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Hrant: A Light in the Darkening
The following is a reflection piece by screenwriter, filmmaker, and photojournalist Eric Nazarian on the 10th commemoration of Hrant Dink’s assassination, which took place in Istanbul on Jan. 19.
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Dear Hrant Dink:
“A Gun Can’t Burn Your Peaceful ~ Pen”
Condolences to the Armenian journalist *,
who was murdered by an underage Turkish national on January 19, 2007
I say, “The gun cannot kill a honest pen.”
Gun will soon rust,
The writing implement will remain
Forever, creating new human.
Hrant’s blood composed
Of frank ink and pen;
Thy blood is blue ink—
Bones are white pens!
Contain most Armenian DNAs—
Sweetness, sincerity, seriousness—
In every genuine cell stays,
Not to seek any revenge,
Moreover, asking truthfulness!
Dink’s DNA will not go in vain
By few slayers trained to slay.
The sound of an honest literate scientific brain!
Who created ‘Agos’,
The Armenian and Turkish newspaper terrain!
Dink’s last article reads,
“Turkish poisons let mix with Armenian kind blood.
I am a dove spinning between Turks and Armenians.
Can Turks shun a dove, a sign of peaceful shine?”
I announce to each human who can’t understand,
“What does humanity stand for? Killing anyone,
including you, Hrant, a peace-seeking man!”
Dear Dink, you tried your best, did not apply before rest!
You wanted to transfer earth’s hell to safe birthing lay
Before meeting your soulful slaughtered Armenians
Who lived thousands of years before the Ottomans’!
You left hell, forever, to go to seventh heaven,
Leaving your flesh, but you swore on your soul,
Sending a message; hence, saying to your populace,
(Sylva’s feelings on Hrant’s behalf, what he wanted to utter . . .)
“I couldn’t change inhuman to a real human
Before my death, but being honest Armenian
Some fate in me stamped in my genes,
Chants remains even after three shots in my head . . .”
Shooting is their triumph, killing genes for over centuries
Still praising their, the satanic reign.
How can you darn a saint’s suit divine?
Even if you’re a dove sending peace messages to a struggling fan . . .
Every honest spirit can easily be killed
If surrounded by slayers, masked as a face of man.
Now you stamped by your blood
A so-called civilized Turkish land,
The way guided entry to the European Union;
Thus, killing exists and stays unchanged since!
(C) Sylva Portoian, MD, MSc, MFPHM, FRCP.CH, (UK)
January 22, 2007
Dr. Martin Luther King and Journalist Hrant Dink of Agos
The two men will never sigh …
We feel they are still living ….
We can see
how many faithful humans
are remembering them
around the universe
with tears and pride …
Such honest souls
lived and will live
As they dedicated their life for
Justness, rightfulness, fairness, lissomness, grace…
and more to say…
Honest people are proud to say …
King’s from African genes …
Hrant Dink genes from Armenian Highland
although their names are carved
on many marbles …
on the blue sky …
inside known caves …
but they don’t need graves
to remember them…
as they live already
in our cardiocytes …
They are alive and
will stay alive
for infinite years …
(C) Sylva Portoian,MD
January 21, 2017
A wonderful article, so well said. Our pain is not over until justice is done. Bravo Eric, you are an amazing human being, so worthy to the man who left us so untimely. God Bless his Soul may he rest in Peace.
Sylvia Minassian
A beautifully written tribute, Eric.
A great loss to so many.