In February 26 we had been taken from the military part to the direction of Agdam\u2019s Shehli village. The National Hero of Azerbaijan, later Colonel Shahin Mirzayev was there too. We were faced with deplorable situation there: old men, old women, children, middle aged women were in mud, snow, they were terrified, frightened, a lot of ambulance cars nearby, wounded people, dwellers that lost their consciences, etc.<\/p>\n
In a place near \u201cQara qaya\u201d there was a point of medical care for assisting injured people. Surprisingly everything was finding its solution very quickly on that day. All the solders of Agdam, including self-protecting groups were there too. Firstly it was occasional, and then hard fights began. It turned out that, survived Khojaly dwellers were stopped by Armenians at a nearby forest.<\/p>\n
Without any order everybody had rushed to fight. Because there was a lot of snow everywhere it was hard to move. There were sufficient numbers of soldiers there. I, with my friend at war, Nail Nasirov decided to help wounded women and children-survivors in the forest. Unfortunately, our assistance was for 4-5 persons only. It was very difficult to step and carry them along Snowy Mountain. Armenians could not fire toward us, since they were oppressed by our soldiers. Some posts of Armenians were gained back. They had many losses, and therefore they ran back. Although I emphasized several times to Nail the importance of helping wounded persons, but I could do nothing about his spirit of fight. After saving some assist-needed compatriots, he left me and went towards the fighting zone.<\/p>\n
Nobody could do a thing to calm down a 7-years old girl. It looked as if she had been given divine strength. Due to the frost her cheeks was bloody crack, tears slipping down her eyes were mixed with blood and were pouring from her jaw. She had dressed in scratched all over-cloth. Somebody gave her checked shawl which got dirty and knotted across her shoulder. She was quite silent; she was crying indicating toward Khokjaly when our soldiers found her in the forest. She was later taken to a fireplace where assisting tents were erected and she was given clean dresses and hot tea.<\/p>\n
This little girl after recovering a bit, tried to run towards Khojaly. At that moment she could speak, and cried with her most strength calling her mother; and this scenario was repeated.<\/p>\n
Further we knew that her mother and father had been killed by Armenians, and it was miracle that she is still alive and how she could have survived.<\/p>\n
We had also saved with Nail a woman with a newly born child who she hugged within her embrace. The woman had sustained injuries to her foot. We tried to take her to an ambulance car but she insisted first her kid to be assisted. But her baby had dead long ago. Bullet entered to his neck going out form his mouth. However, there was no any blood trace on his mouth. (\u201cHow can there be a blood in a kid\u2019s body? \u201c \u2013 The stupid thought came to my mind at that moment. I don\u2019t know why. Actually baby has also blood). Immediately knowing that she\u2019s been holding her dead child, she yelled away scream. That sound and grieve is still around my ear. That scene, screaming and mother\u2019s voice\u2026.<\/p>\n
We had been informed later that the woman with her husband was going out when Armenians took a fire on them. Kid was in father\u2019s arms. After her husband was shot dead she took the kid from his arms without looking at him and ran away until she found us. She even did not pay attention to her wound on her foot. One enemy bullet took the lives of 2 persons and destroyed one young family.<\/p>\n
We got information that Nail is seriously wounded in the fight across Esgeran. Wound on the head is the reason that my dear friend Nail is paralyzed on both his feet and one arm and still cannot go anywhere from his bed.<\/p>\n
And that is all about one page of my diary that I wanted to write once and couldn\u2019t. Some places of this page are rubbed out so that it is hard to read. But it is still not late. As long as we \u2013 the real witnesses of those terrible days live, we should accumulate memories of 1992 February 26-27 and eternalize them.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
People close to me know well that I had never kept a diary during Karabakh war. And I had always envied those who wrote the live event. I did want to script my experience on the war being a participator, but certain undesirable events has deviated me from this.
\nI am not a writer, but recollections on those days have urged me to write something; maybe some layers of memories should be reflected on pages. Actually the real diary is our life, and it doesn\u2019t matter when it will be turned into writing. As wintery night of 26 February of 1992, some moments of our life can never be forgotten. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-86","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-news"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/iepf-ngo.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/86","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/iepf-ngo.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/iepf-ngo.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/iepf-ngo.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/iepf-ngo.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=86"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/iepf-ngo.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/86\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/iepf-ngo.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=86"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/iepf-ngo.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=86"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/iepf-ngo.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=86"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}