That academic and legal
debate fades somewhat when measured against definitive examples. In the early 1990s, as
ordinary people like Selimzadeh were forced to leave, terrified for their lives, they left
behind everything — schools and hospitals, fields, crops and flocks, mosques large and
small, ancient and contemporary.
In the shadow of artillery and with murderous
soldiers sweeping across the territory, people hurriedly left behind the gravesites of their
ancestors, monuments to their history and culture, ancient forts and the robust stone
palaces of their Khans. Running for their lives, there had been little consideration of what
was left behind.
Time and the opportunity to contemplate their loss changed that.
While they existed in exile, occupying forces sought to purge millennia of history. It was
undertaken with such enthusiasm that the essence of thousands of years was scrubbed from the
landscape.
That is how cultural genocide looks. It was not just the attempted
annihilation of Islam. Ancient Caucasian Albanian sites were systematically scratched from
history, adapted to tell a counterfeit Armenian narrative. “It was the attempted destruction
of our culture, religion and identity to wipe us from history,” rued Robert Mobili, today
serving as Chairman of the Albanian-Udi community in Azerbaijan.
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decades, Baku repeatedly called for international monitoring of vulnerable sites and for the
Paris-based United Nations Educational, Scientific, and Cultural Organisation to do its
mandated job. However, the Paris-based body was disinclined to become involved, not least
after former French culture minister Audrey Azoulay was elected its Director-General. Across
almost three decades, there was an unencumbered, systematic effort to engender a complete
effacement of Azerbaijani culture from the landscape of Karabakh.
Upon liberation,
craftsmen spent several years restoring Imarat Garvand. Masons could be seen repairing or
replacing the pockmarked stonework. Archaeologists catalogued the bodies that remained at
the site, those not dug up, burned, or discarded. Hallowed religious buildings were cleaned
and reconsecrated, again representing the holy ground they had for centuries. In defiance of
those who sought to purge the site, today, it has regained its original form and structure. The
rise of Imarat Garvand has become totemic for all of Karabakh.
Blocks of apartments
are near completion, awaiting the arrival of IDP families, while an equestrian centre is
ready for the arrival of its equine inhabitants. If the reconstitution of Imarat Garvand is
a nod to the past, around it grows a testimonial to an even brighter future. President
Aliyev announced that the city will receive its first returnees in 2025.
[XVII]As
we paused to pay our respects at the theatre’s ruins and walked through the ransacked Imarat
Garvand cemetery, a haunting silence enveloped the area. It was broken only by the
occasional bird song and the faint echoes of construction. Yet, a new Aghdam is already
taking shape on virgin land nearby, a testament to resilience and renewal.
However,
the old town’s enduring silence speaks volumes about its tragic past. Along that narrow,
stony road into Aghdam, remnants of the ruined pre-occupation town remained railed off. At
regular intervals, prominent signs offered a sharp warning. In multiple languages, using
graphics that leave nothing unsaid, these warn that we are travelling along a cleared strip
of land winding through the heart of a vast, deadly minefield. Across those Armenian killing
fields, some devices were so hastily laid that they are strewn, visible, poking out of the
grass and weeds. Tens of thousands of anti-personnel mines, no bigger than a hockey puck but
designed to kill or injure civilians and construction workers, mean that every patch of
ground holds the potential for catastrophe, turning what should be simple movements into
high-stakes decisions.
These represent a cynical effort to deny communities the
opportunity to rebuild long after the end of the conflict. It is a cowardly thing to leave
the war behind you in the shape of minefields that endanger women, children and the most
vulnerable. One July 2023 article in Israel Hayom was typical, reporting of a beekeeper in
Kalbajar attending his hives, badly injured by a mine.
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In reality, there will be many more victims over the ensuing years.