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A Year Of Firsts

After tragedy hit us, me and my kids, we were all shocked and confused for a while. We were confused because it happened too soon and without any signs, sort of unexpected at the time. We were angry and sad … Continue reading

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I Write That I Am Writing

Ever since I can remember I have had this passion, this crazy love affair with writing instruments, particularly pencils, pens, writing pads, paper. But my love of reading and specially that of writing exceeds all. A passion so wild and … Continue reading

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You Were One Hell Of A Cup

On two different days during the past week, an article about my late husband’s art and his paintings has been published in two different Armenian newspapers. The article refers to his work from the start in the little village of … Continue reading

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Until I Learn To Let Go

Ever since I was a little girl I hated goodbyes. If I happened to be at a place like the airport, and observed a random someone walk away leaving loved ones crying behind I would break down and cry myself. … Continue reading

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You Might Be Around Somewhere

It’s been a week now since we put you to rest. A lot has happened since then. I don’t know how to say this but every time I sit in your car to drive the kids to the metro station … Continue reading

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Confusion

Dalia stepped inside and stood for a moment to look around. She spotted Shadi not far away from her. Oh no, not tonight she thought. She wanted to turn back but it was too late. He was already walking towards … Continue reading

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Tonight She was in a Hurry to Reach Home

“Do you do this often?” He asked. “You mean talk to strangers or – ? I am sorry,” Dalia felt a tightening in her throat. “It’s alright, you don’t have to apologize. In fact,” he didn’t finish his sentence. A … Continue reading

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