When I first moved to Armenia—nearly ten years ago—I knew...

05:23:00 24.02.2026

When I first moved to Armenia—nearly ten years ago—I knew quite a few so-called “patriots,” both in the Diaspora and in Armenia, who were highly active online. Almost all of them knew me, and almost all supported my ideas; some I even considered friends. But after our humiliating defeat in the war—and especially after the 2023 ethnic cleansing of Artsakh—instead of becoming more engaged, nearly all of them disappeared without a trace. Like cowards, they crawled under a rock and began living like ostriches with their heads buried in the sand. After the complete loss of Artsakh, those who once waved flags and spoke in grand tones quietly returned to their ordinary routines, as if nothing had changed and everything were perfectly normal.

For me, it was the exact opposite. After the war, I felt compelled to enter politics actively rather than continue living in illusion. The conspiracy against Artsakh remains vivid in my mind; in such matters, I have the memory of an elephant. Instead of fading, the anger that has built up within me intensifies each year when I see that the same betrayal continues to this day. I cannot indulge in self-deception when I see the same anti-Armenian forces in the political arena driving the entire country toward destruction, just as they did with Artsakh. My anger and hatred grow stronger by the day, yet I channel that accumulating energy constructively—using it as fuel for my political work.

One year after returning from the war, when I founded “Hosank” alone, from nothing and without any assistance, I made a vow to myself that I would renounce marriage and a regular career until the November criminals—those who stabbed our army and our state in the back—are punished, and until Armenia becomes victorious once again. Many may label such a mindset “extremist,” but in extreme circumstances, being "extreme" is entirely natural. In any case, I would rather be called “extreme” than become someone who makes concessions, reconciles himself to this wretched condition, accepts betrayal, lives in self-deception, and abandons the struggle.

I moved to Armenia in 2016—months after the April Four-Day War—because I had heard the call of the land. After everything that followed, I chose to stay and act, because a true patriot must take personal responsibility for the fate of his Fatherland. If one does not like what is happening, then one must take a step in the right direction—no matter how “hopeless” the situation may seem or how “unlikely” victory may appear. I have always dreamed of an independent, united, and powerful Armenia, and I will not cease my struggle until the first spark of that dream’s realization is ignited. And if we are not destined to see it in our lifetime, then we must do everything in our power to ensure that our future generations will—for it is our duty to our heroic ancestors and the sacred historical mission entrusted to us by the Creator.

One Nation, One State, One Will

Toward a Greater Armenia, toward a Glorious Future!