I moved to Armenia for good almost two years ago. It is not so much, but not too little to draw some conclusions. Everything is ok, and I found myself and my place under the Armenian sun. Locals often ask me why I left Belarus, where I grew up since I was seven months old. They ask how it was possible to give up something relatively similar to the local reality but more stable, in contrast to the much worse reality here, where you are not sure of tomorrow. So, my answer is that no matter how worse it is here, I still feel that I am in my place. I strongly feel that I must go through all these endeavors side by side with my people and on my land. I have to be with Armenia always - both in trouble and in joy. Who, if not us, her children?
Imagine that Armenia is a mother with whom you were once separated, or whom you voluntarily left. Now, imagine that she is being hurt. Her wounds bleed for centuries. Some of them slowly heal, while new ones begin to bleed. Sometimes she feels abandoned and lonely, but she is embarrassed to share it with you because she sincerely wants her children to live in peace and safety. Your actions? Visiting her within the short-term engagement? Financial and other types of assistance, but still at a distance? How long can you last this way without the opportunity to look into her sad and tortured eyes at any moment? How long can you live without giving her even a little live energy and healing her wounds with your hugs? Mother is strong, patient, and resilient. She can survive without you. But does she deserve it? Yet you, for sure, somewhere in the depths of your soul, at least once felt that you needed her.
When all the Armenians, who consider themselves as such, would want to reunite with our mother, we have every chance to do something qualitatively more significant for our Motherland and ourselves as a nation. Against all odds, despite all difficulties and “cons”, against the current. Let us wake up tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and two days after tomorrow and do it. Together.Marianna Chobanyan