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The Sun Shines Brighter in Historic Artsakh and Its Mountains Shelter Her Legendary People Helping Vulnerable Children and their Families in Armenia’s Northeastern Border Region Hayastan All-Armenian Fund Cleans Up Toxic Soil Around Historic Church in Lori Province From Genocide to Earthquakes, the People of Gyumri Show Enormous Strength and Uncanny Resilience Dreams Shattered by 1988 Spitak Earthquake Renewed and Realized Championing New, Networking Ideologies & Traditional Needs Like Well Water Pumps for Irrigation In the Shadow of Kings, a Royal Kindergarten is Helping Kids Reach their Full Potential Newly-built Hacop & Hilda Baghdassarian Community Center Opens in Artsakh’s Krasni Village An Ode to a Soldier, Father, Patriot Standing Strong in His Native Village Others Abandoned Hayastan All-Armenian Fund Builds 115 Greenhouses in Tavush Region to Prevent Food Insecurity South American Family Resuscitates Dilapidated Border Village in Northeastern Arm...

by Paul Chaderjian April 23, 2023 (LOS ANGELES) KTTV FOX 11 will broadcast a news special chronicling the Armenian-American experience as part of its month-long celebration of Armenian History. The special will air on Sunday, April 30, at 9:30 AM PDT, and it will be streamed and available worldwide through the station’s site FOXLA.com/live . FOX LA morning news anchor Araksya Karapetyan became the first broadcast journalist in 2012 to break into the extremely competitive and second-largest U.S. media market, which serves more than 18 million viewers in several Southern California counties. In addition to covering breaking news, local, regional and national politics, Araksya’s serious yet charming personality helps millions of Angelenos start their day with the latest news, weather and traffic reports during the five-hour “Good Day LA”  broadcasts.  While Araksya had occasionally reported about the Armenian-American community in Southern California, her focus on her people and ...

by Paul Chaderjian   Once there was and there was not…   There was nothing but sand here. Now, a picture-perfect 21st century metropolis stands tall with pride. Highrises of steel and glass, cemented with the sweat and blood of foreign workers, stab the clouds to reach the gods. They pierce and punch the Maker, challenging her dominion over mankind and its destiny. Where there were dunes of sand long before humanoids traversed this shallow, now reclaimed seabed, there are now swaths of hyper-development and buildings on illegal steroids. All those commutes in solitary gas-guzzlers out west is how these towers were built, how these cities were birthed. This isn’t Manhattan; it would never strive for that type of mediocrity or excellence. New York is too real, too historic, too known, too worn and too weak to compete with these new economic dynamics. Here is an Elysian vision, one perhaps only a Hollywood miniature set builder would dare create, a reali...

Once there was and there was not … 1. [[[ dIS aPPEAR fROM hERE ]]] It’s Tuesday, and he’s on an Airbus, 32,972 feet above land, waiting for a computer network to ping him and beg him to return. Flight SU 106 is racing to Los Angeles from Moscow, where he has had a layover on his journey from Yerevan, Armenia — the faux Homeland — to his real home in the US. Weeks earlier, he had told his new boss in Armenia he was thinking about a three-month break. A freelance assignment in the Arabian Gulf would stall the process of his full repatriation to the Homeland, which actually was not the place his forefathers had lived for centuries. The sage advice he received was to just make a decision, stay or go, and just “move on.” It’s a win-win situation, his boss had said, but his heart was still torn. He had flipped a 50 AMD coin to see if he would pack up only months after arriving. The conflict was that he had come to this place to try to fill the large hole in his conflicted heart. I...

BY PAUL CHADERJIAN Once there was and there was not … Fall 2013 will forever be imprinted in my mind with a melancholic pop song about our enigmatic obsession with the Homeland. In my mind’s eye these days, Arabo Ispiryan’s cinematic music video plays in repeat. As the young protagonist picks up an older relative at Zvardnots airport, as they drive past our monuments and landmarks, Arabo professes his yearning for the Homeland. He serenades her about wanting her to beckon him, let him return home. Why a love song about our abstract desire to be one with the Homeland would haunt me while I stand and live in her bosom has been puzzling me since I heard “Tun Im Hyreni” for the first time a few days ago. Arabo Ispiryan - Tun Im Hayreni Arabo sings of embracing a place that we collectively long for, a place that’s been bullied, pillaged, burned. He sings of sons enslaved by foreigners, of a nation whose springs have turned to fall. He sings of wanting to wash our anc...

by Paul Chaderjian A column for the Asbarez newspaper Once there was and there was not … Sometimes if you’re watching the clouds, the genius algorithms of our connectivity and oneness in the universe spell themselves out in plain sight. Last Sunday, I was watching large jumbo jets landing and taking off from the Honolulu International Airport, passing through the few well-defined, fast-moving and magical clouds over Hickam Beach – a private military beach at Joint Base Pearl Harbor-Hickam on Oahu. My friends had taken me to the beach on my last day of a quick visit to Honolulu. The night before, I’d watched the stars of Hawaii Five-0 ram a black van into a bench on the driveway of the out-of-use emergency department at Leahi Hospital. The actors had then fallen into gurneys, sporting fake gunshot wounds to the arm and gut. While Hollywood was making media content on Oahu, a group of friends was doing the same 8,000 miles away. I wouldn’t find out abou...