Are You Made In China?

If we look up the definition of a patriot on Google, we can find the following:  A person who vigorously supports their country and is prepared to defend it against enemies or detractors. In other words, an individual that loves their country and defends it against the bad guys, or an individual which informs the surroundings about that country, tries to be active and it all truly comes from the heart.. or does it? 

Since I'm an Azerbaijani living abroad, as I've written before, I miss home. This causes me to inform my surroundings of where my home is - Azerbaijan. I began making informative videos, began reading into the history of Azerbaijan, began to be more glued to the culture that all I wanted and still want is to get more information. In addition, being so active in such a field, other Azerbaijani activists or patriots tend to connect with you, somehow. You either meet in meetings, forums, online by Facebook, through a friend, etc.

I began being more active on Facebook, just to see what other active patriots were doing. I began checking my news feed daily, reading the news more often but as I did those things, I began to realize that the word "patriotic" has lost it's meaning. We hear that word used to describe many youth living outside of their home, but is that word used to shine that individual or is it used to make that individual feel proud? In my opinion, not all we meet today that we call "patriotic" are one - some are fake. They're made in China.

In my opinion, a patriotic individual needs to be active - both socially and informatively, online and in reality. From doing different informative videos to joining a strike, from making a simple slide show to simply getting mad when they mispronounce the name of the country and you spend half an hour summarizing the history. That's a patriot. A patriot's eye shines when someone speaks of one's country, not when they say "Can we take an interview which will be published in the local newspaper?" "Oh, and let me add, your picture will be added also." - well isn't that nice, a popularity stunt. 

Let's be honest, who doesn't want to be popular? Rich and famous, living life like a luxury but is using the fake love for your country a cheap way of getting popular? Youth nowadays tend to go with the crowd, do as they have been told, but in reality, life doesn't have enough patience to deal with those kind of people. In reality, the truth comes out faster than the speed of light. (I'm exaggerating!)

What I noticed lately is how the youth tends to be so proud when their picture and interview has been published at some newspaper, they share it everywhere - Twitter, Facebook, Google, you name it - it's there. Unfortunately, if we compare the amount of energy used on sharing your interview to the amount of energy used to spread an informative video about Khojaly, for instance, the interview will have a huge head start. But, why?

Can we call ourselves egoistic or do I just have to understand that life's not full of chocolates, and that one man is for himself? I just would love to see some sincerity, which I'm beginning to see less and less of. If you're a patriot, be one - but please, respect the country. Don't use it to rise your status, use it to figure your status out.

That is all for today. If you're interviewed and have your photo used (woah!) give yourself a huge pat on the back, you're going to be a billionaire.


Just kidding, you're just made in China.

My Home Away From Home

My ASAIF badge

Recently I came back from one of the best trips of my life, I went to Rome. Rome, Italy. Italy – the country of wine, pasta, and just handsome men walking around the city but let’s be honest, I didn’t drink wine, the pasta I ate was horrible, and I didn’t see handsome men (only a few – ah Italianos!), but that’s not what this whole thing is about. I flew there for the ASAIF Rome Forum. ASAIF – Azerbaijani Students and Alumni International Forum, is pretty much a forum or a conference held yearly for Azerbaijani students living or studying abroad. The conference consists of different panels talking about different topics such as the Khojaly Genocide and how active our youth should be, or the Karabakh situation happening at the moment, which I should clarify is Azerbaijani land.

As an Azerbaijani youth, I got accepted to go and attend. So, I went emergency warm clothes shopping, since I live in Puerto Rico and the weather here really doesn't need coats, boots, and scarves, I was in need of major shopping time. I got my bag ready and off I went. I flew a long flight having to transit at two different places but I got there. I got there getting notified that Rome already wants to bankrupt me. Let me add that Rome is really expensive,  having to pay 80 euros (divided into two) to get to my hotel.

Ah, the hotel. A smile rises on my face as I remember my first views and thoughts when I got off the taxi. I see Azerbaijani men standing outside, all in black and smoking a cigarette. I thought to myself “I’m home.” I had this feeling of familiarity and love even though I've never seen or talked to the people I saw in front of me. I enter the hotel and hear familiar words, warm yet so distant – the Azerbaijani language and the Russian language, and every phrase ending with “da” having it extended, ah the Baku accent – how I missed you. I knew I was in the right hotel, and I turn to a friend of mine who came with me and I tell her “Jeyla, we’re in Baku, the second version!” – we share a giggle and go to the registration desk.

This whole trip was a pleasure, not because I went there to talk about politics and get into serious discussions, no, but I went there to feel like home since I haven’t been in Azerbaijan for two years, and I haven’t lived there for about 10 years, and living in Puerto Rico where there are no other Azerbaijanis other than my family, doesn't really make anything easier. I missed the language, the looks, the talks, the accent, the culture. I missed home.

Every girl needs to throw a coin into
the Trevi Fountain and make
a wish

I remember how on one of the panels, I had the opportunity to stand up in front of hundreds and ask a question. Before the question was supposed to be spoken, we had to introduce ourselves, so I get the microphone and say “I’m Leyla Javadova, I study and live in Puerto Rico” and suddenly I feel heads suddenly turn around and stare at me. I was an extinct animal. The animal from Puerto Rico. How did an Azerbaijani get there? I felt special, really special. I had so many people come up to me after that, I really wanted to get a notepad and say “Want an autograph?” but I didn’t, I’m too nice and shy – pfft, as if.

I started to socialize, realizing that there are so many Azerbaijanis living all around the world from Netherlands, France, Canada, Switzerland to China, Korea, Moldavia, Poland (and Puerto Rico). I mean, there are tons and we’re spread out! Socializing meant either standing around and making small talk or sitting in a circle playing Mafia or other games, sharing a laugh and just having a blast. These games were played until the early morning until one of us realized what time it was and we had a few more hours before we had to get ready for the conference. 

The people that I follow or followed me on Twitter or have me on Facebook finally stood in front of me, smiling. Friends. I made Azerbaijani friends, who as soon as the trip ended, all added me on Facebook, asked how I got home, asked for my number, called me – I mean, I felt a nice connection. Wouldn't it be nice if we all went somewhere - together? We all want that “home” feeling back. The feeling which was missing for such a long time. That feeling of knowing where you’re from and understanding each other with no difficulty.

I can call them friends, but I can also call them my brothers and sisters, all beautiful inside and out.

Hope to see you soon, family! 

This is our “Once Upon A Time” story.

xo, Leyla

Our first trip to the city. Rome, Italy

Let's Unite!

February 26, 1992 is a date of sorrow and lost for the Azerbaijani people. The day when the armed Armenian forces instigated the capture of the Khojaly city in Azerbaijan. They captured the city with the support of hard equipment and the personnel of the infantry guards regiment No. #366 of the former Soviet Union. The firing actually began on the evening of February 25^th and continued until the next day, having the whole city on fire by five o’clock in the morning. People were forced to leave their houses and watch their families suffer and die right in front of their own eyes. As a result , 613 people were killed among them 63 children, 106 women, and 70 elders. By the collected data, we know that 8 families were completely killed, 25 children lost both of their parents, 130 children lost one of the parents, 487 people were wounded including 76 children, 1275 people were held hostages and 150 people went missing that day.

On February 26^th 2013, the Azerbaijani population living in the States and their friends will be remembering the 21^st anniversary of one of the most horrible events in the 1990s – the Khojaly Massacre. The massacre is known to be the biggest war crime in the USSR in the late 20^th century. Such horrible action has been acknowledged and “high fived” by the Armenian president – but should people be happy that so many people have gone missing or have lost a loved one?

On January 26, 2013 a petition was made on the official website of the US White House, asking for the recognition of the Khojaly Massacre and its victims.  For the petition to be looked over by the White House, the petition must have at least 100,000 signatures until February 25.

Now my rant starts here.

There are about 1,014,380 registered Facebook accounts on Facebook and 91.08% of them are active. It’s been almost two weeks, of people constantly sharing the link on Facebook and talking about it all day, but the collection of signatures rises super slow – why? If there about 920,000 active users on Facebook, I’m sure it shouldn’t be a problem to collect 100,000! What shocks me the most is how the Azerbaijani people tend to not care about issues like the petition or the strikes to improve the governmental status, but when it comes to collecting likes on a picture, people go wild and do whatever to collect likes! People beat their chests saying they are patriots but I’ve been proven wrong – it’s all talk. Why not show some kind of unity of the people and work together? Why can’t we just collect the likes and for once be proud of one another without some kind of conflict rising in between us? It would be a pity and such a disappointment for me to not have reach 100,000 signatures in time. It would be embarrassing, actually.

To all the Azerbaijanis living on Earth, I ask you the following:

•  Go to: https://petitions.whitehouse.gov/petition/issue-proclamation-commemorating-and-recognizing-war-crime-khojaly-massacre-and-its-victims/W8BbDqYx
•  If you already have a White House account, press “Sign In” if not, then click “Create an Account” and simply fill in the asked (you can leave the postal code in blank, if you wish)
• Sign and Share!

For once, let’s unite and do something positive together! Let’s sign this petition, let’s share it and send it to everyone, and keep fighting for what’s right.

Let all the killed rest in peace – you are remembered.

Allah Rehmet Elesin!

A Long Distance Relationship

A month ago, I noticed a new trend going around different social sites such as Facebook and Twitter. The trend included different sayings used in Azerbaijan and translated into English as something ‘national’. The following are few of my favorite of them all that I’ve read so far:

‘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)

The Misleading Thoughts

I woke up one morning,  being welcomed by my laptop wanting to be opened to my Facebook Home Feed. As some might know,  Facebook is a social network that serves to reconnect or for some to keep track of each other’s lives, but for me  it’s just a place to see what people are thinking and feeling, in other words – being a very opinionated observer. As I opened my Facebook Home Feed,  I quickly scanned through the statuses, which varied from “Ай Азербайджан! Скучаю!” (Ay Azerbaijan, I miss you!) to some complaining about our motherland and our culture, which got me thinking about the lack of respect.

I came upon a few articles written about how living outside of Azerbaijan is causing people to feel the “freedom” and have more “taste” in life and actually I have to disagree. Some might find this article quite intense, but I already surveyed a couple of Azerbaijanis living outside of Azerbaijan, and they have agreed with me with what I’m going to write  next, so read on.

Some have argued before that the freedom given elsewhere other than Azerbaijan is beyond the freedom Azerbaijan gives, in terms of mentality and also what you can or cannot do or wear in the city. An article written in 1news.az a couple months back by a female journalist, stated that the people living in Baku are living for the people, not for themselves. Walking in pajamas in the city of Baku, smoking a cigarette, and showing public affection in public is beyond unacceptable where it’s perfectly fine to do so in Canada. Another young  blogger stated that the “fashionable” clothes sold and worn in Germany, could never be sold nor worn in Azerbaijan due to the fact that no one would buy them and the lack of fashion taste.

My main conclusion in this article is that for some people, the “weather” has actually caused them to think like two year olds, instead of mature human beings that they are – harsh, I know.  The problem here is that the freedom given in, for example, Canada is too much in which even random naked men could come up to you on the street, where people could do drugs right in front of you not giving the latest care in the world. I mean, I might be super harsh but I’m stating the truth. In Azerbaijan unlike Canada, people care about others and themselves, such as their reputation, the first impression, what people would think of you and so on. To walk around, let’s say in pajamas, is thought of walking around in home wear, as if you don’t care about anything, that kissing in public is not acceptable because they are thinking of the children and the families that might be watching.  The values of the two nations in these examples are shown quite boldly. While countries like Canada value freedom, Azerbaijan values respect and care to the community around an individual. We can’t get too ahead of ourselves thinking that Azerbaijan is still going by “old-fashioned” mentality, but indeed it’s really not.

Azerbaijan’s modern progress includes the way people dress. Every day, my friends upload hundreds of photos of themselves and of others, dressed like models, wearing the latest brands just like the models and icons we see wearing on the cover of various fashion magazines, such as Vogue. After looking at those photos, I always feel the need to do some more shopping! Yet again, the concept of progress is visible. Sure enough, not only Azerbaijan has the progressive side of the fashion taste, but also other countries that we think do not. We must remember that the two dynasties of the world, Canada and the United States of America are not the main countries who bring some food to the table, metaphorically speaking.

Let’s be honest, people will be people and have their own opinions but at least have some respect from where you come from, or for the people who do miss back home. This past week, again on Facebook, I kept reading statuses about how people miss the simple streets of Baku, the small towns, and etc; which is quite the contrast of what was written above. For example, a PhD student in Moscow, Lala Karimli wrote “Mom, you don’t understand how much I miss the streets of Baku, the yellow taxis, the morning wake-up calls of “Malina var, malina!”  and even the simple Boulevard filled with families and friends. I miss Baku. I miss you, Mom!” and Adik Aliyev, a student in Toronto wrote the following a year back when he couldn’t visit home, “Tак хочется сейчас оказаться там. По Ичери Шехер погулять, на Даг Устю парк пойти, посмотреть на Каспий, на Гыз Галасы. Открывать окно утром и слышать как дети во дворе играют и кричат что то на моём родном языке. Хочется в мехеллю свою попасть и на скамейке перед домом сидеть семечки грызть” (I really want to be there. Walk by Old Baku, go to Dag Ustu Park, look at the Caspian Sea, at the Maiden Tower. Open the window early morning and hear how children play outside and scream something to one another in my  motherland language. I want to go to my community and sit on the bench and eat sunflower seeds.) and a second year student in London, England, Gulnara Iskandarova wrote “A lot of girls might die to hear the British talk every day, but I’d die to be in Baku hearing the people talk with different town accents.”  I’m pretty sure if I look more careful, I could find hundreds more statuses dedicated to our city, our country, our home!

I leave off with one note: Azerbaijan, I miss you and love you, just the way you are!