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Thursday, April 13, 2023

Maral Apelian: A teenage voice from Artsakh

 Vahe H. Apelian

I had posted this blog previously, on Dec. 21, 2022,  as "The plight of Maral Apelian". The family lives in Mets Shen in Artsakh. Her father notes that it is an hour from Stepanakert.

Maral with her parents in Armenia, 2019 

Lately a young girl by the name Maral Apelian has emerged as a young voice from Artsakh. Instagram, Civil net captured Maral Apelian’s plight in video. She has become another victim of the Artaskh blockade. Presently she is in Yerevan staying with a friend’s family, while her family is in Artsakh.

Maral is 12/13 years old. She was in Yerevan for her eye surgery and was recovering when the blockade came about. As a result of which she could not unite with her family in Artsakh. In fact, her mother reported that she met Maral at the crossing, but the Azeris did not allow Maral to cross into Artsakh to be with her parents. Her mother Sevan noted that the Azeris blocking the road let people from Artsakh cross into Armenia but will not let those in Armenia cross into Artsakh. As a result of which, her parents have let Maral know that that she may end up remaining in Yerevan well into next year. Because of the prevailing uncertainty, Maral is not attending a school.

Maral before and after her surgery

Maral is the daughter of Garo Apelian and Sevan Manjikian. Both are Kessabtsi Armenians. Garo moved to Keurkune, his native village, from the United States with his brother Serop. His parents had settled in the United States when their children were young. Garo also has a brother in Los Angeles. His sister Maral died at her tender age because of cancer.

In Kessab Garo married Sevan. Her family names indicates that she is from the Manjikian enclave of Karadouran, Kessab. They were married in Keurkune’s historic Armenian Evangelical Church. My cousin Stepan Apelian and his wife Ani were the godparents at their wedding. Maral is born in Keurkkune, Kessab.  Her  paternal grandparents, Soghomon and Azaduhi Apelian are deceased and are buried in Los Angeles.

Garo and Sevan with their daughter Maral moved to Armenia after the sacking of Kessab  by Muslim extremists who assaulted Kessab from Turkey on March 21, 2014. Kessab is in Syria and is the only ancestral Armenian enclave  outside Turkey. Garo, Seven and Maral first settled in Armenia and then moved and settled in Artsakh.

Maral’s paternal grandfather Soghomon Apelian and my mother are maternal cousins. My mother’s father was Khatcher Chelebian, who naturally is my maternal grandfather. Khatcher's sister Marie had married Hapel Apelian, a patriarch of the Apelian family in Keurkune. Maral is Hapel and Marie (Chelebian) Apelian's great granddaughter.

Maral appears to be an outgoing and energetic young girl. Her father noted that Maral likes singing and is learning how to play guitar. The news did not surprise me. Maral’s grand aunt, her paternal grandfather Soghomon Apelian’s sister Karoun, was remembered in the family as having a beautiful voice. Karoun and her husband repatriated to Armenia in 1947 and were settled in the town Kapan in the Syunik region where thanks to the resourcefulness of their matriarch Karoun, the family eked a living.  

The unfolding of the current events will shape Maral’s budding life as it will  shape the lives of many other young girls and boys. 

Artsakh in the eyes of Maral Apelian

At this crucial junction of our history, I wanted to archive the recordings of this articulate, daring, and brave girl who has just stepped into her teens or about to step into her teens. In her tender age Maral Apelian has emerged a symbol of the plight of the young as Artsakh Armenians brave the Azeri blockade.

The first video is my recording from Instagram where Maral, in an immaculate English she has learned, tells Aliyev to let her people go so she can be with her family in Artsakh. In the second video Maral notes that she misses her parents who have told her she may have to remain in Yerevan into the next year.  


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