Poetry

She is the flame

A Mother’s Day tribute to the women of Armenia and Artsakh Blazing beneath the broken breath of mountains, Brave-browed mothers birthed the burdened dawn— In blood-soaked soil, through silence shattered, They rose relentless, when right was gone. Garments torn but gazes granite, They fed the flame from famine’s feast, Smuggling sons past sword and slaughter, And stitched in strength with every crease. In 1915, when vultures veiled In violet smoke tore through the dust, She

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Hoory Minoyan

Hoory Minoyan was an active member of the Armenian community in Los Angeles until she moved to Armenia prior to the 44-day war. She graduated with a master's in International Affairs from Boston University, where she was also the recipient of the William R. Keylor Travel Grant. The research and interviews she conducted while in Armenia later became the foundation of her Master’s thesis, “Shaping Identity Through Conflict: The Armenian Experience.” Hoory continues to follow her passion for research and writing by contributing to the Armenian Weekly.

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