On October 19, we started the day with the victory news. Another twit, another piece of good news became a remedy for the wound of thousands of people. The news about the liberation of our land made us happy. We woke up from the 27-year dark sleep, came to an end of the 27-year-darkness, the sun rose, the seed of hope inside us blossomed.
Resident of Isagli village of Jabrayil region Yunus Yusifov says that he gets the smell of his land from a sycamore tree in Baku: "We had a Khan sycamore in Jabrayil. It was so big that it would cast a shadow to a big area. Now, there is a sycamore tree in front of our house, I planted it when I came to Baku, I take care of it as the apple of my eye. Every time I see it, it seems to me that I am in Jabrayil. At that time, when the Armenians opened fire, they broke the right branch of it. Then, I said that they had injured our elderly man, I cried a lot on that day..."
For us, Karabakh is something beyond the land. It is not only a land, a house. It is also memories. For some, Karabakh is childhood, youth, lover, friend, parents. Karabakh is the joy looking from behind that grief, tears. It is sacred...
Shafiga Yusifova is also from Isagli. She has been keeping the soil she brought from Jabrayil for many years: "This is Jabrayil's soil. At that time, I said that I would go to Jabrayil and take my father's-in-law breads and this soil. I was told that the enemy would shoot me. I said that the land would not allow it... Now, when my grandchildren go somewhere, when they go far away, I rub this soil on their foreheads, the holy land protects them."
Now, we will not use the words "if, may the day come" for Karabakh anymore. That day is today.
Sakina Hajiyeva