Borderlands Under Fire

The baby’s bedroom is left empty after Azeri bullets pierced its windows. Tragedy was averted by the sheer luck that the baby was up from a nap, but the skeleton of the crib stays as a haunting reminder. The remaining windows have bullet holes, and the glass from the broken window lies where baby used to sleep.

“If you ask any villager here, they could tell you stories for hours,” said the mayor of one of the villages, “But there is no one to listen, no one to hear us.”

The joy they find in the life of their new baby is tempered by this family's struggles with the health problems of their other children, and the insecurity of their father's job as a soldier guarding the border at a military post near Chinari, one of the villages hardest hit by the violence.  The baby seems to sense the uncertainty of their situation.   

In Armenia, children learn self defense starting in grade 8. Graduating high schoolers have weapons training, and a range of self-defense skills. In the border villages, the children pay extra close attention, painfully aware that they must be ready to defend their homes in the event of another all-out attack.

Anahit is 13.  She is a good soldier, and has won the rank of sergeant in self-defense class.  Since losing her father, she has become a champion sharpshooter. She is resolved to stay in the village, and is ready to defend her family at a moment’s notice.

Milena is 12.  Her favorite subjects are History and English. Despite losing her father, who was killed by enemy fire while guarding the border, she wants to stay in her village.  Life is hard, but she faces it with determination by studying and helping her mother.  

Anahit and Milena’s small shoes remind us that although the violence of war has ripped through their family, tearing their father away, they are still children.

On a typical Main Street, the residents repair damaged homes with repurposed materials. Walking to the end of this street, we were warned to be careful crossing the next, more open one. It was situated right in the line of sight of the nearest Azeri post, making anyone walking there an immediate target.    

“We don’t hate the Azeri villagers, though,” said one man, “We know they don’t want this war either.”

The bullet holes in this bathroom, still used by the family out of necessity, bear silent witness to the gunfire. The state-sponsored violence has infiltrated the most intimate aspects of the family’s daily lives.  For them, the gunshots are background noise.

The people of Armenia’s border villages are trapped just like this bullet fired into the window frame of a dining room. They want to protect the land their families have lived on and loved for centuries, but the gunfire leaves them unable to work in the fields and factories.

Watching the kindergarteners dance and recite traditional Armenian poetry, it was difficult to think of grown men following orders to fire on four and five year olds. Did they think of their own children at school that day?

The window that was shot out has been replaced, but this kindergarten music room was abandoned because it remained in the line of fire. In the next room, the kindergarteners learn and play despite the gunshots. This school was again targeted and destroyed by Azerbaijan in October 2020.

“The main aim is to frighten the children,” a local school administrator told us.  “But they have learned to live with fear.  After a night of shooting, the children return to school and keep on with their work.  Their creativity and hard work are how they respond, so they can show Azerbaijan that they can never have an impact.” In 2020 with Turkey joining Azerbaijan and their troops targeting civilian areas, the children of the border villages are again suffering the effects of PTSD.

This factory, where Armenians and Azeris used to work together, has been an empty shell since the fall of the Soviet Union.  “We have lots of plans to restart the factories here,” the mayor of one border village said, “And I’ve brought many investors here to see our village. But they always leave as soon as they hear the shooting.”

Domestic violence often follows war and poverty.  Children bear witness to horrific acts and families are destroyed. Another casualty of the violence, this grandfather became the sole caregiver for his ailing wife and grandchildren, now that they have lost their parents.

“The Azeri villagers don’t want this either, but they are being forced to stay in their villages just across the border from us.  The snipers and gunners dig into tiny holes among the hills in the villages.  In this way, our government does not want to fire back so as not to kill innocent Azerbaijani civilians.”

“They talk about soldiers, even walls, but we are the real border guards here,” says Knarik. “The chickens got out and my son was bringing them back in and suddenly they were firing on him. But our government forbids us to return their fire. There is no one who cares about us.”

“One day they shot into the room where Ine was playing, and I watched in horror as her toy truck was blown up.  Thank God she had just put it down, thank God it was not her.” 

“I have all the strength in the world to rebuild the house and work to support my family,” Karen said.  “I don’t think I will find a better life than in my village. If we could just build a wall around our home and gardens, if there was only peace we could work our farms.”

Nara, our guide in Nerkin Karmir Aghbyur, tells the story of the bullet holes in the side of her house.  “We were sitting in our parlor having a coffee when we heard the machine guns firing at us.  Even the tufa wall didn’t save us then.  Now the rain comes through the bullet holes in the roof.”

“Tomorrow is the day.  They will shoot for sure.  We don’t know if their snipers will target anyone, sometimes they shoot our cattle too, or if they will just shoot all around the village so that we are afraid to leave our homes, and afraid to stay.”

Finally stepping out of the shadow of her sisters, Armine speaks shyly.  She loves math, but won’t say more.  Her mother says she is focused on getting an education for her children. The children can’t play in the yard, she tells us pointing to the bullet holes in the porch roof, and Armine nods in agreement.

The regional director of an NGO whose local program is dedicated to breaking the cycle of poverty on the border inspects a greenhouse project.  “Our goal is to change old ways of thinking, to break old habits, to work towards the future.” Resistance takes many forms.

That faith and love can work miracles is a reality for many in this tiny country.  Despite the violence on the border, they retain their belief in the essential goodness of humanity, reaching out to help others, often facilitating the miracles people need.

"There had never been a church in the village, but his mother had raised him and his three brothers to be spiritual, and appreciate all of God’s miracles. And this certainly seemed like one of them. But if it was a miracle, or a sign from God, what did it mean?

        Now, here he stood at the place where the khachkar had been found, and sat proudly between the majestic mountains rising up on either side. In front of it, suddenly there began to materialize a small church, made out of the same orange tufa stone as the khachkar. It shimmered for a moment in front of him like a mirage..." from Four Brothers, page 46, Defenders by Cristina Araxie Cass

With faith the people hold fast to their beliefs, honoring their God and their traditions.  Thus they have endured over the centuries, and so they believe they will remain on their lands in ages to come.

“We believe in the goodness of people,” she said “ and we know that in the end God will hear our prayers for peace.”