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My Father's Life

“The truth is that the life of an individual is not more interesting than the life of a whole nation. And another truth is that not everyone is able to describe his/her life the way great writers do.” This was my father’s first response to my request of knowing more about his past life.

My father, Ruben Aslanian, was born on April 12 the year 1951 in a small village of Abkhazia called Mteesoubanee. Abkhazia was part of the Georgia republic during the mid nineteenth century and Georgia was one of the fourteen republics of the outdated Soviet Union. The village my father lived in does not have anything in common with the villages of the present time. One of the main differences is that those villages were extremely …show more content…

He did not follow the canon of weak and powerful and he treated all people equally. Once when he was about five years old, he was playing in the yard of his grandfather with the three-year-old cousin of his.
Suddenly the neighbor’s kid, same age as my father, came over with a stick and started hitting the little one. My father got another stick and began hitting the neighbor’s son until the left with tears in his eyes. He came back with his grandma, who was yelling at my father and except that, my father’s grandfather punished him and asked him to leave.
My father went to the bushes and started crying out of offence. “As a little kid back then, I was thinking that they were so unfair and except that they did not let me be fair either.” After a while, his grandpa came and admitted that he saw everything and that my father was right but he had to punish him so they would not get into a conflict with the neighbors. From his grandfather’s words, my father was finally relived.

Petros was his grandfather’s name and he did not love my father as much, as he loved my father’s younger brother named Rafik. Petros thought Rafik looked more like himself and my father looked more like Aik Kakulian, the grandfather from the mother’s side. Petros used to call my father Kakul to insult him, something that bothered my father a lot. “After the situation with the neighbor kid, I was

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