“My mother, you were my only, just like my Armenia…”

Hamo Sahyan

Dedicated to Armenian Mothers

No matter how long Planet Earth exists and no matter how many brilliant poets, songwriters, painters and sculptors are born, there has not been and there will not be poems, songs, paintings and sculptors devoted to the perfection of a MOTHER since the symbol of the MOTHER-ESSENCE created by God is inexplicable.

Armenian mothers! With your love for the family, worship of children, love for God and worship of the homeland, you affirm the idea that it was an Armenian woman who conceived Jesus, that the nations of the world originated from you, that your womb is the holy temple of the Armenians, that your hands are the pillars of my land, that the beats of your hearts are the bells of Armenian churches and that your prayers are the defenders of the native land. Armenian mothers! You stand out from other women of the world with your beauty, talent, piety, grace, kindness, spiritual strength, warmth, prudence, humanism and optimism! Armenian mothers are like a bridge that connects the land and heaven. They are angels on Earth, and their presence in our lives is a perfect harmony of enigmatic colors, speech and melody. How imperfect and colorless life would be without mothers…The eyes of a mother are the mirror of the life that we have lived. If you want to know a son, look into the depths of his mother’s eyes and listen to the silence of her soul…The presence of a mother is the almighty shield, the most splendid fortress, the purest fountain, the most charming song and the most beautiful fairy tale that has no ending.

Whose baked bread is as tasty as a mother’s? In whose eyes can you see so much love for her children as a mother’s? Who can forgive as much as a mother can? Who can shed so many tears for a deceased son as much as a mother? The Moon gives light, the Sun gives warmth, God gives love, and a mother gives a combination of all that. So, let’s kneel and pray for the ESSENCE OF A MOTHER, let’s pay tribute to the relics that have been buried in the Mother Land, let’s love Armenian Mothers closely related to the MOON and SUN, the exceptional of all the women of the world.

                       My mother!

         My marvelous! My continuity!

             My everlasting song and universe!

              M y  P e r f e c t i o n!

                 My mother language!

                 My home!

                 Our sweet bread,

                 Our lifestyle,

                 The salt in our life,

                The moves of our lips,

                 You are the image of my son

                 And our honor!

                 You are our Motherland!

                 And Armenia!

                 This is how you are!

Karine Avagyan