“Seven coffins arrived in the village, only mine remained on the road…” – MISSING – VUSALA MAMMADOVA WRITES |

Tartarin Hajigarvand this time in Pressklub.az’s “Missing” project village The resident is the son of Glass Alishova Alishov Kamaladdin Ahad will talk about his son:

My name is Glass, but please introduce me as “stone mother”. Glass would not tolerate it, it would be small, I am a stone and I can tolerate it. I am 80 years old, I have spent the last 29 years of it way I turned to stone from waiting. I’m still looking for a son even though I’m turned into stone… I know it, in my face, in my eyes Kamaladdin engraved. I am also the headstone of his absent grave… I am staring at those future paths…

Do you know how I am looking for a son? The youngest son of my five children… To both sons and daughters higher education I gave, but I could not send him to the university. He studied driving at his own discretion. At that time, I had a lot of difficulties in the farm, I often went to the mill. He said, “Mom, you are suffering, I am driver I will reduce your burden.” Every child has a dream about the future, Kamaladdin used to say that my only dream is to help my parents…

He was born on October 24, 1972. He had a little discomfort in his arm, a bone swelling was forming. He underwent surgery twice. Professor Beybala Abbasov performed an operation at “Semashko” when he was in the 3rd and 5th grades. However, in 1992, he tore up all the hospital papers and went to the army with that arm. Look, I’m looking for such a son…

“Don’t go” I said, it hurt… “If you don’t want me to go, tie one of your scarves on my head and I’ll stay with you,” he said. The deceased village the Soviet said, “Kamaleddin, son, you with this arm soldier you’re not going to go!” Then he came and said to me, “Mom, you told him that I soldier can’t i go Am I a woman sitting next to you? Our land is being lost, how can I stay at home?”

Before, when people left the village to join the army, they would build a cave and have a party. The war had already started, and now we were sending our sons off without pomp. On the evening of August 19, we opened a table in our yard and sat as a family, a little past “Kamaleddin soldier Relatives and neighbors who received the news also came. We ate, drank… There was no more shouting… We took him away in the morning, and he left…

Ten days passed. On August 30, my son-in-law Hasan was hit by a mine in the tractor. martyr it happened On September 2, Hasan was three years old, near evening there was a sound of sobbing from the street, we went out to see Kamaladdin leaning his head against a tree and crying… “I dreamed that a dragon was chasing Hasan and me. Hasan ran and entered the tunnel, and the dragon followed him,” he said… How could we have thought that the dragon would come after my child later… it will reach…

Huzrda said that National Army soldiers for the first time in Turkey NATO will be involved in several months of training at the base. They have chosen soldiers with good performance, and they are sending me too. He left… When he returned, he said that the centurion in Turkey asked, “Where did you learn to aim so accurately?” I said, my uncle always took me to Baku… He excelled in training. For his good service, they also gave him a considerable amount of reward in the money of that time. With that money, he bought a red suit for his sister’s two-year-old son…

After all, his friend martyr My daughter had a two-year-old son. There is also a picture of my grandson in that outfit. Later, we dressed my other grandchildren as well. Now I have a picture of my result in that outfit. We protect that suit like the apple of our eye, wear it once, take a picture and take it out so it doesn’t wear out. Let’s show it when Kamaladdin comes… Let him see that we kept his gift, all the children of the generation are wearing the suit he bought…

When he returned from Turkey, something was hanging from his neck, I thought it was a young man, he took it from fashionable chains and hung it. I said, baby, what’s that you’ve got hanging around your neck? He said, my name, surname and blood type are written on the iron hanging from my throat with this chain. His last name was also spelled incorrectly, instead of Alishov, they wrote Acishov. To my surprise, he came back martyr even if I become unrecognizable, they will know that I am your son. I slapped my hand on my knee and scratched my face so that you don’t say a word, son! He laughed… How beautifully Kamaladdin laughed…

His last visit home was on December 5. He said, “They are sending us to Lachin!” He wrote letters from the Arduslu village of Lachin.

How amazed Lachyna was! He wrote that “trust me, I Azerbaijan I am in the most beautiful mountains… The water here tastes good to me… Say hello to my grandfather, tell him that your grandson is armed and protecting the homeland… I’m sorry that I don’t write to you all separately, I can’t find paper, I searched the village and found only two papers” At the end, he signed: Kamaladdin Lachinlı… After that, he wrote in a corner of the letter, buy a ring, as soon as it arrives… In every letter, he said “I will come”, “I will come home through Lachin!”

He wrote his last letter on March 25, 1993. Again, he found a sheet of notebook paper in half and wrote on both sides… I don’t know, maybe they found the paper and divided it into two parts so that another soldier could write a letter home?

In that half-finished paper, he wrote “We will return Lachi in a month, we are standing firm, we are waiting for orders”…

A few days after his letter arrived, we received the news of the occupation of Kalbajar. They said Kalbajar both the people and the soldiers have crossed Murov and are coming. His father went to Hajikanda. They registered all those who came there. They checked his name and said that the person with that name did not come. Then two young soldiers outside showed that they came from Kalbajar, No. 701 military have served in the unit, go and ask them…

When he got closer, he saw that one of the soldiers was holding the chain that Kamaladdin had hung around his neck. He showed the picture of my son, do you know him? The soldier answered that yes, we were trained together in Turkey, and then we served together in Lachin. However, they brought us to Kalbajar in the last days. We didn’t even know about the situation in Kalbajar. We returned from Lachin, and when we reached Zulfugarlı, they said that the Armenians had captured the tunnel. Because the tunnel was closed, we had to stay the night in Zulfugarlı. Hunger we found an animal there and killed it and ate it. The whole battalion was together… When the morning dawned, we arrived in Almalig village of Kalbajar. There was a small building by the river. The ugly boys said that this is the chicken farm of the village. When we were standing next to that chicken farm, a ZIL truck came. To children offer we thought we should go… They said we are staying, if the Armenians have come to tunnel, then the situation here is tense. We will stay, we will be needed… They stayed in the village of Almali, we both got into the trunk of that car and came out to Murov’s chest…

Those soldiers were from Lankaran. Unfortunately, my friend he did not ask their names or surnames. He didn’t even get their addresses. He knew that Kamaladdin would also come…

He wrote in his letters that he was from Tartar 10 we are people. He had two cousins ​​from fellow soldiers. One Kalbajar had joined his community. He came to us, said we saw Kamaladdin, asked where are you going? You don’t see your mother, your Armenian sister captive leads? He said, uncle, I grabbed his son’s arm twice and pulled him out of the car that our commander Mahir Guliyev was martyred, there is confusion, everyone takes his head and runs to one side. Come, join the crowd and let’s go. He said, no, I’m not going. This is the escape from the battle! I promised my mother that I will protect my country. Then he got into the car going to the battle and went with them…

Those who saw them swore that we saw him alive. I went and had a fight with the Deputy Minister of Defense, where is my son? Give my son! He said, “military the part is there, go ask there!” I went to Tazakendi in Agdam military to the part. I asked there if anyone knew Kamaladdin, who joined the army in 1992? A boy named Savalan from Salyan said that I know him. Kamaladdin brought his 12 wounded soldiers to Murov camp and piled them under the tree… Then he returned again to bring the wounded soldiers… Those wounded came out, and now they have been treated, but we don’t know what happened to Kamaladdin… He said, oh mother, let me turn to you, your son is very He was a brave, brave son…

In 1995 Trip I went to the reception when Abiyev was appointed as the Minister of Defense. I saw a soldier at the reception, I asked:

– Hey son, let me go back to you, where did you serve in the army?

– In Lachin and Kalbajar!

– Which military unit?

– 701!

A light came to my eyes:

– Do you know Kamaladdin? I have brought the picture, see…

He took off his glasses:

– Mom, I’m burned in the tank, my eyes can’t see. I will not be able to look at the picture.

– Why are you standing here?

– I’ve been coming and going for three months, I can’t get admission…

– What do they know, your eyes don’t see, if you say…

– I’m ashamed to say… How can I say it?

I went and knocked on the door, I said, dear minister, there is a soldier, he knows my son, I give him my turn. The boy looked for me after leaving the reception. I came closer, he said, I will kiss your hands. I said, what, baby? To you sacrifice I’m looking for a boy just like you… He’s been missing for two years, news There is none… He said, the name Kamaladdin is familiar to me, but I can’t see the picture, so I can tell if it’s him or not… I’d be a liar…

What I am saying is that I have asked my son whether he has hope or not, whether he can see or not, from everyone… In 1995, they gave my son the status of a martyr. We really wanted to make a grave, my brothers said not to, maybe he came… We did not give up hope. They came home from the Red Cross and the State Commission and took tests. They told me, “Mom, don’t come alone, we’ll come to you.” news we will do. It’s not just your son, we’re missing so much that…

How many times have we thought of going on TV to look for it until recent years. However, we were afraid that if he suddenly came alive, the Armenians would see him and hurt him. Recently, our relative who works in Shusha said that the word Kamaladdin was scratched on the wall of the prison where prisoners were kept… We hoped that maybe he was there… Maybe he lives…

On October 24, my son will be 49 years old. I invite you all, come! What do you know, maybe he came out? I have a baby every year. Every year! From fate news no, I haven’t been able to mourn, at least, as long as I have breath, let me cry every year, I say. Look how many years it has been… When he was 19 years old, he was in training in Turkey. Since 1993, exactly 29 years, every October 24, I have been celebrating my son’s birthday… If you want, come… Let’s talk about how to look for our son with his father, listen…

Let me tell you the address, we live in Hajigarvand village of Tartar. If you ask anyone there, their son is missing, everyone from children to adults will point to our house… Everyone knows… In this village, only our son is missing… Everyone’s son from our village went to war. Everyone came back, some were injured, some were in coffins… Exactly seven coffins came to the village… Some of them belonged to my son’s classmates… Only I am still a son. way I am waiting…

During the Patriotic War, two flag-wrapped coffins came to our village… I raised my hands to the sky and said, “God!” Send my baby too! Either he comes or… Already Kalbajar free it’s done, at least send his bones… I’ll put them in front of me, bury him in the ground, raise his grave… I’m 80 years old… His father is 86 years old… Believe me, both of us are waiting for Kamaladdin… We can forget what happened yesterday, but only after receiving the news of his disappearance. then we remember what happened down to the day, time and all the details… Come to my son’s age, let’s talk…

Note: In the post Captured and the materials of the State Commission on missing and hostage citizens were used.

Vusala Mammadova