As one of the greatest sages and poets of history, Cavid always went down in history as a kind man. His years have been very difficult, and Cavid has always looked forward. His artistic thoughts and writings are one of the indispensable examples of our art history. National leader Heydar Aliyev praised the creativity of an unforgettable playwright, saying: "Hussein Javid is called Shakespeare, but it would be right to compare it with Höte." According to his philosophical views, Javid is a person from Shakespeare. , Huseyn Javid's legacy will live so long, his works are the national wealth of the Azerbaijani people. " This is the result of this honest evaluation, according to a decree signed by President Ilham Aliyev, the 130th anniversary of Hussein Javid's birth is celebrated in our country with various events.
Starting with poetry in his work, Cavid wrote his first play, "Mother," in 1910. By 1937, our great master, who wrote more than 20 plays, laid the foundations of the drama in Azerbaijani literature. "Maral", "Sheikh Sanan", "Gulur", "Seyda", "Devil". "Disaster", "Prophet", "Topal Teymur", "Prince", "Sayavush", "Khayyam", "Devil's Revenge" "Atilla", "Koroglu" scenario, unfinished "Azer" poem and other works are considered as pearls of our literature.
Hussein Javid, who created great works on historical issues, looked at the deepest layers of the ages from the point of view of his work, so powerful that he was able to overcome all literary wars. Therefore, in his works, the problems and issues, which are not only about Azerbaijan, but also all humanity, were shining. The fact that Javid was looking for had a meaning: the nation was free, happy and seeing together! We read in one of his letters to his friends in his youth: "... The real purpose is to serve the motherland and to serve worthily."
Another idea, unforgettable by Heydar Aliyev, who is always attentive and sensitive to Javid's creativity, also explains his genius as a personality: "Hussein Javid always lived up to his will, committed to his will and nation, loved the nation and the people truly." The great master once said: "If there is anything I am prisoner, he is truth and again the truth!" He took on a difficult path to find this truth that he had faced with difficulties, conflicts, oppressions, cliffs and, finally, repressions, his life was cut off. The horrible thing is that Javid, as an ardent desire, citizenship, national dignity, tormented poet, is the worst result of exile.
What was love, love and affection,
Whatever matter, what is Haly, what a longing.
What a problem, what medication, what happened,
what mourning,
What kind of aunt, no matter what ...
There is a strange desire within this apparent denial. What would happen? What did Javid wish? What did he want? Just Justice! It was our Lord, the only Lord, when he wrote all his life! He wanted to bring the case to the minds of the people, to the national mentality:
Turana is stronger than the sword
Only culture, culture, culture! ..
The fierce sword of 1937, which deviated from the work of the Greater Jabid, denied the lives of many intellectuals of that era, put an end to their illusory desires, deported their wives, and drove their family away from hot springs. The sudden change of the world of his bullet-hit bullets, suddenly an accident, and the subsequent fears of the fearsome years. The heaviest blows of these unjust rulings, orders, rituals, and deceptions were inflicted on the nation. The troubles of the homeland, who were "underneath his feet," cried out in front of Javid's pen:
More destroyers than ever before,
Do not let our souls go to hell!
All our rights are degraded,
Someone who listens!
At that time, when the disgrace was over, despair and dissatisfaction reached its angry sentiments to the extent that every evening's ghost brought home a panic: "Who sees, who will be beaten this night?", "How will it be that night?". In one of those frightful nights, the black forces were just taking Javid Efendi. It is said that one of those days, when returning to nighty nights, the "Iblis" by the great playwright was shown in the theater. Abbas Mirza Sharifzadeh, who later came to anger in the 37th century, trampled Javid's rebellious voice, his cries and screams into a hall with his own tricks, bitter laughter,
Like a flower in the fountain golden blood,
The people are destroying, the houses are destroyed ...
The horrors of these terrible laughter were the echo of the era:
What is the Devil?
- Thoughts on Sentences ...
Or what is a traitor to everyone? - Devil!
This aspect of humanity wanted to drown the voices of the beaten voices of the Cavid, Abbas Mirza Sharifzadeh, Mushfig, Ahmed Jawadz, who had been challenging the horrors of horror, endless hatred towards the end, the curse extending to the curse. Although conspiracies of conspiracy persisted in their work, it was not possible to kill those souls. Because of the beauty and love of the Javids, they returned to their eternal journey to the darkness of the road.
... It was born in autumn, a great and unforgettable master. They are usually called the "Month of Cavid" in October. Interestingly, all members of the family were born this month. October 2 is the birthday of the poet's daughter Turan khanum, 22 of her sons are Ertogrul and 24 are Javid Efendi's birthdays.
Hussein Javid bought his first lesson from his father as well as his well-known intelligentsia, his eldest brother Mohammad Rasizade. He was first educated in a mullah, and then in Mahammad Tagi Sidqi's school. Later, he graduated from Darülfünun's Literature Department in Istanbul. Prior to his arrest in 1937, Hussein Javid, who lived in Baku, first taught literature at secondary school, then in the theater technical school and in Darulmud education.
This great thinker who loved his nation and his people was exposed to the 1937 furious seal - "homeland traitor". Cavid, who always calls himself the "poet of Husn-Khuda", who wings into the imaginary sky, said in his poem "My God"
Each rose has a shelter in the jockey,
Every tribe has a qibla.
Everyone has a love, a God,
My God is beauty, love!
Hussein Javid's health, after his death and acquittal, has been written many articles and articles. It is terrible that the angry dictators of the time sometimes forced Javid's contemporaries into laughs and writings. When you read the "Literature Newspaper" of those years, when you read poems cited by Javid, you do not have to believe that such a mighty dramatist could say, "You have licked the shadow of the shahs," and "Your writings died before it." Well, the changing time of the world has come. Well, Javid's love has been expressed in silent hearts. The relationship between these two things is more sincere, more effective, and true. The live portrait of the master is in sight when he read the memory of the great poet's life-long friend Mishkinaz Khanum's "Remembering Javid". After this article, there is no need to read another article, memoirs. As Javid is mentioned in the memoirs of Mishkinaz Khanum, up to her attire, her passion, her passion, her writing, her friend-friend. National leader Heydar Aliyev takes an important place in Cavid's life, creativity, or rather, in his return, promotion and promotion. As a result of care and attention of this great man, Hüseyin Javid's 100th jubilee was celebrated in Azerbaijan. Thanks to Heydar Aliyev's great efforts and courage Huseyn Javid's funeral was buried in Azerbaijan in 1982 and was buried in Nakhchivan where he was born. Under Heydar Aliyev's personal initiative and in 1996, Huseyn Javid's mausoleum was erected and Huseyn Javid's house-museum was opened in Baku. The solemn celebration of the 120th anniversary was also the third great joy that was tied to Hussein Javid's name, which came after our state independence.
Her daughter, Turan Javid, has come to the perimeter of her father's memories, writings, and manuscripts throughout her life. Sometimes he suffered a great deal of torment from the fires that he had suffered, burned, and flushed, but he gave his elegant shoulders under such a burden, that he was not a righteous child. His heart was beaten by his mother, his father, and his brother. His mission to gather scattered pearls was his fate. Going through the door, door, door, doorway, he searched, collected and printed his father's works. Sometimes he was able to spend the last moments at the moments he faced. He received his father's manuscripts from various cities, from various people with his halal money. A lifetime of blood flowing from the blood came true in the presence of Turan Khanum. Only Hussein Javid's heritage interests her collection and re-diameter. One of the dreams that worried Turan's lady, who was constantly worried about her, was heralded in the original version of Hussein Javid's works. True, our great playwriever was justified when he was acquitted. Unfortunately, due to the demand of the times, being subject to the dictatorship of the structure ... It was for the sake of Turan's loyalty that Huseyn Javid's works were written to his admirers.
Hussein Javid was a prisoner of truth that he challenged the palace, the stone dungeons, the wild pawns, the barbed wire, and the iron cage. Javid was a lover of truth, the ghost of the ghost, the lovable hearts, the splendid love, the smiling sun, the wings of the white sails. Today is the birthday of our lord of promise, our mighty poet, our great playwright! Today is the day when the truth of Javid is roses! See how Javid liked the taste of the fight for freedom:
If there is no evil,
The devil, the foggy one night, the sun.
Hürriyet is a disgusting affliction that is unique vuqar,
He is a laughing man who does not bleed.
An author of an unforgettable folk poet, Rasul Rza Javid, said: "His romantic wing poetry was a great example of craftsmanship, and today he has not lost his influence, and the complexity of Javid's language and the sometimes difficult interpretation of our language can only be partially accepted. those who follow the path of development know that, in the years of Jabid's writing and creation, the words and phrases that were alien to the Azerbaijani language were well-worked in both our literary language and the press. " Our goal in reminiscent of this idea is that, as Javid himself, his writings and works have never dictated the dictation of the time. These attributes are one of the key factors that make it unique and original. Unfortunately, those who write the words "baby" and "daughter" from Javid today can not come close to the lakes of the magnificent mountain named Javid, who throughout their lifetime have written "balam" and "daughter". Javid is such a wealth that touching him is a sin. You just have to read, love, and protect his works as it is.
In Nakhchivan, the gateway to the east, there is a grave as it is a white light today - the Javids mausoleum! The inhabitants of this holy land and the guests who come there are always morally obliged to visit the three addresses: Ashabi-Kahf, the Tomb of Mumunakhat and the Mausoleum of Javids! The Javids, who had been overwhelmed by the hardships of the writer and who had suffered many pains during the Soviet-era repressions, were comforting themselves in this mausoleum.
"I want the truth, only truth," said Hussein Javid's writings from the writer, who had been fighting for a lifetime, so strongly that he is still actual and meaningful today. Happy birthday, great master! It is up to you to come to the future with a splendid ride, so what can you do, and what a word it is! It is strange that it is in the hearts of all who love you! Greatness, greatness, eternity!
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