Immigrant Stories – Day 11

I’ve only been a flower girl at a wedding once.

I didn’t know the bride or groom.

I was about seven years old, visiting my family in Anjar, in the mountains of #Lebanon.

My mother told me that my cousin and I were going to be flower girls at a wedding in two hours.

We were chosen because we were the only ones that would fit into the flower girl dresses that a relative still had from her wedding.

I was very excited about my role in the wedding. I took it very seriously. I would be a part of a sacred event.

An Armenian wedding isn’t about just two people getting married.

It’s about the survival of the Armenian people.

When Armenians stop getting married and having children, the Armenian people will not survive.

When Armenian babies are born, a new army of Armenians is created – on the ground and on social media.

Azerbejian knows this.

This is why there are Twitter posts by Azeris lamenting that they did not kill more Armenian babies during the war over nagornokarabakh in the 1990’s.

Because now, those babies are Christian #soldiers defending their people.

Are you disgusted?

You should be.

Speak up for the Armenians.