We are Artsakh. We exist.
Our existence is an undeniable fact, just like your own.
Evil has no place in the highlands of Artsakh. From experience we know that if we retreat, it will fill the space we leave behind, and then, changing its disguise, will knock on everyone's door. We have accepted the battle and will not give in.
Today, evil has come to our frontiers. Cutting our roots and destroying our churches, it tramples on and denies the very fact of our existence. Evil has no home of its own - it roams in the lowlands of indifference, always ready to strike. Until we are recognized, evil will try to destroy us, certain that no one will notice.
We have a tradition. During baptism, a person receives a name and a small cross on a woven thread. It is a symbol of spiritual birth, a reminder of the obligation to resist evil. Thus, by naming someone we recognize one's existence.
Artsakh is Us. We exist. Call us by our name.
We are Artsakh. We exist.
Our existence is an undeniable fact,
just like your own.