MosJan Posted May 10, 2012 Report Share Posted May 10, 2012 Mi hartsnogh lini, dranits qez inch ogut? isk ova asum or yes oguti hetevits em or biller@ shatana shut shut k@ga estegh boghoqelu menq el "mahanayov" yeres@ k@tesnenq .. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MosJan Posted May 10, 2012 Report Share Posted May 10, 2012 Make Azat to give a fine bottle of wine to every Hyeforum member, make mine two please. Alcohol@ im department@ chi da Qeri Edin aseq, Ashotin aseq, Boghosin aseq, te che mi shish gini avel kam pakaes indz hamar tarberutyun chi anum.. Iy Ases tsiran, Tsirani chir, Tsirani Kut, Tsirani Hyuth, da urish harts Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nvard Posted May 10, 2012 Report Share Posted May 10, 2012 vor Azati bill-ere shatanan, inqe vonc petka gini arni??? Asel papikis- hech sovest' chunek!! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Yervant1 Posted May 11, 2012 Report Share Posted May 11, 2012 I know Azat and I know that he does not need to be coerced. All you need to do is ask. Are we running out of sense of humour? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nané Posted May 11, 2012 Report Share Posted May 11, 2012 Are we running out of sense of humour? Could be I'm ready for a shot. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nané Posted May 22, 2012 Report Share Posted May 22, 2012 This article really touched my heart and I wanted to share it with you guys. http://www.glendalenewspress.com/opinion/tn-gnp-0521-intersections-finding-a-way-out-is-a-lifelong-struggle,0,6716706.story Glendale News PressIntersections: Finding a way out is a lifelong struggle3:33 PM PDT, May 21, 2012 This is the third in a four part series exploring the impacts of heroin use on the greater Glendale area. On a Friday morning at the New Way Foundation rehab facility in Burbank, 20 men slowly crowd into a room. The stark white walls are covered in motivational posters. The blue door swings back and they sit down. Their offenses are varied. For some it's alcohol, for others heroin. For a few, cocaine or meth. Their backgrounds are varied too: They're Armenian, Indian, Latino, biracial and white. Some have been clean for six days, others for 80. They are open and honest and ready to tell me about how their lives were impacted by drugs. For close to an hour, we talk about life, their battles with addiction and the public's misconceptions about their struggles. “We're not worthless, deviant people,” one of them says. They are all here because they wanted to be, and New Way offered them a path to be able to feel whole and human again, to cope with and fill the voids in their lives with something other than destruction. But if you wanted to know why they used in the first place, the answer is simple: “All of us did this to be happy.” I ask if any of them faced added cultural stigma among the tight-knit new immigrant families they grew up in. They answer yes. Their addictions are kept hidden from extended relatives, out of shame. The long recovery process isn't understood by their parents. “They think it’s willpower,” someone says. “They ask, 'Why don't you just quit?” But they can't just quit, because when drugs, especially heroin, grab hold of you, letting go doesn't come easy. They tell me how potent a disease drug addiction is, about the lifelong struggles they face, but also hope to overcome. All of them look like any one and every one you know — your brother, your father, your uncle or husband. Close by, a narcotics anonymous group convenes at the Armenian Relief Center, a facility that offers assistance and treatment for drug addiction, mostly to the city's Armenian-American population. As the sun sets over the Golden State (5) Freeway, the Armenian-language meeting starts — there's talk of heroin, of alcohol, of shame and loss, but also of hope and strength. Across town on the border of La Crescenta and Tujunga, another group of men, women and teenagers — many of whom used drugs together — meet. In a wood-paneled room, with inspirational books lining the shelves and free coffee, they pray together and are bound by only one caveat: the desire to stop using. At the end of the day, all groups share the same message: how utterly vital their meetings — a concept they liken to medication — are because the process, the realization of being an addict and then having the courage to recover from the disease, is absolutely brutal. The lifelong maintenance of a craving that can be suppressed, but one that never fully goes away, requires all the help an addict can get. With her cascading dark brown hair, tattoos and brown eyes, Liz is unforgettable, and a testament to this. She's only 33, but her addiction has been a part of her life for 20 years. At 13, she started using alcohol and prescription pills. At 18, she was addicted to heroin. She felt like she was on top of the world at first, but she lost everything. She's attempted numerous suicides, endured strokes, heart attacks, a coma and bouts of domestic violence. She tried to drive her car off the Glendale (2) Freeway, but she experienced what she says was a divine intervention. Then she found out she was pregnant, but was told by doctors that stopping heroin could have meant losing her baby. “I hated God,” she said. “I wanted to die and he would not let me die. I thought, ‘Why are you doing this to me?’” Her family found out when her daughter was born, premature but healthy. She quit, but it didn't last for long. Last year, when her mom found her with a needle in her arm, she asked for help. It was the first time she had wanted to stop. Almost 10 months later, she is clean and in many ways has been reborn stronger than ever. Her mother, whose respect and loyalty she has earned, is her rock. It is perhaps one of the most difficult aspects in recovery, but for Liz, detox was a godsend. “Detox is not only getting you off from what you're on, it's mental, emotional, spiritual help,” she glowingly says. “I wear my scars with pride. I'm not ashamed — it's made me who I am today.” LIANA AGHAJANIAN is a Los Angeles-based journalist whose work has appeared in L.A. Weekly, Paste magazine, New America Media, Eurasianet and The Atlantic. She may be reached at liana.agh@gmail.com. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ED Posted May 22, 2012 Report Share Posted May 22, 2012 Alcohol@ im department@ chi da Qeri Edin aseq, Ashotin aseq, Boghosin aseq, te che mi shish gini avel kam pakaes indz hamar tarberutyun chi anum.. Iy Ases tsiran, Tsirani chir, Tsirani Kut, Tsirani Hyuth, da urish harts isk ov tesav, tekuz asets edon alcohola xmum Movses jan??????? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MosJan Posted May 22, 2012 Report Share Posted May 22, 2012 isk ov xmelu masin xosets ?? alcoholist haskanal@ nahatel@ da xmel chi nshanakum.. indz hamar $.99 ginin yve Fransyakan $100 ginin nuyn banna Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ED Posted May 23, 2012 Report Share Posted May 23, 2012 isk ov xmelu masin xosets ?? alcoholist haskanal@ nahatel@ da xmel chi nshanakum.. indz hamar $.99 ginin yve Fransyakan $100 ginin nuyn banna vuy meeeee....Mosjan esor im amusnutyan 25 amyakna, u hastat xmelu em (areni gini), mi bajakel koxqin kdnem qu hamar:) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MosJan Posted May 23, 2012 Report Share Posted May 23, 2012 Ed jan shnorhavorum enq dzer AMusnutyan 25 Amyaki Kapaktsutyamb, 25 tary .. WOW .. 1 shish bavakan chi yes kaseyi gone 3 shish Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ED Posted May 23, 2012 Report Share Posted May 23, 2012 OK...de yes helnem japortem esor depi Montarey, marsi apo mi 2 bajakel koxqi vra kdnem Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Yervant1 Posted May 23, 2012 Report Share Posted May 23, 2012 Congratulations Ed Jan!!!!!!!!!! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nvard Posted May 23, 2012 Report Share Posted May 23, 2012 Shnorhavorum em hargeli Edward! Dzez amena lavn u barin!BTW es tari im tsnoghneri amusnutyan 30 amyakna Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nvard Posted May 30, 2012 Report Share Posted May 30, 2012 ays patcharov djvar te mi or uzenam im achkerov tesnem incha dartsel Arvmyan Hayastane... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Malatya: Post-Armenian life in modern Turkey’s once Armenian city Modern Turkey’s southeastern city of MalatyaBy Gayane MkrtchyanArmeniaNow reporter Armenian brothers Arman and Murad, who live in Turkey’s southeastern city of Malatya, open the doors of the 250-year-old Armenian Holy Trinity (Tashhoron) Church in the city’s Cavusoglu district and invite in the group of visiting Armenian and Turkish journalists.The church that once saw liturgies and was filled with the fragrance of incense now has no dome and it is without the altar, it is all ruins on the inside – a king without a crown in the city long run by the Turks. “The Turkish government has made a decision about the renovation of the church. The work will begin soon. They say that after the renovations it will serve either as a library or a cultural center,” says Serdar Boyaci (Sardar Boyajian), a representative of the Malatya Armenians’ Haydar Union. Boyaci says that their grandfathers told of a time when Malatya had four Armenian churches. Today, the Holy Trinity and Grigor Lusavorich (Gregory the Illuminator) churches are in ruins, one was turned into a mosque, and they cannot now locate the other at all. Boyaci knows only a few words in Armenian, he mainly speaks Turkish. The office of the organization he runs is situated in Istanbul. It includes about 200 Malatya Armenians who live in Turkey and in other countries of the world. Haydar also has a Facebook account. Malatya, a city of about 400,000 and birthplace of the well-known human rights activist and journalist Hrant Dink, who was assassinated in Turkey in 2007, is now home to only 60 Armenians, who are not afraid to speak openly about their ethnic identity and about being Christians. Still, according to Boyaci, there are also about 150 “hidden” Armenians in the city who have converted to Islam. Unlike in Istanbul or other Christian communities where Armenians are not afraid of speaking openly about their ethnicity, in Malatya doing so seems to be more dangerous. The guide accompanying the group of Armenian journalists, Ali Bey, connects it with the events that occurred in Malatya two years ago, when clandestine nationalist groups committed attacks against Christians. Boyaci accompanied the group to the Armenian cemetery in Malatya, where the oldest gravestone is to Martha Obozyan who died in 1910. He shows his grandfather’s gravestone (Grigor Orguneser (Ansurlyan). There used to be a community called Ansur in the territory of Malatya, from where the name originated. The names engraved on many of the gravestones are of Armenian origin, but the endings are Turkish. “To avoid interethnic clashes and social tension a law was passed in Turkey in 1934 by which all citizens of the country regardless of their ethnicity must have Turkish names,” says Ali Bey. Andranik Ispiryan, a specialist in Turkish studies who was also among the group of visiting journalists, says that with this step the Turkish authorities were solving the issue of “Turkinizing” all citizens of the country. Boyaci tells about how Malatya city authorities destroyed a chapel that was recently built in the Armenian cemetery also to serve as a place of gathering for the local Armenians. “We had applied to the municipality to provide funds to restore the defunct prayer house in the Armenian cemetery, but we got a refusal. We asked them to be allowed to restore it with our own means, and they agreed. Construction cost about $65,000. The opening of the center was on February 2 this year, but the next day the municipal authorities had the structure demolished with the explanation that it looked like a church,” says Boyaci. The Haydar organization and Turkish media made the case public, after which Malatya’s municipality came up with an explanation that they only wished to make a few modifications to the building to make sure it didn’t look like a church. In the end, the city authorities promised that the prayer house would be restored by November of this year. Boyaci also accompanied the group of journalists to the Grigor Lusavorich Church, which is a few kilometers away from Malatya, in the Kurdish village of Venk. The church situated on a small hill looks like a gem hidden deep in the ocean – on the outside it has a foreboding appearance, but inside, from amid the ruins, one can still see its once beautiful features. It has no altar, no dome, and surely no one to take care of anymore. Within the premises of the church Kurdish and Turkish children were playing games. They stared at the visitors of this forgotten church in surprise. Sanym, a Venk villager, says that every year in August they have many Armenian visitors coming to see their holy place. “This is their saint’s holiday, they come to celebrate it. Our grandfathers say that once Armenians used to live here,” he says. Boyaci says that Turkish authorities also have a program to repair the Grigor Lusavorich church, but after repairs this church will also serve as a cultural center. In the evening Malatya turns on its light, revealing the tremendousness of the place. At a local antiques shop there is an item in the image of a cross. The seller, who speaks only in Turkish, gives an affirmative answer to the question whether it is supposed to be an Armenian thing. Then the Turkish seller starts displaying other Armenian items – saucers, trays, crosses... Then suddenly he tries to explain in Turkish that he is also of Armenian origin. It turns out his father was named Grigor and mother Satenik. They named him Hakob, but later he had to get the name of Remzi Govei. It is about a century that nothing Armenian has been created in Malatya, nor have the local Armenian churches rung the bells or burned incense. Instead, Mohammedan prayers are heard all over the place. According to historical sources, mass killings of Armenians in Malatya also occurred in 1895, but the final Armenian traces of the city that used to be home to a 20,000-strong Armenian community were erased after the 1915 massacres. The few survivors of the extermination policy of the Young Turks’ government were deported and took refuge in different countries. A lot of them went to eastern Armenia and settled down in a Yerevan suburb that was named Malatya. Gayane Mkrtchyan has been visiting Turkey as part of the Support to Armenia-Turkey rapprochement (SATR) project of the Global Political Trends Center (GPOT) & Eurasia Partnership Foundation -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Source URL: http://armenianow.com/society/features/38330/armenia_turkey_malatya_life -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MosJan Posted June 4, 2012 Report Share Posted June 4, 2012 Tsirani TSari TAkinnnn Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MosJan Posted June 4, 2012 Report Share Posted June 4, 2012 HAykakan TSirani het miyak ban@ or n@man e anun e.. . vboch ham @ voch el hot@... kareli e sra mi nor anun tall Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Yervant1 Posted June 4, 2012 Report Share Posted June 4, 2012 Grede (almost) tsiran! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nvard Posted June 4, 2012 Report Share Posted June 4, 2012 tsiranik Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MosJan Posted June 5, 2012 Report Share Posted June 5, 2012 che cheghav bayts asem 2 or patuhani goqin Arevi tak bavakanin anush ham tvets ... iys kiraki mek urish aygu TSiran em portselu tesnenq na inchpes klini .. PS. MAral it's in your neighborhood Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ani Posted June 7, 2012 Report Share Posted June 7, 2012 Senc http://www.tert.am/am/news/2012/06/04/shamshyan3/ Kam senc http://www.nypost.com/p/news/national/firefighters_watch_man_drown_himself_COyFnjoaSEctUKIvgha1yL Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ED Posted July 11, 2012 Report Share Posted July 11, 2012 yerp loxort eye, Tsaxkadzorum amen aravot Tsirai hyutov u Jerkum eyinq xmum, hima vonccccccccccc em karotel et orerin, chem el karum gnam erkir. ay lav bussines gaxapar, hayastanits tsiran nermutsenq Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ED Posted July 11, 2012 Report Share Posted July 11, 2012 isk es violets gevorkyanel panira reklam anum, ara sranq charchi en darel Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MosJan Posted July 11, 2012 Report Share Posted July 11, 2012 reklam chi iyl brnabarutyun..... hognel me deletant reklamnerits.... asa milyonov gumar eq ashxatum.... mi qani $$$ tsaxseq eli v Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MosJan Posted July 12, 2012 Report Share Posted July 12, 2012 Երջանկությունդ փնտրիր նրանց մեջ, որոնց դու ես երջանկություն պարգևել... Այդպիսի երջանկությունը բումերանգի պես ետ է գալիս... ՍԱԹԱՊԱ Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nané Posted August 16, 2012 Report Share Posted August 16, 2012 Վերջին ժամանակներում երբ ազատ տարածության մեջ եմ հայտնվում, առաջին պահին հրճվանք ապրելուց անմիջապես հետո աչքերս սկսում են ցավել ... հեռադիտակի պես սկսում են ետ ու առաջ անել կարծես ֆոկուսի գալու համար: Հասկանում եմ, որ աչքերս վերածրագրավորվել ... մոռացել են անծայրածիր տարածության մեջ թափառելու ունակությունը ... Ռուբոյի տողերը հիշեցի - ԵՐԲ ՉԿԱՅԻՆ ԲԱՐՁՐԱՀԱՐԿ ՇԵՆՔԵՐ Երբ չկային բարձրահարկ շենքեր,Երկինքը շա՜տ էր, շա՜տ էր մեծ,Եվ աստղերը, պայծառ աստղերըՆերկայացում էին սարքում ամեն գիշեր: Երբ մեծացա, շենքերը բարձրացան,Երկինքը մոտեցավ տխուր շենքերին,Երկինքը խլեցին բարձրահարկ շենքերը,Աստղերը մեզանից հեռացա՜ն, հեռացա՜ն: Մարդիկ հանկարծ դարձան տխուր ու անժպիտ,Մարդիկ հանկարծ դարձան հոգնած ու մտահոգ: Կապույտ երկինք, կանաչ արև,Բակում կային անթիվ ճերմակ աղավնիներ,Թռչում էին նրանք կապույտ երկինքն ի վերԵվ իրենց հետ բերում ուրիշ աղավնիներ: Մի օր հանկարծ շենքերը բարձրացան,Աղավնիները մի օր ետ չդարձան,Մի օր հանկարծ շենքերը բարձրացան,Եվ մարդիկ հանկարծ փոքրացան, փոքրացան: Մարդիկ հանկարծ դարձան տխուր ու անժպիտ,Մարդիկ հանկարծ դարձան հոգնած ու մտահոգ: Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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