Nazany's Journals
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Andouni
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| Two books and many websites later, I am chagrined to find that no one really knows what the origins of the Armenian people are. There are theories of... |
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Now she was brought before her judges with the grit of the desert still ground into the soles of her bare feet. Dark and strange she was, black-haired and wild.
The shackles on her wrists she wore as carelessly as if they were the gold bracelets of a dancer.
“Tell us the stories you told in the marketplace,” the eldest judge said.
“Tell us of the people of the mountain. Tell us of the people of the sun.”
Nazany opened her mouth as though to speak, but all that came from her was a low, mournful sound. It was, the men afterwards agreed, more like the cry of the wind than the sound of a woman's grief.
Finally though, with a clinking of her shackles and the faint rustle of ancient cloth, she sank to the floor and composed herself, eyes once more bleak and clear.
“Let me tell you now of the ghosts,” she whispered. "Let me tell you of my people."
Andouni Nazany
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