Wednesday, July 13, 2005

Lezgi ... one of the ethnics living in Azerbaijan

I was told that the life that I am going to describe is not really to be seen any longer among Azeri families... though I am very opened to believe that at least in the villages the life could still be this way. The family I am to describe should be of Lezgi origin.

As I mentioned in Nabran we were living in a room rented from one family. The house had two floors and a garden and I think in the back there was some place to keep the cows as well.

We were shown to our rooms by a young woman that was followed by two little kids. She started to make the beds for us, while I was occupied by those little ones. One was offering me a battery that he seemed to enjoy to chew on and the other one kept giving me three stones. I felt already accepted. ;o)

There were actually two families living in the house. The young couple with three kids, the oldest girl kept running around and pretty much rebell against everything, and the parents of the husband. I guess quite usual combination.

I am aware of life that Muslim women are supposed to lead.
But here although in much lighter form I was for the first time in my life really exposed to it. The young woman was supposed to do everything, she sort of moved slow, but in a decisive way, always ready to give me a smile. She would never sit with us, she would make the tea ready, offer to all of us, including me and the mother-in-law, but she would always stay in the distance.

In the evenings or mornings, I have not noticed that, she would milk the cows and get ready the milk and two traditional types of cheeses. Then when we crawled out bed, she would be ready with our breakfast, having already served her family. Getting ready lunches and dinners, washing clothes, cleaning tables after us eating (I was a guest and thus not allowed to), washing dishes were her everyday tasks.

I have seen her husband only when eating or drinking, he seemed to be visiting discos on the weekends. The grandpa seemed fully occupied by the children and grandma was helping with the kids. But I did not really feel well about her. The young wife spoke Russian, as did the grandpa, the other two did not.

It is really hard to describe the feeling I had every time I was around the garden (that is where everyone always hanged out). I could never really tear my eyes of the girl. She never has a break, no weekends, no days off… she cannot complain, it simply is this way…

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Anonymous janca said...

very interesting. Stories like this always hit me. It's strange trying to imagine what i would do at her place... but i would just probably take it as a fact since i wouldn't have a chance to try anything else...
really weird.

10:40 PM, July 13, 2005  
Blogger Mart'a said...

exactly my thought... on the other hand, she does come into contact with "normal" life... but maybe it is more like her thinking we are behaving incorrectly as she is brought up behaving this way.

6:13 AM, July 14, 2005  
Anonymous michal said...

I think it is really tough to be able to see life through her point of view if you have not lived through the same upbringings. It certainly seems that life is extremely different, but I'm sure it is an accepted and "normal" thing for most of the peopling living there. I am not sure whether to feel more sorry for the life she has been dealt, or happy for the lifestyle I have been given...

9:07 AM, July 14, 2005  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

every nation,every land has its own rules and laws. and the way they live is the same way as their parents lived, and they happy with their live ,even if its hard how you can see. you grew up in different environment ,they in different,and you wont be able understand each other about life style you live ..

5:50 PM, September 29, 2008  

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