“WHO in the heck are AlanaKalanian Warriors?
Well, my nana would say that on a clear day when she was just a little girl, she could see them from her bedroom window on their beautiful shining horses. They would be flying gallantly off the top of Mt. Ararat‘s highest peak ..
Her mother, my great-grandmother told her one of the many wondrous quests of these strong, brave, and brilliant Armenian warrior women almost every night right before bed. Excitedly, my Nana waited in such eager anticipation to hear how they rode their horses faster than the wind. With a sword in one hand and their pen in the other they would inflict a mighty blow.
My beloved nana, God rest her soul, had not known then looking out her window in awe of the brave, scholarly women she had loved and admired from her mother’s bedtime stories would be far more than she could ever dream. It was when Nana needed to find her extraordinary strength and courage to literally escape her death by fleeing Turkey during the Armenian Genocide when her mother, my great grandmother revealed she was the great grand-daughter of the first queen warrior of “Kalanian” and the bloody nightmare she would face ahead she shouldn’t fear. ” It will be just another great and courageous conquest for a powerful, and most brave warrior like her,” she said..
From then on, my nana, was all that plus a bag of Kofte, only achieving what was amazing for being the one who was always the most courageous.
Her wonderful, touching, and inspiring stories of the super strong, intelligent female warriors that she passed all on to me, have lived long through the magical, and mythological part of my family’s history. This really made growing up for me so extra special.
My days with my nana were endless and filled with continuous adventure. Climbing grapevines, swinging on ropes from tree to tree, and clinging tightly to my trusty plastic toy sword in my back yard is where you would find me saving the world, but nothing could fill my heart with more joy than seeing how happy my Nana would get just from watching me out of the kitchen window.
“Although at times saving the weaker kids from bullies did get a bit overwhelming, not to mention, quite exhausting..”
- Today’s Woman Warrior: Shelley Wykoff (womenwarriorsbook.com)
- Alana (A Parable) (abbuni.wordpress.com)
- East of Byzantium Armenian women warriors