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A Lamp Lights The Way Back: A Memoir
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''A Lamp Lights The Way Back'' is a memoir. However, it does not appear to be just personal as most of the memoirs do. It speaks about the whole era, which are also based on my ancestors' tales. I knitted my parents' memories with my own ones to tell the readers how my parents and grandparents lived at the time of Soviet terror, and how Armenia lost many of its precious lands with their historical and cultural heritage. I do not only speak of the events what my eyes have seen, but what my ears heard as well. My memories go back and ahead, too. They roam from past to present, speaking about life and death, wars and peace, happiness and unhappiness. My ears heard about the Second World War, but my eyes saw the war that happened on the Armenian borders and Artsakh at the time of the global pandemic of covid. I think the loss of Artsakh was another genocide that happened to my nation.
My memoir reflects a human condition, which may refer not only to me, but anyone else as well.
Due to the metaphors, allegorical expressions and poetic descriptions my memoir looks like a novel to be read with a great interest.
''A Lamp Lights The Way Back'' is a memoir. However, it does not appear to be just personal as most of the memoirs do. It speaks about the whole era, which are also based on my ancestors' tales. I knitted my parents' memories with my own ones to tell the readers how my parents and grandparents lived at the time of Soviet terror, and how Armenia lost many of its precious lands with their historical and cultural heritage. I do not only speak of the events what my eyes have seen, but what my ears heard as well. My memories go back and ahead, too. They roam from past to present, speaking about life and death, wars and peace, happiness and unhappiness. My ears heard about the Second World War, but my eyes saw the war that happened on the Armenian borders and Artsakh at the time of the global pandemic of covid. I think the loss of Artsakh was another genocide that happened to my nation.
My memoir reflects a human condition, which may refer not only to me, but anyone else as well.
Due to the metaphors, allegorical expressions and poetic descriptions my memoir looks like a novel to be read with a great interest.
115 pages, Kindle Edition
Published April 26, 2024
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About the author
Anahit Arustamyan
20 books75 followersI write romantic and philosophical poems rich in metaphors and allegorical expressions. My creative works are full of emotions and deep thoughts. My poems have appeared in different poetry magazines and anthologies both online and in print. I am the author of the poetry books: The Queen Of Metaphors, My Intoxicated Ink, The Phantom's Dolphin, Words In Flight, and The Canvas Of My Soul, Where I Meet Myself which are available on Amazon.
About my poetry book Canvas Of My Soul:The Hues Of My Palette
The Canvas Of My Soul is a colorful dreamscape of insights and emotions. My words linger with the reader. The Canvas Of My Soul is a poetic reporter of the “Human Condition” as I explore the rhythms and patterns of human heart and soul. The Canvas Of My Soul includes lyrical, romantic and philosophical poems. The Hues Of My Palette which is the subtitle of The Canvas Of My Soul is an artistic landscape in lyrical words and deep thoughts.
Colin Bartie's review Oct 16, 2018
it was amazing
Reading for the 2nd time. Most recently started October 16, 2018.
Colin Bartie ‘The Canvas Of My Soul : The Hues Of My Palette’
by Anahit Arustamyan
With her latest collection of poetical gems Anahit Arustamyan has truly tapped into the zeitgeist: that yearning for nourishment of the soul. These are authentically philosophical as well as poetic, gems she is offering us. The poet talks directly to the existential angst of the age. If you need spiritual, but not necessarily religious, insight you will find it in the pages of her latest offering. The book itself is a joy to hold with clear bold type and gorgeous illustrations. One of my particular favourites is ‘No, Poets Never Die’. Like many of the other poems in this collection it appears to suffuse light, its closing lines:
“A candle is melting while spreading light,
Poets melt like candles but never die.”
It makes you want to be a poet, which is another virtue of this work it is almost militantly poetic. This is a worthy and important calling! The world has great need of spiritual and philosophical poetry and Anahit is supplying it in a jewelled box. Once you dip into it you want more and more and each one sparkles with enlightenment.
Another of my favourites ‘Hey, Winds’
“Hey, winds! Were those butterflies real on the scales of your yesterday?
Oh crazy winds! Butterflies turn into fairies.”
For me Anahit Arustamyan’s words turn into butterflies, the butterflies into angels and the angels spread their dust in my path and sooth my soul. Thank you poet for your soul food. And fellow readers if you have need of sustenance, I fully recommend these poetical delights.
Having read this great and inspiring work I see there are predecessors: ‘The Queen Of Metaphors’, My Intoxicated Ink’, ‘The phantom’s Dolphin’ and ‘Words In Flight’: all of these will find a space in my treasure trove to bring light to the dark night of the soul.
By Colin Bartie
https://www.goodreads.com/review/show...
https://www.amazon.com/Anahit-Arustam...
Gregg Walling
5.0 out of 5 starsWHERE I MEET MYSELF : ANAHIT'S MUSE
August 5, 2019
Format: Paperback
What has slumbered what was meant to be touched
as
About my poetry book Canvas Of My Soul:The Hues Of My Palette
The Canvas Of My Soul is a colorful dreamscape of insights and emotions. My words linger with the reader. The Canvas Of My Soul is a poetic reporter of the “Human Condition” as I explore the rhythms and patterns of human heart and soul. The Canvas Of My Soul includes lyrical, romantic and philosophical poems. The Hues Of My Palette which is the subtitle of The Canvas Of My Soul is an artistic landscape in lyrical words and deep thoughts.
Colin Bartie's review Oct 16, 2018
it was amazing
Reading for the 2nd time. Most recently started October 16, 2018.
Colin Bartie ‘The Canvas Of My Soul : The Hues Of My Palette’
by Anahit Arustamyan
With her latest collection of poetical gems Anahit Arustamyan has truly tapped into the zeitgeist: that yearning for nourishment of the soul. These are authentically philosophical as well as poetic, gems she is offering us. The poet talks directly to the existential angst of the age. If you need spiritual, but not necessarily religious, insight you will find it in the pages of her latest offering. The book itself is a joy to hold with clear bold type and gorgeous illustrations. One of my particular favourites is ‘No, Poets Never Die’. Like many of the other poems in this collection it appears to suffuse light, its closing lines:
“A candle is melting while spreading light,
Poets melt like candles but never die.”
It makes you want to be a poet, which is another virtue of this work it is almost militantly poetic. This is a worthy and important calling! The world has great need of spiritual and philosophical poetry and Anahit is supplying it in a jewelled box. Once you dip into it you want more and more and each one sparkles with enlightenment.
Another of my favourites ‘Hey, Winds’
“Hey, winds! Were those butterflies real on the scales of your yesterday?
Oh crazy winds! Butterflies turn into fairies.”
For me Anahit Arustamyan’s words turn into butterflies, the butterflies into angels and the angels spread their dust in my path and sooth my soul. Thank you poet for your soul food. And fellow readers if you have need of sustenance, I fully recommend these poetical delights.
Having read this great and inspiring work I see there are predecessors: ‘The Queen Of Metaphors’, My Intoxicated Ink’, ‘The phantom’s Dolphin’ and ‘Words In Flight’: all of these will find a space in my treasure trove to bring light to the dark night of the soul.
By Colin Bartie
https://www.goodreads.com/review/show...
https://www.amazon.com/Anahit-Arustam...
Gregg Walling
5.0 out of 5 starsWHERE I MEET MYSELF : ANAHIT'S MUSE
August 5, 2019
Format: Paperback
What has slumbered what was meant to be touched
as
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The people who rated my book haven't read it. I posted only some lines from my book and they gave one star rating to my book.
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''I sometimes think I met my grandfather, but I didn't. I could not have met him, as he had died long before I was born. I just met him in my granny's memories. I found out what it was like to live under Stalin's rule. It was a cruel period of time. Never did fears disappear from my granny's eyes. My grandparents and parents had to live with some scary thoughts of being imprisoned or exiled to Siberia. My grandfather was a medical doctor. Mostly intellectual and educated people were arrested first. My grandfather was one of them. One night he did not come back home. My granny did not sleep at night. She sent her teenage daughters to the bedroom to sleep and began packing the suitcase. First of all she packed the warm clothes, woollen socks and stockings, that she had knitted herself. My mother was her oldest daughter. She pretended as if she was sleeping, but she was thinking of the black car, taking people away from their homes. My mother was told why the people in their neighbourhood were afraid to say a word about that evil night car. She had already survived diphtheria and felt weak. My granny thought what would happen to her in a camp in cold winters of Siberia. It was not karma but a project to make innocent people suffer...''
I could never imagine that there may be people who still support Stalin's repression.
The people who rated my book haven't read it. I posted only some lines from my book and they gave one star rating to my book.
Here are the lines that I shared.
''I sometimes think I met my grandfather, but I didn't. I could not have met him, as he had died long before I was born. I just met him in my granny's memories. I found out what it was like to live under Stalin's rule. It was a cruel period of time. Never did fears disappear from my granny's eyes. My grandparents and parents had to live with some scary thoughts of being imprisoned or exiled to Siberia. My grandfather was a medical doctor. Mostly intellectual and educated people were arrested first. My grandfather was one of them. One night he did not come back home. My granny did not sleep at night. She sent her teenage daughters to the bedroom to sleep and began packing the suitcase. First of all she packed the warm clothes, woollen socks and stockings, that she had knitted herself. My mother was her oldest daughter. She pretended as if she was sleeping, but she was thinking of the black car, taking people away from their homes. My mother was told why the people in their neighbourhood were afraid to say a word about that evil night car. She had already survived diphtheria and felt weak. My granny thought what would happen to her in a camp in cold winters of Siberia. It was not karma but a project to make innocent people suffer...''
I could never imagine that there may be people who still support Stalin's repression.
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