Anar looked down at his textbook. He was studying to be an engineer, a dream Elvin had encouraged. "I feel guilty sometimes, Father. That I am here, breathing this air, while he is..."
Anar realized then that the phrase wasn't just a slogan on a banner. It was the laughter of those children. It was the harvest his father gathered. It was the peaceful sleep of the elders. Siz Can Verdiz BizlЙ™r Yasayaq
On the mantelpiece sat a framed photograph of Elvin in his military uniform, his eyes bright with a resolve that seemed to defy the stillness of the room. Beneath the photo, embroidered on a silk cloth, were the words: “Siz Can Verdiz Bizlər Yaşayaq.” Anar looked down at his textbook