Marriage and change of last name

When I was born I was given my last name and it’s the last name that will be carved out on my gravestone one day.

I am usually open to opinions and I stand ready to know what other people have to say. However, I hate it when somebody tells you something in an attempt to impose it on you. The last name-surname topic is one of them.

I “inherited” my dad’s last name within the first hour of my life. Since then, this last name has been accompanying my name every day and at every second of my life. My creation was due to three “forces” — God, my mom and dad. Each of them has made separarte gifts for me — God has given me life, my mom has given me the opportunity to live that life and the very first gift I got from my dad was my last name.

That white hair…

Photo by Ani Babayan

People like me do not spend their time in front of mirrors waiting for the mirror to announce the final verdict “you are beautiful now.” I strongly believe that every person is beautiful and the time spent in front of a mirror detecting our flaws and acne is just a time wasted. It would be so much the better if people spent that time detecting and correcting their inner flaws, flaws which might make them the ugliest even if they have the most attractive countenance…

However, yesterday just before taking a shower I looked at myself in the mirror, and when I was about to turn I saw it — I saw that completely white hair, the “caña” as the Spanish would call, and it

Lack of respect and appreciation in families

While family is one of the top priorities for Armenians, the general truth is that marrying your husband you marry his entire family. This tendency has dwindled to a certain extent primarily compared to marriages in Soviet Armenia, but it still exists. Perhaps it will fully disappear in the years to come, but as long as there are the descendants of the Soviet Armenia generations, this will be preserved.

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What does marrying the entire family mean?

Longing for the End-Point

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The elevator which carries my mom, one of my sisters and me stops on the first floor and we walk out except for my mom who is too scared to go out because of the man with his dog waiting for his turn to go up. Had I been in a different mood I would probably go back, take my mom’s hand and lead her out. Instead I told her

Pieces of two different puzzles….

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In this life you always have to join at least two things to get a result. If those things do not merge and mix together then there is either no result or not the result you were expecting. Not in vain people say that spaces between fingers were created to be filled. Everything in this interrelated world is set on this basis.

Unfinished

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Being with someone and not being sure about his faithfulness is one of the worst things in the world. It’s hard to live when doubts bite every piece of you at every second of your living.

Shallow Bittersweet Recollections

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It’s been a while since I last wrote anything, while on my mind all the ideas and thoughts that usually come along at night when I am embraced within myself keep on composing stories and poems, which I am usually not being able to bring together.

But it’s more a matter of selfishness than inability, since my selfishness doesn’t allow me to share those thoughts with anyone but me. My level of selfishness in this regard has always been on top as I consider those moments the ones during which I create my masterpieces but I prefer them to lie with me rather than with anyone else.

Brief Account of My Project in Spain

I am a person who is in constant search for the good, for the human and for the things worth living for. I am 23 years old and the last few years of my life had passed within the walls of my university and work place and one day I simply realized that I have cut me from people and have driven myself far from one important point in my life, which is to help people. It was then that I started searching for something that would help me re-build my life, which would offer new challenges that would be used as a material to “renovate” the basis of my life and make it stronger, and eventually, help me with the goal I had set for me, but of which I had become oblivious.

My project has to do with blind people.

2012 in Pics: MY Major Events

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Since I am leaving for some period of time and won’t be able to be part of the events of the people that were in my 2012 through 2013 I decided to post some pics with people I treasure and of events that took place in the past year. This post is also meant to express my gratitude to everyone involved in my life; thank you for who you are and who you make me with your presence, words and attitude. Hopefully, I have brought smth good into your lives too.

New Year 2012 – Celebrated with friends and most importantly, my family!

The Beautiful Armenian Bride

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I am perhaps one of the few ones who have seen one of the most beautiful Armenian brides in my life. You know I have seen thousands of beautiful girls who in no way appeared as beautiful in my eyes as the girl who got married a few months ago. You might think it was her makeup or her dress that made her beautiful. I say no. She was beautiful because she was immensely happy and was conscious of what she was doing and therefore the bright sparkle in her eyes was way more powerful than that of a most expensive diamond. Don’t wanna talk much about that, instead will post some pics as a proof of what I say.