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Proudly Armenian and Continuing the Fight
Helpless, hopeless and desperate. This is how I felt when I first heard how my great-grandparents fought for their lives to survive the Armenian Genocide. I was five years old.
Helpless, hopeless and desperate. This is how I felt two years ago during the 44-day war when Azerbaijan attacked Artsakh.
Helpless, hopeless and desperate. This is how I feel again today with Armenia
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Tamar, I commend you for all you do for the Armenian cause and for perpetuating the Armenian culture and for a such heart felt article. I am pleasantly surprised that as a fourth-generation post-genocide native Floridian, not only you speak and write Armenian, but you also teach the language to children at Sunday School. A «Հպարտ Հայ» (proud Armenian), indeed you are. I wish you well in your studies to become a physician assistant. And if you happen to marry a deserving non-Armenian, I am sure he will soon become a good Armenian Փեսա (groom) and a good partner to you espousing the Armenian cause and perpetuating the Armenian culture.