The Prime Minister’s wife, Anna Hakobyan, writes.

“When you jump up with every phone call, your heart beats faster, your knees bend, it gets dark in front of your eyes, you cannot keep your back straight from the weight of your shoulders, you want to go underground sooner, but suddenly that call does not bring you bad news about your soldier son, or you say My Լord let it be only a wound.

At the same time, you think of other children, whom you did not personally feed, nurture and raise, but someone like you.

We, all Armenian mothers, die little by little with each of our heroic soldiers, but in our hearts, together with our “baby, lamb.

The mother who lost her son dies together with her child; it is just that it is physically recorded one day, at some point.

This is hell for us mothers.

But we shall not give the enemy either the homeland or the dignity.

The Armenian people will never suffer genocide again.

The Armenian mother will go through hell, but she will not push her son to an undignified retreat.