Vardanyan, I don't know what words to begin this letter to you with. Greeting and inquiring about well-being is our custom.
When one wants to ask about your condition, one's thoughts dry up, unable to utter these words.
We Azerbaijanis also have a custom: regardless of their identity, they say “May God open their door” to those who are imprisoned. Even if it is an enemy, they consider it their duty to say this phrase. This stems from the greatness of our people and their ability to see a human as a human.
But when it comes to you, that prayer freezes on the lips, because when mentioning the name of God, one must speak of the servant He created.
If you were an enemy, I would accept you as an enemy and still say those words. You are a beastly savage in human guise. You are one of the architects of the occupation; you have inscribed your name on the ruins as a symbol of desolation.
I don't know if you remember, but during the 44-day Patriotic War, you blocked me on your X platform. Perhaps you didn't do it yourself, perhaps those managing social media did, but you certainly knew about it.
Because you were afraid of questions. I asked you questions in the language of humanity and facts. But you knew the language of power, money, and manipulation. That is why you tried to silence the place where truth was spoken.
Now you yourself are sitting in the dock at the court of time, paying the price for your actions.
Did you feel, did you accept that history may be delayed, justice may be slow, but divine truth ultimately has its say...
When I heard that you recited poetry from Muhammad Fuzuli and Huseyn Javid during the court proceedings, my heart ached. It is not your place to utter the names of those geniuses.
You should have read them beforehand. It's too late, Vardanyan... Far too late...
To read Fuzuli, one must hear the cry of the land. To understand Javid, one must have the courage to face the devil within oneself.
But you, having devastated the homeland of those geniuses, now wish to take refuge in their verses. Your trick won't work, Vardanyan...
Did you also read Fuzuli's quatrain “Padişahi-mülk” (King of the Realm), Vardanyan? Did you see someone with a feudal mindset, greedy for wealth, there? Did you realize that it was you?
When you read these verses, did you understand that when truth arrives, neither army nor
country remains?
Did you understand that unjust wars do not bring happiness? They did not bring it to you either, Vardanyan...
For thirty years, you blocked the path to my home.
For thirty years, we longed for the mountains of Kalbajar.
For thirty years, our footsteps were not heard in the streets of Shusha.
For thirty years, a foreign flag waved in Khankendi.
For 30 years, I wrote as a journalist, but within me lived the lament of a displaced child.
In 2020, history was rewritten...
The Azerbaijani people rallied and, under the leadership of their leader, liberated their lands from occupation...
You and those like you should have understood in time that the Azerbaijani people will never gift their land to anyone.
These lands are kneaded with the blood of martyrs, Vardanyan...
This land is protected by the prayers of mothers, Vardanyan...
Did you read Huseyn Javid's “Iblis” (The Devil), Vardanyan? Did you see there that it was not the devil but human desire that created war? Did you find an answer to the question “Where is the devil?” Did you realize that that devil was within you, in your greed...
Perhaps the Fuzuli and Javid you are reading now have brought you belated regret. You have seen the dark shadow of your own name among the verses. But the walls of destroyed houses are not restored with poetry. The call to prayer does not rise from the minarets of burned mosques with quotations.
Vardanyan, the punishment to be given to you will be determined by legal professionals. The law will speak, the court will issue a verdict.
But I want you to be given a completely different kind of punishment.
You and your friends like you should be taken to the liberated territories.
You should be shown the houses you burned.
You should be made to stand before the graves you destroyed.
You should be kept at the site of the historical and cultural monuments of a people you turned to ashes.
Then, you and your friends should be shown the rebuilt cities and villages in Karabakh, Eastern Zangezur, and the Azerbaijanis returning to their homes.
You should be made to listen to the music played in Shusha.
You should be made to feel the joy of children going to school in Khankendi.
You should be shown the tears of families returning to their homes in Kalbajar.
You should be made to walk those lands for the rest of your life so that you face your deeds. You should be given such a punishment.
The world is changing. Those who incited you and sent you to Khankendi are now struggling in the swamps of Ukraine. The map of politics is redrawn every day.
Oh Vardanyan, if only you had read “Padişahi-mülk” in time, if only you had understood “Iblis” in time.
And I, as a journalist whose village remained under occupation for thirty years and whose home was razed to the ground, am writing. I do not now demand answers to the questions I previously asked you. Questions for which, instead of an answer, you blocked me on your X platform.
Vardanyan, the final court decision to be given to you has not yet been announced.
For me, however, history has already delivered this verdict. That verdict has inscribed your name in history as a symbol of desolation.
The verdict of history is never erased.
By the way, know this too… Know that the so-called “Armenian genocide” monument will also no longer exist.
Yesterday, James David Vance, the Vice President of the United States of America, who arrived in Yerevan, shared a photo related to that monument on his social media account.
Then he deleted that photo.
Did you understand its political message? If not, let me explain..
That monument, built on lies, will share the same fate as you.
