Reflections
Christmas Tree Memories
There is a chill in the air, and the sky is gray as gusty winds scatter the last of the autumn leaves. Yesterday, snow flurries dusted the landscape, and the few remaining roses finally lost […]
Articles by Knarik O. Meneshian
Opinion
Artsakh and the Edelweiss
Some say that if one looks long and hard enough the Edelweiss can be found up high in the remote mountains of Nagorno Karabakh, also known as Artsakh. In German, the Edelweiss alpine flower means […]
Open Letters
An Open Letter to the World Citizens of Good Faith
“When God, who is forever free, Breathed life into my earthly frame… A babe upon my mother’s breast… Even then I stretched my feeble arms Forth to embrace thee, Liberty! …The first word on my […]
Literary Corner
Two Fortresses and Mother Armenia
Reprinted with permission. “Let’s go for a walk,” I said to Murad one balmy, sunny day, and together we strolled down Rishkov Street, past Yot Verk Church, and up the street to Central Park, where […]
History
The Remnants of Armenia’s Pagan Past
Armenia, considered to be one of the oldest civilizations in the world, is a small, landlocked, mountainous, country located between the Black and Caspian seas in the South Caucasus region of Eurasia. It is bordered […]
News
Meneshian: Wealth of a Nation
Special to the Armenian Weekly “Zhoghovurtn eh amenametz sdeghtzagortzoghuh, gnatsek u sovorek nrantseets.” –Komitas “The people are the greatest creators, go learn from them,” said the Armenian clergyman, musicologist, composer, choirmaster, and vocalist, Komitas Vartabed […]
News
A New Era for the Armenians of the Midwest
CHICAGO (A.W.)—On the afternoon of March 22, the Armenians of Chicagoland and nearby regions of the Midwest joined together to celebrate the opening of the Honorary Consulate of the Republic of Armenia in Chicago and […]
Culture
Poem: The Last Day in May
The Last Day in May It is the last day in May And the peonies and roses Are in bloom, releasing Heady fragrances Into the warm, balmy breeze. The dandelions have retreated And wild […]
Culture
Poem: Like a Shooting Star
Like a Shooting Star One second, There is no you, The next, You are taking your first breath. Once second, You are here, The next, You are taking your last breath. Life and Death— Great […]
Op-Eds
Murad’s Story
“When you suddenly grow sad, Think of the songs and the people you love; Think of pleasantries, joyous events, And think of the friends you love. Remember that the good have always been numerous, And […]