‘Cayxana’
is our national parliament where all the problems are discussed
‘Goz
deyib!’ is our national first diagnosis
“Sohbeti
tutanlar – like! Tutmayanlar – share! Beyenmeyenler – comment!” is our
national way of getting attention
“Toy
kaseti” is our national dating tool
“Axot
yoxdu” is our national reason
“Qaqa,
chashma!” is our national final warning
“Ejdaha”
is our national animal
“Qabaqda
saxliyarsan!” is our national bus station
“Adam
kishi olar!” is our national way of showing support
After reading the different and
the original phrases people made up, a nostalgic smile appeared on my face. I
began remembering of all the different moments associated with Azerbaijan – the
childhood walks at the Boulevard which was filled with beautiful carousels and
I even remember the boat ride that was located at one end of the Boulevard. I
recalled going to my grandparents’ house or to my aunts’ and having quality
family time. Everyone got together on birthdays, New Year’s, or just on a Saturday
evening to drink tea from the samovar. We don’t really cherish those moments
because we tend to think that they are forever lasting, but the sad part is the
feeling you get when you don’t have those moments as often as you’d like. The
only thing left are memories. Memories that tend to bring a warm feeling, and
that’s the closest thing you have when you’re far away from the place some call
home, a place I was born and raised – Azerbaijan.
Living outside of Azerbaijan for
about 10 years, I realized there’s no country better than Azerbaijan for me.
It’s the country that welcomed me to Earth, the country that experienced my
first words and my first footsteps. The country that taught me how to read and
write and how to make new friends. Azerbaijan is my motherland. I've lived in
different places such as Canada and Puerto Rico, and my conclusion is no matter
where you live, you’re always going to have that connection with the country
that you were born or raised at.
I remember having a sticker that
had the flag of Azerbaijan and in huge letters “Azerbaycan.” The reaction from my many uninformed classmates was
that of “Leyla’s from Azer-bacon” because the sticker was written in the modified Latin alphabet and the
ending “can” was pronounced wrong, so they misread. Instead of me becoming mad and annoyed, I
began to talk about Azerbaijan in every project I could. I began all my
projects with “Azerbaijan – the land of fire. My motherland.” I began informing
everyone about our culture, our history, our food, and about our language. I felt
proud when I wore the flag of Azerbaijan and colored my face with the three
colors when I found out Azerbaijan won the 2011 Eurovision Contest. I felt the
need to stand out and be proud of who I was when surrounding me were only
Puerto Ricans who themselves are patriots. I felt left out when I heard the
Puerto Ricans talk on and on how they loved their island and their culture, and
I always wanted to have a couple of friends from Azerbaijan beside me sometimes
so we could go and on about how we miss back home and drive around in the car
with Rashid Behbudov and Vagif Mustafazade playing on the highest volume possible.
I have this long distant
relationship with Azerbaijan. I tend to love it without really seeing it. I
visit it once a year or once every two years depending on the given
opportunities, but I know that’s not enough. I keep updated constantly with
what’s happening by updates from friends and family back home and constant
checkups at different news sites. Even though I’m not there to personally
witness the constant changes happening to the city, the activist protests
happening, or just to see Rihanna or Shakira perform at our concert hall – I’m
proud of it and I try and show it by informing my Puerto Rican friends.
Two months ago or so, the famous
local rapper between the Azerbaijani youth – AiD also known as Orxan Zeynalli published
on Twitter “Azerbaycanda yashamayib da,
olkemizin gozelliyinden danishan, mubahise edenler chatmir mene. Bele zor idi,
qalardiz da” (I don’t understand the people who don’t live in Azerbaijan
but keep on talking and discussing how gorgeous Azerbaijan is. If it was so
gorgeous, you could have stayed!)
I kept thinking about the tweet for such a long time that it
actually bothered me a little. I’m actually a constant listener of his music and it’s
funny that sometimes when opening his Twitter page, all I read are constant
nagging about how the city of Baku is dirty or annoying, so then I come to a
question “if you hate Azerbaijan or the city so much – why not move?” It’s
ironic actually. Maybe even hypocritical.
The other comment to his tweet is the following: a person
can love the country where he/she was born or raised at without living there.
The reason of movement could be the lack of satisfaction of the educational
system, the disagreement of the governmental rule, the fact that some people
think they could gain more at a different place such as financially or
educationally, or even because they just need to get away. Even though there
are reasons like those, some Azerbaijani youth were born or moved at a young
age and instead of showing the fact that they don’t live in a country the love
or have a heritage from down their mouths, we should be proud of the fact that
the youth around the world know where they come from, they haven’t forgotten of
their culture and traditions, and they inform the different societies around
them about Azerbaijan – isn’t that the most beautiful thing we could ask for?
If it wasn’t for our Azerbaijani youth living abroad, there wouldn’t have been
recognitions of the Khojaly Genocide from different countries. I find that
something to be proud of, not the tweets about how bad mannered the people in the country are or how
they act.
Thank you to the youth of Azerbaijan living not only in
Azerbaijan, but around the world – it’s because of you, the long distance
relationship you have with Azerbaijan is strong and bold! Keep loving the
country and cherish every moment!
“El bilir ki sen menimsen. Yurdum yuvam meskenimsen. Ana
dogma vetenimsen. Ayirlarmi konul candan – Azerbaycan, Azerbaycan!” (Samed
Vurgun)
True history..
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