Revisiting Yesayan’s Literary Legacy on the Occasion of Her Birthday
Meri Tek Demir
In fact, perhaps I should not have been surprised, because even within our own society, there were those who preferred to examine Yesayan through a stereotyped understanding of feminism. This approach acknowledged the testimonies Yesayan lived through. However, when it came time to examine her works, most of which have not properly come to light anyway, what she wrote about women "as a woman" and what she did for women's rights took on more importance.
The Field: An Ecology of Learning Brought to Life by Dance
Lerna Babikyan
From an early age, we underwent education that dictated uniform knowledge, distanced us from observing our inner fields, and prevented us from hearing our own rhythms and needs, while also distancing us from creativity and critical thinking.
Houses That Do Not Forget
Aylin Vartanyan
While watching the film, a deeply familiar feeling arose in me; as we all know that some houses do not forget easily. There are rooms whose memory does not dissolve, whether they are lived in or left empty. There are places that keep their stories even when they change hands. That is why a house is not merely a backdrop, but an active subject of remembering.
From Within a Mountain, Against It and Alongside It
Talin Suciyan
How many Armenians felt a sense of relief in those moments, while simultaneously being engulfed by an overwhelming feeling of guilt? The inability to protect the values one has created is a historical legacy, which is often entirely unrecognized.
Remembering Armenag Yeghiayan
Araz Kojayan
A dentist by profession, Dr. Armenag Yeghiayan was also an educator, linguist, literary scholar, and author of textbooks. My own formation in the Armenian language and literature began through the "Dziadzan" (Rainbow) textbooks he prepared. Before I came to know him personally, he was, for me, the little boy pictured on the cover of the "Dziadzan," trying to reach the seven balloons released into the sky. This changed the day my parents took me to his clinic, located in his family home in the "Cilicia" neighborhood. The image of the little boy was replaced by that of the "dentist with shelves full of books," for the volumes lining his clinic's waiting room made a greater impression on my childhood imagination than his own appearance.