Movie review: Slumdog Millionaire

Every time I visit London I make sure I go to movies. Back at home we still have only one up to date cinema with London priced tickets and Russian dubbed movies…Lately I don’t even mind going to a movie alone, something that would seem weird to me before due to prejudices of youth…not any more. All I need is a movie and maybe a coke. Is this considered an advertisement? Well, don’t drink it. Its bad for your health. Does it balance now? :) Of course when possible I prefer going especially to romantic movies with my spouse who actually prefers fantasy and doesn’t like “girlie” movies at all but does not want me to go to cinema alone and would prefer coming along and “suffering” through the whole movie…Something to do with Azeri mentality that I don’t mind in this case actually :)

During my last trip I watched “Changeling” that left me paranoid and depressed for quite a while therefore this time it had to be something positive. I knew that I wanted to see “Slumdog Millionaire”. So I did…
Those who know me and saw the movie might have already guessed that I have wept the whole movie. It made me laugh too but mostly stroke again with discoveries about human cruelty and again cruelty, arrogance, ignorance and love, love, love :)

I have a dilemma. How do I bring up a child teaching him to trust and love people and at the same time not to believe to all he meets, sees and hears…

The movie is about real horrors that we know that exist but we don’t want to face/think/notice…one of the reasons being that we cant really change much about many things in life and prefer to be isolated in our own comfort zone…nowadays even sometimes getting extreme in this isolation…The movie proved once more Madagascar's King Julien's saying that some or many people think that “nothing personal but they are better than others” and what wise mentor tortoise from Kung Fu Panda used to say that “accidents are not accidental”…Actually destiny or as we call it here “qismət” is quite strong in traditions, culture and beliefs in Azerbaijan. Therefore main character’s often said “its destiny” is very understandable to me.

Older generations in Azerbaijan as anywhere else in former USSR grew with Indian movies. I wonder if this played some role in their maturing to kind and loving people. Indian movies always have a good ending, at least they used to, evil never wins, however it tries and happiness and love are constant winners. Another thing so comfortable about Indian movies is that they do not have intimate scenes which makes life of any Azeri family easier as usually men and women, brothers and sisters or different generations watch movies together and are able to watch the movie uninterruptedly without switching the channels for a while with guessed timing to go back to watching the movie or girls suddenly going to bring tea or starting to talk to each other etc – all these awkward things happening during intimate scenes of other movies, since mentality and tradition still do not “allow” watching all this collectively…

I wonder if we in my country would be once as brave and confident as those who shot “Slumdog Millionaire” to expose the issues of our country. I am not sure if we can afford it currently though. My wishful thinking hopes that maybe by the time we would afford it we won’t have those issues any longer…

Any Indian movie has dance in its script, many dances. It was great to see that movie makers did not compromise on this tradition and had it even so at the end of the movie when the story was over. I envied movie makers chance to capture so many issues in one movie speaking to the whole world at once. Bravo.

The movie brought big picture back to me, distancing me from annoying little nuisances of life reminding to be grateful, positive and loving no matter what I see or what I hear.

P.S. Edited and shortened version of the article here.

P.P.S. Today (22.02.2009) Slumdog Millionaire got an Oscar. Bravo!! Well deserved!! Congratulations to everyone in the team!! :)

Hippodrome...Bine, Azerbaijan

I am not sure about the regions but we have two hippodromes in Baku, one in the city and one in one of Baku villages, called, Bine (Binə). Although I am not personally into horse riding it is great to know that this is something available and quite affordable in Azerbaijan...Albeit it took me years to actually go and visit Bine hippodrome I am happy that I did go at the end and saw those graceful and truly beautiful horses. For those especially children who are at ease with horses experience is truly peaceful and full of harmony...something that I enjoy observing a lot.

Love is in the air...what can be better for children...

Getting to know the horse...

Thankfully horses have lots of space...

Tea...Quince jam...

Recently I had dinner with people who were able to recite love poems...it was a very pleasant experience...as poetry always is...

Since I am still under impression of poetry...please forgive my below kind of poetic description of "hayva mürəbbəsi" i.e. quince jam :) ...I wrote earlier about our tea tradition and that we often have it with "mürəbbə" Azeri kind of jam...These are pictures of quince jam...On a cold winter day quince jam is like a sun that shines on a snow white table cloth...Those who are fond of "mürəbbə" in general appreciate this golden sour-sweet jam with rich flavour. I will share with you a secret...Next time you visit Azerbaijan and go to a restaurant order as many types of jams as the place can offer or you would be able to taste...until then I will keep you posted on different types of jams available...

As we say here "аğzınız şirin olsun" that means "let your mouth be sweet" or "have a sweet mouth" :) as weird as it may sound in English this sounds very proper and natural in Azeri. Please let me know if you can think of a better translation :)

Quince jam...which is not a jam per se...it is "mürəbbə" :)

Quince and quince jam...

Numerous guests and continuous tea sessions are a norm in Azerbaijan

Unknown Azerbaijan...19-20 January, 1990…

USSR era ended for Azerbaijan with last massacre Soviet Army has brought upon it on 19-20 January, 1990…

In short Azerbaijan Republic had declared independence and Soviet Army entered on tanks and with Kalashnikovs in their hands to show power and who was in charge... Although USSR government knew that USSR was collapsing and Republics were going independent, government didn’t want to give away the last chance of showing its deep hatred toward free minds and people I must say in general…

I wouldn’t go further on government and army but just would say that the head of USSR at that time was Mikhail Gorbachev.

I will neither go into details of wildness when tanks were going over armless people and soldiers were shooting to every window they saw light in…

Years of repression and organized crime towards people’s identity and self esteem were finalized with that last massacre that ended lives of 170 people including six women and nine children and teenagers; 370 people were wounded...

Azerbaijanis have short memory for cruelties the nation went through its history...its modern history…this is a forgiving and peaceful nation that pays the price…

I am a woman, mother, spouse and sister and I don’t believe into wars and revenge. To me the most valuable thing on planet Earth is a life of a person, of any person…We had two explosions in Baku tube during last ten years…The country is in ceasefire but now and then coffins of some young guys go back to their homes and ruin lives of their families…I am following the news from places like Gaza, Afghanistan, Pakistan, Iraq, civil wars in Africa and it is unfortunate to see what people are doing...Excuse me for this nonsense but I always say that whoever gives ok to war must be “made pregnant”, have really bad pregnancy period, then have hard delivery, bring up the child and then made to send that grown up child to a war to become a victim…maybe this will make those people realize that their ideas and ambitions are not worth any person’s life and any mother’s tear…

20 January is the day Azerbaijanis pay tribute to those who gave their lives for the country's independence...

Photo: At Shahidlar Khiyabani (Martyr's Cemetary), 1990. By Reza

Ay means Moon in Azerbaijani...

The year I was born, 1976, name Ayten (Aytən in Azeri), was very popular in Azerbaijan. Therefore when I went to university there were at least four girls in the same group whose name were Ayten :)

Ay means Moon in Azerbaijani and we have numerous names associated with Moon: Aytekin, Aysel, Aynur etc etc....these names usually mean moon light, someone who "is" half moon, looks like moon etc etc...Women with kind of round face, shaped eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes were considered as "Moon face" if I can say so in the past and considered as ideal beauties in the East...

The reason I wrote the above is that today I am posting a photo of an amazing Moon we are having over Baku tonight...although I am not sure if my picture conveys the beauty...:)

Unknown Azerbaijan...Tea...

If you ask me what tea means in Azerbaijan I will just reply with our proverb which says “Çay nədir, say nədir” which can be translated as “when you drink tea, you don’t count the cups” and means that tea is something almost “sacred” in Azerbaijan…or should I simply say…there is a strong tea culture….

Tea ceremony in Azerbaijan means freshly brewed, strong, bright-colour, hot tea served in crystal or any other glasses or cups (I will do a separate post on traditional glass “armudu stəkan” i.e. “pear shaped glass”). Tea is served continuously when there are guests or when there is an interesting conversation…when we are bored or not bored, happy or sad…Tea with milk or with sugar (sweet tea) is not traditional…Traditional tea is served with lemon, cube sugar, sweets and “mürəbbə”. The word “mürəbbə” doesn’t have a direct translation because if I write jam you would imagine something a bit different. “Mürəbbə” is thinner and you would eat it quite differently to how we eat jam but I will write about this separately in future :)

I always say that with good statistical information I think Azerbaijan would beat all the records in world’s tea consumption per capita but I am afraid there is no this kind of data currently. Another proof: the word “çayxana” means place/café where people drink tea, this culture is as old and strong in Azerbaijan as pubs in Britain…when visitors come to Azerbaijan for the first time and see men sitting in a café, playing backgammon and drinking something they are amazed to see that those men are actually drinking…tea…what visitors do not know is that the place they see is actually “çayxana”. Historically women were not going to public places so “çayxana” used to be a place for men...nowadays young generation thinks that “çayxana” sounds ancient and not very refined and friendly so these cafes are mainly called as “çay evi” i.e. tea house.

Tea is associated with warmth, hospitality and friendliness therefore traditon says that one should not allow the guest leave the house without at least one cup of tea...for the beginning ;)...

Winter...

I must have written earlier on this blog that we Azeris very often find ourselves saying (almost boasting :) that from 11 climate zones we have 9 in Azerbaijan. Thus e.g. if Baku area is mostly dry but has Caspian Sea, we also grow lemons in subtropical Lenkoran and Sheki is very green and has mountains...Purpose of this foreword is to say that winter has different scenarios depending on the region of the country. In Baku it means mostly rain and wind and few days of snow and for Sheki it means snow, snow, snow, frozen, icy roads and pipes, continuously happy and excited children and women with red hands who no matter what weather continue their house chores in a most proper manner. Usually the harsher the winter the better the harvest but unfortunately it continues to be a very difficult season in terms of logistics and conveniences for many households in the country.

Below photo is the courtesy of Tural Salahov who took this photo on his way to Sheki and neighboring regions. Thank you, Tural, for a great photo. Another fascinating creation of Mother Nature, isn’t it?...

Bayramlıq...

Since marriage and family continues to be main pillars of Azerbaijani culture we have numerous traditions connected with engagements, weddings, family life and children…

Traditions connected with pre-wedding times are numerous. The more the family feels attached to traditions more creative they can be :) Ok, I might be a bit exaggerating but with desire and time and financials allowing different ceremonies can be arranged that bring a lot of joy and lots of work to immediate families and entertainment to relatives and guests. One of traditions is called “bayramlıq”, bayram means holiday and the ending “lıq” can be translated as gift for holiday and means the ceremony of bringing gifts to the engaged girl. As long as the couple is engaged and not yet married bayramlıq ceremony can be arranged for all holidays that take place during the period…

According to tradition the family of engaged man brings all kinds of sweets and some gold jewelry to the engaged girl; all presents are brought in “xonça” to be read as khoncha and meaning decorated basket or tray with presents. Colour associated with these ceremonies is usually red. Do not quote me but I assume that this might be connected with the fact that Azeris were Zoroastrians in ancient times and fire and its colour are still strong elements of culture…Girl’s family in return in accordance with tradition of hospitality which is another very important part of culture receives the guests in her house, lays the table and prepares the food and then gives some of sweets back to boy’s family to sweeten their mouth as we say here as well as to all the guests and other relatives who were not participating at the ceremony…:)

There is a famous saying in Russian "Восток дело тонкое" that might be translated as "East is a delicate/fine matter..." thus sophistication and attention to detail is very important to Sheki people if I may say with pride :) and in this context this applies to khonchas and hospitality…
Below are some pictures of khonchas brought as New Year bayramlıq.

One of wishes to newly engaged would be not to let routine to turn their future holidays to commonness and that they continue to make the most of their holidays just like they do it now :)

No bayram without famous Sheki khalva :)

Khonchas...

Another khoncha...

More khonchas...

Museum Center: "Winter harmony"...

It is scary and disappointing to see how much in general people’s leisure times in modern life are filled by TV and shopping…

Thankfully there are also always places to visit, see, experience that enrich our lives…as long as there is a desire…

As history tells Baku had been cosmopolitan and very arty city back in 60s and 70s…after difficult times began…thankfully during past three-five years art life of the city is reviving…all museums and concert halls are being renovated, artists are starting to be appreciated and recognized more…there are more competitions and events and art life is awakening…I am very hopeful that this positive trend will continue...

Museum Center in Baku in addition to personal exhibitions and other events cheers Bakuvians with its seasonal exhibitions every season of the year. Thus winter exhibition called “Winter Harmony” have been a beautiful holiday present…

Unfortunately I can not post pictures of art works due to copyright issues…therefore I am posting only a flyer of the exhibition…

Day of Solidarity of Azerbaijanis and Happy New Year!!!

31st of December is not only the day when we greet the New Year but also the day when the day of Solidarity of Azerbaijanis is celebrated.

Azerbaijan historically always has been and continues to be located on cross roads, possess natural resources and exit to sea - these have always been a blessing and a curse...In order to occupy the land physically and politically one of the easiest ways was/is “to divide and rule” - famous old saying that proves to be true for as long as the humanity exists. I think this saying had been/is heavily “practiced” in Azerbaijan and became one of the reasons why something very common and natural among other nations is unfortunately quite rare among my fellow citizens and compatriots or Azerbaijanis that reside elsewhere. These are natural respect, compassion, sympathy, support and solidarity with each other. I am not against globalization and I believe into internationalism. But I also think that sayings “charity begins at home” or “self likes itself best” and “East or West home is best” are still very true...Therefore I really hope that people that think, believe and know that they are Azerbaijanis would understand hopefully sooner rather then later that this must mean sympathy or at the very least respect to other Azerbaijanis and SOLIDARITY by default.

Bayramımız mübarək olsun, əziz Azərbaycanlılar! Arzu edirəm ki, biz doğrudan da həmrəy olaq. Biz özümüzə və bir birimizə hörmət etməsək, heç bir millət və dövlət bizə heç vaxt hörmət etməyəcək!!!

My dear readers, thank you very much for visiting my blog, reading my thoughts, sharing your thoughts with me and supporting me. Happy New year to you and your dear ones! May year 2009 bring good health, love, joy, prosperity and peace!

With lots of love from Azerbaijan,

Ayten :)

Above photo is the courtesy of Hikmet Sadiqov. This is how the Independence Square in front of the Government House in Baku looks currently. Hikmet, thank you very much for great photo!

Unknown Azerbaijan...Food...Plov...

Today I am writing about food…

It is a festive season and people in Azerbaijan who are very sensitive and attentive to subject of food will be even more engaged with this matter on New Year holidays. I must say that food is not something that is regarded not important in Azerbaijan…vice versa this is an essential part of culture.

Plov or aş (ash) is considered as “süfrənin şahı” meaning “shah (king) of local cuisine” in Azerbaijan. Plov is cooked for respected guests to show respect and high sympathy and during special occasions. Azerbaijan has many types of plov depending on its geographical regions. I am more acquainted with Sheki plovs :) which on its own has many types of plov depending on seasons of year…Currently in winter we have a season of chestnuts and nuts therefore plov is served with meat with chestnuts; or chicken. Last time we had plov at home we also stuffed chicken with nuts; this stuffing is traditional in south of Azerbaijan, Lenkoran area and stuffing is called “ləvəngi” (levengi). In my previous life I must have been from that part of Azerbaijan because I love “ləvəngi” :) Plovs also are supposed to have “qazmaq” that is a bottom crispy layer of the dish.

This is a very ignorant and hasty post about plov. I hope to be able to go back from time to time and elaborate on this subject :) In the meantime you can visit an excellent website on Azerbaijani cuisine and overall great food here and read more about plov and not only.

Plov...

Chichen stuffed with levengi...

Raisins and dried apricot served with plov as well...

Meat with chestnuts...

Plov covered with qazmaq

Have superb holidays!!!

Unknown Azerbaijan...Azerbaijan University of Languages...Ismikhan Rahimov and other distinctive teachers...

Before December is over there is a subject that I also need to touch upon...
15 years ago, back in December 1993 I was among the students who got enrolled to department of linguistics of Azerbaijan State University of Languages to become a translator/interpreter.

I must also go back and say that in Soviet times it was virtually impossible to get enrolled to this and many other universities in Soviet Republic of Azerbaijan without paying substantial amounts of money unofficially of course. After repeat declaration of independence in 1991 (initial one happened in 1918) one of the first and best things that happened in Azerbaijan was the transfer to written test system of university exams which enabled people to get enrolled to universities they wished without having to bribe anyone. In 1995 it was the second year when this new system was working and I was one of citizens to benefit from it. The studies started weirdly in December because the country had no capacity to check the results internally and test results had to go to Turkey (I think) to be checked and shipped back. Nowadays after 15 years results are known the same day and future students are able to check the results on TV with live announcements...

There have been very many teachers that I met on my path that I am very grateful to; unfortunately I won't be able to remember the names of each of them. Among others I have had amazing phonetics teacher Ashraf muellim, grammar teacher Remziye xanim (if I am not mistaken), Gilinckhan muellim on linguistics and two more amazing and distinctive people/teachers that I was blessed to meet. One of these teachers who not only taught English but became a mentor and close friend to me is Ragsana Mammadova who is now the Executive Director of Azerbaijan English Teachers' Association.

And

Ismikhan Rahimov who unfortunately passed away now. It is not right and possible to write about Ismikhan muellim in just one post. He has been the person that fought for his native Azerbaijani language against the Soviet regime and who loved and knew Shakespeare’s English without ever traveling to any English speaking country (I think). Although he spent years in Siberia for nothing he still continued to love people, life and of course his native and English languages. Thankfully until his last day he was teaching students and anyone who was eager to learn...without expecting too much appreciation from anyone...Allah rəhmət eləsin (Rest in peace)...

Ismikhan Rahimov with his wife Zarida xanim and grandson in Baku, 1997. Photo: Betty Blair

I must say that nowadays when I hear comments about corruption and low standards in Azeri universities I emotionally refuse to accept that this applies to each and all because that was not and I am sure is not true for many committed professionals that are spending their life teaching those who want to learn and grow and develop. And I am thankful to them. Thank you!

Movie review: Changeling

I watched Clint Eastwood's Changeling movie. It is a harsh and shocking movie about a true story. Although it is hard to watch I think everyone should watch it.

The movie not only made me paranoiac at least for awhile but also made me question: “Why some people are cruel?...why do some people have urge to physical aggression to hit, beat or even kill; or irritate, stress, piss off, humiliate, hurt, harass, suppress – psychological aggression. Animals kill each other to survive. What stands behind human aggression? Why can’t we coexist…just…especially if one has power over the other…

Changeling doesn’t have answers. It presents one more case of outrageous aggression both psycho and physical.

Movie producers have a unique opportunity to show us, the viewers, what we might not always want to see and acknowledge. It is very remarkable that Clint Eastwood and actors including John Malkovich and Angelina Jolie decided to do this movie together. Thank you.

Book review: A Thousand Splendid Suns

One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs,

Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls.

(Saeb-e-Tabrizi, translated from Farsi by Dr Josephine Davis)

Under the influence of Khaled Hosseini’s first book, The Kite Runner, I decided to read his second novel as I was interested in finding out if it was as strong as his previous book.

If The Kite Runner filled my soul with sadness and grief, A Thousand Splendid Suns also made me feel anger and outrage.

There are those people who just observe the story while reading and those who dive into the story and feel all the happiness or tragedy of the book’s characters. I belong to this second category. As a daughter, I could understand how the betrayal of a father would feel. As a woman, I could imagine what it would be like to be punched by my husband or forbidden to leave the house without him and to be prevented from studying or working. As a mother, I could imagine how it would feel to have a caesarian without anaesthetic or to be obliged, due to war and hunger, to leave one of my children in an orphanage.

A recurring thought I had while reading the book was “God forbid!” The despair of the characters’ situations, especially those of the women, felt like a “lump of anger and sorrow” in my throat, as we say here in Azerbaijan.

It is admirable how in one book the author touches upon history, politics, people and countries, culture, customs, cuisine, religion, parenthood, childhood, maternity, betrayal, freedom, loyalty, patriotism, humanity and love of course. Different subjects intertwine harmoniously, making the reader go through all kinds of emotions and feelings.

The book has a specific and distinctive way of raising awareness about the author’s country, Afghanistan. One hopes and wants to believe that, in some way, this actually helps the people living there.

On a sunny day, watching kids play, it is difficult even to imagine that somewhere else kids grow up thinking that war and daily struggle are the norm.

The book doesn’t fit in with the festive Christmas season so probably it’s best to read it either before or after the holidays. It is one of those books that help you to appreciate and cherish whatever good things you possess and to not take comfort and convenience for granted, but instead remember that there are people somewhere close who might need compassion, help, sympathy or even rescue.

Although both of Khaled Hosseini’s books have similar goals, they are put forward through two different stories that are both astonishing and unforgettable.

P.S. My review on "The Kite Runner" is available here.

Qurban (Gurban) Bayram

This post is a bit outdated, sorry, but I thought I’d still write...

I try not to write about religion or politics on my blog but now and then I make exceptions...

Although I don’t pray in a “proper” way and don’t do many other things that Muslims are supposed to do slaughtering a sheep once a year in the name of Allah and dividing it and sharing it with people around personally to me means/feels like a way to show my gratefulness to God. We all know the parable where the tradition takes its roots from and I also believe that this is also a respectful cause when at least once a year people make a pause and remember to share.

While travelling I hear different people commenting on different traditions. My personal opinion is that most traditions have deep meaning in them and without studying them no criticism and most of all no irony should take place and tolerance and respect would be ideal actually.

Tradition says that from each slaughtered sheep dishes must be prepared/cooked in seven homes (I think, excuse my ignorance please). People distribute “pay”s (piece to each household, a kilo or so each), congratulate each other with “Qurban Bayram” (Holiday of Sacrifice in Azeri) and wish to each other “Allah qurbanınızı qəbul etsin” “Let Allah accept your sacrifice”.

Amin...

Unknown Azerbaijan...Qara Qarayev..."Seven beauties" ballet

There are moments in life when a person feels proud of belonging to this or other country/nation. I (and I think everyone else present) felt like this last Saturday at premiere of Qara Qarayev's (Kara Karayev) ballet "Seven beauties". Previous staging that I never saw was said to be unable to go in line with richness and perfection of ballet's music. This year's performance with superbly redone costumes and decor, invited foreign producers and more effort, support of Ministry of Culture and Tourism was able to convey visually the beauty of the music. Qara Qarayev's music and up-to-date performance brought the viewers to state of euphoria, joy and pride. At the end of the performance when the viewers were generously applauding in order to express their gratitude and appreciation to everyone involved from ballet dancers to costume designer, the conductor showed the orchestra score, Qara Qarayev's creation and everyone was applauding to Qara Qarayev then thanking for sharing with us his genius and leaving behind something eternal, music he had created.

P.S. Must see/listen ballet.

Unknown Azerbaijan...Absheron...Season of olives...

Absheron peninsular is also known for its olive trees. One may find numerous olive trees in Baku, its villages and in general everywhere on Absheron. Our dacha on Absheron is no exception. My father in law, Aslan Rustamov, is not only a talented sculptor but also the person who loves not only growing but also pickling olives. Pickling olives is cumbersome and difficult process as far as I know but thanks to him his family can enjoy home pickled olives for quite a while. In a week or so olives will be gathered from trees ready to be pickled. Below are the picture of one of our trees and almost "ready" olives...

Baku is the capital of Azerbaijan

Every English school book in Azerbaijan has the sentence that is the title of this post: Baku is the capital of Azerbaijan :)

Below painting is exhibited in history museum in Baku and pictures medieval Baku...Unfortunately I do not know the author of the painting. You can see Caspian Sea, Maiden Tower and Old City in the background.

Below is how many parts of Baku look nowadays. Newly built buildings and construction everywhere. The whole city is being renovated and almost rebuilt, facades of early XX century buildings are cleaned, roads are widened and parks renovated. This is time consuming, dusty, noisy and hectic process and at times very irritating for Bakuvians...but this needs to be done at some point and earlier it starts earlier it would finish, hopefully :) Hopefully our descendants will love what we will leave behind as Baku just as we are impressed and fascinated with Old City and gorgeous landmarks of XIX, XX century. All we do with them is admire, clean and try to preserve knowing that new constructions won't be able to compete albeit new technologies and enormous opportunities...modern architecture is not worse it is just different...As I hear from all over the world many people are unhappy to see that cities are "invaded" with new buildings...I guess this is something that happens to every big and active city...Baku is no exception...it is living through its stage of modern times, new wealth, technologies, experiments and experiences. So...Let's check this out in 10 years...:)

Small things that create big emotions…

Yesterday I started to draft this post and then had to leave it for later...Below is what I have drafted...

"Today’s post is called “small things that create big emotions”…flowers and vases that you see on below picture are small things (not that small actually) that are able to create big emotions of love, surprise, amusement, happiness and joy…Both those vases and flowers in them are somebody's presents to me and my family and I am very grateful for this attention, beauty and gorgeous presents..."

After I drafted the above I received below letter from Finland that I think only proves the title of my today's post. I am extremely happy to receive this feedback from my reader and so delighted to see that my blog serves its purpose. I am sharing with you the letter:

"Dear Ayten, The Azer music of your blog is being played in the background. I just found your site last Friday! I am very thrilled and moved. The name of Sheki was given to me by a Russian journalist, Dilyara Muradova. She had recently visited the town and told about the traditional carpets. And I googled you together with Sheki! It was like really meeting someone. I am just reading the book “Brida” by Paolo Coelho. Azerbaijan has been a mysterious word for me ever since my father, interested in geography and history, mentioned it while I was a child. I am 61 years now. I am also very keen on the bulb flowers growing in the wild – here in Finland we grown them in our gardens. I am also involved in starting a Fair trade business of design products for the home with strong ethnic and craft background – that is the link to the carpets. Sorry about this confusing message. Now I shall go back to my work in promoting modern design from Finland. I just had to contact you and tell how happy and moved your site made me!
All the best in your life. All the best for your family. All the best for your country.
Warm greetings from Ms Päivi Jantunen"

Natural behavior...

This weekend when I took my son to the playground I noticed that children especially girls or I would say mainly girls, the ones who are a bit older or even the same age are very keen to help the younger ones…It was adorable to see how they were willing to help the younger children although it was the first time they saw them and nobody was asking for help…

It made me think that this must be natural behavior of one person towards the other: to care, to help, to feel sympathy and empathy. This is how it should stay in the ideal world I suppose…but…in order not to make things easy and kind of boring :) it doesn’t. Grown ups very rarely care about people that they do not know...Many books nowadays say that people should turn towards their inner child…I think I agree with this in many, many ways :)

The Sun and the Caspian Sea

In the mornings when I see or notice! the Sun coming out of the horizon and shining upon the Caspian I feel as if the energy of nature fills me in. I feel like I experience something magical. I feel grateful and blessed.

Excuse me for the quality of the photo I post today but I hope it would be able to convey at least some of the energy to you too :)

Older people...

Below is the picture of three old men who were nicely taking a rest in Huseyn Cavid park I mentioned yesterday enjoying the weather and good atmosphere in the park. They were very surprised initially when I asked them if I could take their photo...but I just could not pass by without doing it; they were so colourful...real local characters in respected age...when I was done they asked me if the photo came out OK and told me "xoşbəxt ol, qızım" if translated word by word that means "be happy, daughter"...this is a very typical phrase that one would often hear in Azerbaijan when doing something for older, even something very simple as bringing tea or helping out with something...and here I just took their photo... To me this phrase means something very warm and kind, something that associates with wisdom and kindness of older people...

P.S. You can see my older posts with the same theme here, here and here.

Huseyn Cavid (Huseyn Javid)

There are so many things that I want to write about in this post, but as we say here don't want to cause you a headache.

Today's post is devoted to Huseyn Cavid (to be read as Huseyn Javid). Let me cite Wikipedia here on who he was: "prominent Azerbaijani poet and playwright of the early 20th century. He was one of the founders of progressive romanticism movement in the contemporary Azerbaijani literature, and a dissident writer exiled during the Stalin purges in the USSR." Details can be found further in Wikipedia. I don't know if that applies to you but I have paid attention to/admired much more monuments and sculptures abroad than I did in Baku or Sheki...must be because I am local but not a tourist here. Correcting this mistake I have paid close attention to Huseyn Cavid's monument located in the beautifully renovated park named after him in Baku and loved the monument. The monument has been created by Azerbaijani sculptor Omar Eldarov. It made me think about Huseyn Cavid and recall his works I have read...and ask myself a rhetorical question "why one person/human would send to exile the other?"...

I believe I can fly :)

My today’s post is devoted to all people that know what they want and do not let doubts, circumstances and/or people to interfere into their dreams, are able to turn cons to pros and who follow their dreams and achieve what they want. This was also the reason why I have translated “The Alchemist” into Azeri as I wanted every girl and boy to read the book and believe that their dreams may and will come true if they continue to believe and work and strive and stay positive! I had to stay home yesterday and had news on most of the time and saw people celebrating victory of Obama in USA, saw his grandmother in Kenya, saw faces of happy people. Politics is a “strange animal” as they say but I think Obama’s victory could be or is a sort of inspiration to many people.

I wish to all of us to be an inspiration to each other and/or have many people around us who would inspire us.

Peace and love to all of you from Azerbaijan :)

P.S. Picture taken on our way to Lahic, Ismailli, very narrow mountain road, river running down in the valley...

Season of crocus (saffron)...

Dear All,
Today I am posting pictures of crocus in our garden in Sheki...
My parents are just back from Sheki where they went particularly to gather saffron (crocus) in our garden. Saffron flowers emerge if I may say daily during months of October-November and one has to gather them every day. Now my parents are back in Baku but we have relatives who continue gathering the flowers daily.
Saffron as you may know is another very special and unique miracle of nature. During Soviet times it was considered as a strategic product and it was not allowed to grow it openly and widely. After the collapse my dad bought kilos of crocus bulbs (or onions I am not sure) and planted them not only in our garden but also gave many onions (bulbs) to our relatives to plant. They say Absheron is better for crocus as its climate is dryer but it grows very well in Sheki as well from what we see in our garden, also considering that we do nothing other than clean the weeds and reap the harvest :)
These pictures have been taken and e-mailed to me by my close and dear relative in Sheki, Narmin, who enabled me to write about saffron today. Thank you for your thoughfulness and help, dear Narmin.

Every flower has only six stamen. Three yellow and three red (the ones that we mostly use). The richer the colour and taste of red stamen the better. It is a hard work to gather the flowers and then after to take out the stamen. Stamen is very light therefore to have a gram of saffron you need quite many flowers. Due to this hard work saffron is quite expensive in the world but still quite affordable in Azerbaijan. This is something else that our land grants to us easily here and I am not sure if we appreciate/realize this fact fully...

Harvest :) Part of it :) A lot will be used for plovs (meal from rice) and other delicious meals during the year.