Everyone has a mother. Armenians are not an exception. That day they had shot a woman, an old woman… Then one after another they tortured the wounded woman. Armenians pulled her eyes out, cut her chest, then killed her. Besides her they pulled Igbal’s eyes, cut out his segment and burnt him… He was one of the bravest sons of Khojaly.
Sanubar Alekperova, the resident of Khojaly
… Hasanabad, Mehdikend, Boz-dagy — these are the places they were shooting from. The land shuddered at the sound of armored infantry vehicles smashing into Khojaly. At first women and children were told to hide in the basements.
Then Elman Mamedov, head of the executive power came and said that we had to escape, otherwise we would be exterminated. Alif Hadjiyev, director of the airport organized a breakthrough through Armenian lines to lead the civilians to Agdam. We were trapped in an ambush near the village of Nakhichevanik. I will never forget what I saw here: there were -mountainsides filled with corpses. My mother was shot dead. My daughters Hidjran and Sevindj were injured. At the same moment the bullet lodged on me. Young women and children perished from the wounds on the snow.
Khanlar – a pilot of the helicopter.
It was very difficult to gather all the corpses, wounded men from the woods and mountains. Because the helicopter might touch the electric lines. Besides we had been shooting from the cannons and machine-guns. So we couldn’t take all the wounded and dead bodies. We couldn’t bury all the bodies. May be their spirits are flying on those woods and mountains. It was very hard to carry dead bodies that were wounded from their heads eyes, hearts, feet. When we were carrying the babies I thought, I imagined for a moment how these babies were crying for help and called these Armenian fascists. “Uncle, help me! Don’t kill me!”
Khagani Khalilov – a militiaman.
On that day I was returning home from the position. It was about 6 o’clock in the morning. I reached our street. Armenians were strolling about the street. Two of them entered our yard. Suddenly I heard a scream. It was Zuleykha’s cry. She had been paralyzed from her birth. When I reached her she was already killed by them. I killed them…
On February 29, we went to bring corpses. I found my aunt’s dead body. She was shot on head, one of her legs was cut off.We found there about 80 corpses. The bodies had been mutilated, heads were cut. One of the men was shot on his back-part. His eyes were pulled out and killed.
Ghulu – a Meskhetian Turk refugee.
At first I lived in Uzbekistan, in Fargana. The Uzbeks ravaged my home. Our houses were burnt, babies were thrown into the fire. Girls and brides were insulted… at that time I came to Azerbaijan, to Khojaly. I couldn’t imagine that we would live the second tragedy here. We were attacked by the 366th motor-rifle regiment and my house was burnt. We were shot, young brides and girls were taken prisoners, babies were put on bayonets. The reason was simple: we were Turks. As I mentioned I am a Mehseti Turk. But it doesn’t matter for Armenians if I was Mehseti, Anatolian or Azeri Turk. They consider them all their enemies. And Russian Empire always used them for their purposes. And nowadays they always use them for their purposes. Nowadays Russia enlarges its war bases in Armenia. Russia gives them fighter (bombing) planes “MIG-29″, “EF-300″ rockets.
On February 29, we found corpses. But Armenians didn’t give a chance to take them. Some women had been killed with their babies on the arms. Some babies chests had been cut and their hearts were divided into pieces. In whole, many of dead bodies had been cut into pieces.
Muzaffar Mammadov (a driver).
On February 27, we heard a report of gun in the wood. A boy was crying for help. When we reached him, we saw that he was a Mehseti-Turk by nationality. He was wounded and frozen. We brought him home. When he got better he said that he had hidden 11 men among the rocks. Among them were 5 babies. One of the babies was only 2 months, the other only 5 days old…
Khatira Telman Orujova, 8 Years Old
We were asleep. Suddenly we heard a strange boom… In that moment, we observed neighbouring houses torched… We ran down to tunnels. Then, a man named Shaig came up and said that other side of neighbourhood in fire, get away to forest and we ran into there. My little sister named Khayala was in ma’s hands and other sister was carrying by my pa.
The night has fallen in forest. Dad said put your watch on six. We were stopped in Nakhichevanik. Guides has gone ahead to ask a route, but they did not get an answer. We remained in deep forest. When sun was rising, they shoot my mother. Then, the bullets reached my aunt. She was seventeen years old. When Armenians shoot me, my mother was close to me. Her wound did not let us to run away. I was lying next to my mother. We lost our dad in forest. Then, suddenly I felt carried by a militiaman to Agdam.
Sariya Talybova, the resident of Khojaly.
…They brought us to the Armenian cemetery. It is hard for me to describe what happened here. Four young Turks-meskhets were shot dead on the grave of an Armenian armed man to sacrifice for him. Then they cut off the dead men’s heads. Later the soldiers and Armenian bandits started killing and torturing the children in front of their parents. Then the truck arrived and it threw the corpses into the ravine. However, they did not satisfy their appetites yet; these predators with human appearance brought two Azerbaijanis wearing national army uniform and pierced their eyes with screwdrivers…
Mushfig Alimamedov, the resident of Khojaly. Escaping from the town, he was injured and had been left to lie on the snow for 2 days:
…. We had guns: machine-guns, rifles, shotguns. We did not have any ammunition or food. We were exhausted by a long-term blockade. On February 25, Armenians started shooting at midnight, armed forces and vehicles launched the attack. First, they captured the airport and burnt it down. They did not spare anyone, either old-age people and women or children. Many people were burned alive in their homes, especially near the airport. An awful smell of burned meet haunts me even now… Most of town-defenders were killed in action. The survivors were trying to escape in the woods on the way to the village of Shelli to break through to Agdam. They were ambushed near the Armenian village of Nakhichevanik on the way to Agdam. Many people were killed in the ambush near the village. The director of the airport Alif Hadjiyev was killed here. He was there to rescue women. He was the one to have organized the efficient work of the airport. Armenians had already promised the award for his – life before.
Minesh Aliyeva, 50, the resident of Khojaly, with a bullet wound in the arm.
…We wandered along the woods falling through the deep snow. When we were crossing the road, a bullet lodged in my arm. I fell down and could not get up. A very intensive shooting started from the wood and shelters. Alif grabbed me and started pulling to
the rear of the road. Then he rushed towards the bushes to hide and started retaliating shooting at Armenian armed men. Shooting from the woods ceased for some time. Alif started shouting at the women lying on the other side of the road and ordered them to cross the road them to cross the road as soon as possible. He used to shoot sporadically and every time he did, the Armenians stopped shooting. About 20 women managed to run across the road. When Alif started to change the cartridge drum Armenians shot in
retaliation. At this moment, he was shot through the forehead. It was an awful sight…
Elman Mammadov, head of the executive power:
…The storming of the town started with artillery shelling that had been going on for 2 hours. Armenian armed men fired from tanks, armed personnel carriers, using shells of Alazan type. We were blocked from three sides. The only break out line was Askeran gap. When Armenian infantry soldiers launched the attack, everything in Khojaly had been destroyed. Most of its residents had been shot dead. We defended the town down in trenches until 2 a.m. We failed to resist any more, the defenders and civilians started retreating. Having crossed the ice-cold river we were moving towards Keteen Mountain. Many people died on the way in the woods where they were frozen to death. We were walking until 7 a.m. when we came out of the woods near Armenian village of Nakhichevanik. We were trapped in a gorge, where Armenians armed with machine-guns and submachine guns were waiting for us in armed personnel
carriers. That is when the real slaughter began. Armenians just shot and shot innocent defenseless people. Many children and women were shot dead here. Some people were fleeing towards the village of Gulably where about 200 people were taken hostage. We helped the survivors and some of the residents of the town managed to get to Agdam. Seven of my friends with me failed to get out of the ambush, it was too late, but we got lucky; we found the cover from fire. We were hiding there from 9 a.m. until 8 p.m. Only in the evening when -it started snowing we managed to get out of it and reach Agdam early in the morning of February 27.
Djamil Mammadov, the resident of Khojaly.
Tanks and armed personnel carriers destroyed the houses, smashed f down the people. Armenian bandits followed Russian soldiers. I took my 5-year-old grandson and 14.000 roubles and ran towards the woods. I took off my clothes and wrapped the child up in them so that he would not die of cold. However, it would not help. We had to hide inside the snow with the child. In the morning, I realized that the child would not stand the cold any more and I started walking towards the nearest Armenian village of Nakhichevanik where Armenian armed men trapped us. I begged them to take my money for the sake of the child and let us pass to Agdam. They cursed and beat me in response and brought me to their commander. He ordered to keep us locked up in the cattle-shed. There had already
been Azerbaijani women and children. They kept us in the cattle-shed for 4 days without any food or water. However, for one kind family that used to stealthily bring us some bread and water at night we could have died, we would not have been able to stand all these tortures. However, there is no limit to anger. When four days later I was brought to Askeran with my grandson the events I saw lure were so awful that cattle-shed in Nakhichevanik seemed paradise to me.
Foreign mercenaries (I know Armenian and I can tell local Armenian people from foreign ones) pulled out my toenails. Negroes who were among Armenians were jumping high kicking me into the face. After these tortures, I was exchanged for some Armenian. However, they took away my grandson. I know nothing about the fate of my wife and my daughter.
Haydarov Shahin Zulfugar oglu
saw about 80 corpses near the Nakhchivanik village. The corpses were mutilated and the heads were cut off. Among them were Major Alif Hajiyev and his relatives Salimov Faxraddin, Salimov Mikayil.
Humbatov Jalil Humbatali oglu
Armenians shot his wife Furuza, his son Mugan, his daughter Simuzer and his daughter-in-law Sudaba in his evidence.
Pashayeva Kubra Adil gizi
was surrounded by the Armenians in the forest of Katik. Over the bush she hid, she saw shooting down of her husband Pashayev Shura Tapdig oglu his son Pashayev Elshad Shura oglu.
Amirova Khazangul Tevekkul gizi
Armenian armed men took all her family as hostage. Armenians shot her mother Raya, 7-year-old sister Yegana and aunt Goyja burnt her father Amirov Tevekkul by flowing fuel on him.
Aliyeva Zoya Ali gizi
remained 3 days in the forest together with 150 people. Ahmadova Dunya and her sister Gulkhar froze in the forest.
Mustafayeva Kubra Alish gizi
As soon as Armenians took us hostages they shot down 6 men near me”.
Kerimova Saida Gurban gizi
“We were among 12 hostages. Armenians murdered with torture my daughter Nazaket, Tapdig, Saadet, Irada “.
Najafov Ali Agami oglu
“Armenians surrounded running people and shot 30-40 of them down.”