armenia for even a moment, instead encouraging those who visit throughout the summer months to consider investing in our country, to moving even partially, to creating ties with our wonderful Armenia. After all, we are the ones who will keep this our home. If we all left, who would be left to till the soil, cultivate the land, bring in the foreigners or show them the beauty of an ancient civilization, however lost it may be in time.

I passed the 1st summer, I passed the winter and now the 2nd summer is almost over. I live and breathe Armenia. My aim? Help boost local production, encourage Made in Armenia products (for which I have a list here- Made in Armenia), and pretty much try to keep locals here while helping repatriates when and where I can. 

I’ve held multiple side jobs and continue to do so. Jobs exist in this country, though not enough for everyone it seems. Sometimes job requirements want much more than what the job itself demands, which can cause problems. 

Yet, how can one not be happy? The fact that the city is small means that I can walk everywhere. If I must go far or need to be there asap, public transportation costs less than 25 cents, while taxis will not exceed $2.50 – unless of course you leave Yerevan or go from one end to the other. Still, it costs $5.00 to get to the airport, even less from my place. 

How can I not be happy when there is constantly one festival after another? When random things are always occurring on Northern Avenue, around the Opera or Cascade? How can I not be happy when everywhere I go, I hear Armenian. I hear all dialects now, adding to the joy. The country is slower paced, each day is lived to its maximum and the quality of one’s life is so much better than that in Canada. It’s simple here. The fruit is eaten off the trees, people are often good and kind (even those with soviet-style harsh demeanors), and there isn’t a place in the world I’d rather be but in Armenia. 

After so long, I’m still a dreamer and ever the optimist. A realist optimist is what I would call myself and I see our country blossoming with our efforts. Home is where the heart is, and my heart is fully entrenched in Armenia’s mountainous terrain. 

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Հինգ մոռցուած հարսանեկան սովորութիւններ

Originally posted on աղուոր բառեր:

Եզմորթէք

Շատ զգուշութեամբ կը մորթուի հարսանեկան եզը, որպէսզի նախանձ մարդիկ թել չփաթթեն զոհի արեան մէջ, որովհետեւ այդ թելի հանգոյցով կրնայ “կապուիլ” փեսայի առնականութիւնը:
Եզմորթէքէն ետք կը հագցընեն փեսան:
Մակարները մոմերով կը կանգնին փեսային շուրջը եւ լոյսով կը պաշտպանեն զինք չար ոգիներէն: Անոնք վառած մոմերով կ՚ապահովեն փեսային առնականութիւնը:
Միւս կողմէն, հարսը կը լոգցնեն մեղր ու կարագով:

Մակար

Քսան-երեսուն տարեկան քսանհինգէն-յիսուն հոգինոց ամուրիներու խումբ մըն է:
Մակարներու խումբը կազմուած կ՚ըլլայ փեսային հաւատարիմ հարսապաշտպան ամուրի երիտասարդներէ:
Մակարներու պարտականութիւնն է հաճելի եւ անփորձանք անցընել հարսնիքը ու պաշտպանել հարսն ու փեսան, մանաւանդ նկատի առնելով հարս առեւանգելու հայկական հին սովորոյթները:

harsanegan yergu

Ծծագին

Տղային հայրը ծծագին կու տար հարսնացուի մօրը՝ իբրեւ վարձատրութիւն աղջկան տրուած մօրենական կաթին:

Ծառօժիտ

Հայ գիւղացիին օժիտի ցանկը կ’ընդգրկէր ծառ կամ այգի:
Հայկական գիւղերու մէջ պատուական էր եւ նոյնիսկ պարտադիր ծառօժիտը:
Ծառի կամ այգիի նուիրումով` կը ցանկացուէր նորակազմ ընտանիքը կապել պապենական հողերուն:

harsanegan meg

Կարմիր խնձոր տալ

Հայ տղաքը, իրենց առաջին հանդիպումին, իրենց սիրած աղջկան կու տան…

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Thoughts, News and Interesting Tidbits- From Armenia C. 2013

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