The Soviet era was designed to turn people into a mass.
I remember…
At school, they taught us about the Aras as “the river that divides us”.
They taught us about Mount Ağrı simply as “Turks live on the other side”,
They almost taught us our losses as “our heroism”.
They taught us about Babek, Koroghlu, Shah Ismail as those who brought the nation to a bright future...
And they taught us to cry and lament over all our troubles.
They made the masses love tears, not heroism.
Crossing the Aras never crossed our minds,
We didn't feel those on the other side of Mount Ağrı,
Instead of understanding our history, we reveled in our tears.
That was the Soviet era,
Now we have restored our independence.
But the picture is very sad.
We still cannot leave behind the mass mentality.
We have restored our territorial integrity.
We have liberated Khankendi, Shusha, Kalbajar.
We are breaking through the Zangazur corridor.
We have achieved what we could not for centuries.
This means we are not a mass,
Therefore, we must pull those with a mass mentality out of the foul-smelling mud.
We must not join them ourselves.
The mass generally resembles an organism.
It also somewhat resembles a jellyfish.
The language of the mass is noise.
It does not speak the truth; it tells lies as if they were truth.
It considers truth bitter and discards it,
It considers lies honey and amplifies them.
The ear of the mass loves shouting.
It does not hear the voice of truth,
It hears sweet lies as happiness.
It does not understand the poison hidden in that sweetness.
The eye of the mass does not look at the light,
It does not love the hero while he is alive,
It kills him and cries over his grave.
The nose of the mass does not perceive the scent of truth.
Because truth is odorless.
The mass has many heads, but no thought.
It does not think; thousands of heads repeat.
The foot of the mass does not know the way.
Wherever there is noise, it rushes there.
There is no direction, there are many paths, it goes, the name of the path taken is unknown.
The hand of the mass is strong, but unfortunately, it works for harm.
That hand is ready to lynch.
The heart of the mass appears large, yet it is loveless.
The brain of the mass is like a noise factory.
It reproduces repeatedly.
Social media opens the way for the mass,
These platforms are today more of a playground for the mass among us.
Its heroes do what they cannot do in real life.
They act as if they are the sole authority, with no one to challenge them.
Look carefully,
Who has many followers? The one who makes noise.
Who is loved much? The one who speaks rudely.
Who gets many “likes”? The one who tells lies.
This is not our future,
This is the path to ignorance, ingratitude, and misfortune.
The intelligent, the educated are quietly at their work,
They are also on social media, but they do not lynch.
There is one way to escape the mass,
To become educated.
To be intelligent.
To eliminate ignorance.
May Allah protect our nation, our state from the eyes of the mass,
its ears, its tongue,
its head, its hand,
its thoughts.
Dear compatriot, valuable Azerbaijani,
You can also accept this writing as an appeal, a plea, a request to each of us.
When writing something on social networks, let's think, let's not join the noise,
When something appears before us, when we listen to something, let's think, let's not join the noise,
Let's think, reflect, then take a step.
Otherwise, we will remain a mass.
After all, a nation that has restored its territorial integrity cannot be a mass.
A nation that has liberated Khankendi, Shusha, Kalbajar cannot be a mass.
A nation that has broken through the Zangazur corridor cannot be a mass.
A nation that challenges the world cannot be a mass.
We are citizens of independent Azerbaijan, a victorious country, a state that wants to move strongly into tomorrow, that wants to secure its future.
WE ARE THE STONES OF THE HOMELAND...
We must not be a mass.
We are the Azerbaijani People...
P.S. Speaking of school years, today is also the first day of the new academic year.
I heartily congratulate the young ones stepping into school, their parents, the entire educational community, the students, pupils, and teachers in our liberated regions, and all of us.
I hope that each academic year will distance us from the mass by at least one year.
