November 9, 2020 will forever be recorded in the history of the Armenian people as the darkest, most shameful and monstrous date in its scale, symbolizing the bloody betrayal in the history of our nation.
I remember that day like it was yesterday.
I remember how people, bewildered by grief and aware of treacherous betrayal, literally went crazy with shock and pain.
On November 9, we still did not know that we, our Artsakh, our dignity and honor, and ultimately, our willingness to resist the destruction, would be called "a vestige of Stalin's past" in a few years.
Artsakh will be called a "collar", and all those who still remain Armenian will be reprimanded for not waiting for Azerbaijani drones, Turkish bombs and bullets from Syrian mercenaries.
On November 9, we still didn't know, even though we guessed, we refused to believe that this government would drag the mothers of dead heroes by the hair right next to the graves of their sons.
We did not believe that there would be anyone who would doubt the fact that Artsakh is our motherland and call the destruction of the ancient Armenian region "the true independence of Armenia".
We didn't even suspect that in a few years they would try to turn us into a panicked herd, that vomits cheap absorption at various "festivals" and is bored by propaganda, devoid of shame, conscience and memory.
We could not believe that those responsible for this defeat would throw people in jail just because they are Armenians.
The example of Gagik Tsarukian, Robert Kocharian, Samvel Karpatian and hundreds of other political prisoners stands before our eyes.
But now we understand that November 9 divided us all into those for whom this day symbolizes our anger and determination, and those who do not care about their homeland.
It was November 9 that divided our nation into the Armenian nation and "proud citizens".
And if you want to know who you really are, just ask yourself: how do you feel when you remember November 9, 2020?
don't be afraid