Inana - The Daughter of a Kurd

He adored his daughter Anahit; he spoilt her, let her do whatever she wanted and satisfied all her whims, saturating this love with the unquenchable yearning for his mother and sister. Last year Anahit was deeply mourning the loss of her father. She'd taken it the worst. And she considered her mother’s efforts to arrange a trip to Turkey as absolutely inappropriate. But Shekhnaz wouldn’t give up; she went on calling Anahit and demanding to accompany her to Diyarbakir as the Soviet Armenians now had an unprecedented opportunity to visit the South-Eastern part of Turkey- Western Armenia. Some of their friends in Syria had already sent them an entry visa to Turkey. But all that didn’t make sense for Anahit: to go and visit a devastated land that the cruel murderers had never been able to conquer, even after devouring its offsprings that seemed the only obstacle on the way to а total takeover. However, soon her mother was accidently taken ill, accepting the rules that the old age dictates to even a pretty vigorous seventy-nine-year-old lady. That’s when Anahit thought the issue was no longer under question.

So, when the telephone rang and Anahit, exhausted after the exam, heard her mother’s voice, she could not imagine that she herself would be travelling to Turkey within a week.

‘Anahit, I’d like you and Valera to call on me tonight… just you and your husband. I’ve something urgent to tell you.’

Valery, who was called Valera for short, could do nothing but sigh in despair as he learnt that they should take a trip to Ararat. He couldn’t even suspect that their lives would irreversibly change after that. There was nobody in the house. Shekhnaz’s son and his family that were living together with her, had left for a wedding ceremony, but their mother stayed home on the pretext of illness. Undoubtedly, it was not by accident.

‘Anahit, I shall ask you to listen to me attentively, without interrupting. Your father, Mushegh, was the best father and husband in the world. Still it was not him that gave life to you.’

Anahit could hardly choke back a sob.

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