Winter 2003 (11.4)
Home to the World of Spontaneity
by Ismayil Safaraliyev
and Naila Karimova
After studying abroad,
it's one thing to return to your home country as an individual,
quite another to re-enter as a married couple. Two years ago,
Ismayil Safaraliyev and Naila Karimova married in Baku and left
for the United States a few days later so that Ismayil could
enroll in graduate studies. This summer they returned to Baku.
With memories fresh from America, they describe what it's been
like to come back home and re-immerse themselves in Azerbaijani
home was, indeed, so sweet. As a young married Azerbaijani couple
that had never lived together in Azerbaijan, we were full of
expectations. What lay ahead? How would we find good old Baku?
Would our old friends seek us out, and who would our new friends
We had spent two years in the quiet, peaceful little town of
Durham, North Carolina, home to the famous ivy-league Duke University,
Durham Bulls, and America's acclaimed first tobacco capital.
Ismayil had been a graduate student there, and Naila had worked
as a Program Assistant for one of the university programs. We
had never actually lived together as a couple in Azerbaijan as
we had married a few days before leaving for the States.
We had met on a warm sunny day on a beach outside Baku. Although
we did not have any immediate plans to become a family, the scholarship
that Ismayil was awarded forced us to make a choice - to stay
together or to break up. Well, I'm not too sure it really forced
us. We didn't really have to think twice about it. We simply
got married in August 2001, surrounded by family members and
close friends, and a few days later, we left for the United States.
To tell you the truth, it took us a while to settle in to the
everyday realities of a small, cozy little American town. Durham
was our first home as a married couple and our first mutual friends
turned out to be Germans, Brazilians, Japanese, Russians and
Bosnians. Two years flew by and soon Ismayil had his Master's
degree in International Development from Duke's Public Policy
school, which meant it was time to return home. By June this
year, we were back in Baku.
Left: Ismayil Safaraliyev and Naila Karimova
share their impressions here of re-entering Azerbaijani society
after living abroad.
One of the challenges in coming home was to restore family ties,
merge our family circles. This entailed properly introducing
each other to our curious parents, cousins, grandparents and
neighbors. Actually, it is quite an involved and time-consuming
process because there are so many people directly involved in
your personal life in Azerbaijan. The subject itself is so complex
that it would require a separate research paper.
In contrast, most American couples that we knew lived quite some
distance from their parents - sometimes thousands of miles away.
We discovered that many Americans saw their parents only once
a year around Thanksgiving or Christmas. And that was about all.
It seemed this was quite normal.
But it's quite different here in Baku. Everyday, we stop in to
have lunch or dinner with our parents - sometimes Naila's, other
times, Ismayil's. It has become routine for us (and, by the way,
it has saved us so much money on grocery bills, not to mention
the time it takes to shop).
In Azerbaijan, there are frequent family get-togethers. Sometimes
cousins from both sides come - 25-30 of them, not to mention
the aunts, uncles, brothers, sisters and parents. Imagine the
lengthy process to kiss and hug each of them upon arrival and
then, again, when they leave. These parties are usually a lot
of fun with delicious homemade Azerbaijani food, and lots of
music and dancing.
These gatherings reminded us of the last family dinner we had
in North Carolina. Ismayil's American program coordinator had
invited us to her home for her birthday. Her boyfriend was there
along with her two cats, which figured quite prominently in the
evening. So, all in all, four human beings and two animals. What
a contrast to the typical gathering of relatives or friends in
But, invariably, at these parties in Azerbaijan, despite the
din and chaos, we found ourselves face-to-face with some nosy,
nosy aunt-in-law, who was prodding us about our plans to "make
babies", offering unsolicited advice about how important
it was to create a family. She kept telling us: "A family
without babies is not a family at all!" In Azerbaijan, married
couples traditionally produce their first child that first year.
Upon returning to Baku, we had scraped together enough money
to buy a dilapidated little old car. One evening the police pulled
us over to the side of the road. We couldn't figure out why because
Naila had been driving so carefully. Maybe that was the problem!
Perhaps, she stood out so distinctly from the other drivers.
It's true that women drivers are a relatively new phenomenon
here in Baku but we couldn't figure out what was going on. We
waited anxiously as the policeman approached our car. He kept
walking around it, as if he were inspecting it. But then he surprised
us by approaching Ismayil, who was sitting in the passenger seat,
and asked for his documents.
But why should he approach the passenger when the driver was
sitting right there? Our friends later explained that there was
a new trend among cops in Baku. If they discover a woman driving
late at night with a man as a passenger, they assume that he's
drunk and she must be taking him home. And, in such cases, they
know whom they should talk to about money! Although the situation
with bribes on the roads has improved dramatically over the past
few years, there still are some opportunistic road police that
care more about their pockets than their duties. This time we
didn't have to pay since our papers were all in order.
At Duke University, hardly a day passed without getting together
with new people we had met from classes, soccer games, or the
library. Actually, the people who became our best friends were
ones that we had met at a Halloween party, where few of the guests
had known each other before the event. In Azerbaijan, it's different.
You're rarely invited to parties unless you know at least half
the crowd. People here in Baku were quite surprised to learn
that we had often invited total strangers to our apartment for
drinks or to play cards, Monopoly or Scrabble.
In Azerbaijan, you need to know people on a deeper level before
inviting them into your home. And when we did invite a couple
of new friends to our home in Baku, they arrived an hour late.
We were furious! But then, looking back, we realized that we
had been the couple who was negligent in the States, habitually
arriving hours after parties had started. Only the Brazilians
were worse than us; they used to forget even which day the parties
Life among Americans has definitely made us more disciplined.
Time has become more important for us. The traditional Azerbaijani
approach of not being on time irritated us at first, but then
we realized that people, in turn, were so much more relaxed and
tolerant about others when they arrived late.
Dropping in on Friends
Rediscovering old friends wasn't easy, either. Though we missed
their visits and phone calls while living in the States, it came
as quite a shock when, on our second night back in Baku after
settling into our tiny one-bedroom apartment, 10 guys and girls
suddenly knocked on the door with the obvious intention of being
our guests. The evening evolved into a night of movies that eventually
became a party with toasts and wine.
At about 4 A.M., some of our guests decided that they might as
well spend the rest of the night with us. One couple had already
made themselves comfortable on our sofa in the living room, not
really caring that others, sitting nearby, were still playing
cards. Ismayil's brother claimed the other couch and covered
himself with a warm jacket. Naila's friend found Naila's pajamas
and promptly curled up and fell asleep right on our bed. Others
made themselves comfortable, stretching out on the carpet. Dear
old Azerbaijan! Guess what we did the following week when we
went to visit some of them? You're right! Exactly the same thing.
Baku has changed dramatically since we left. In the past, it
seems the ex-patriot community used to stay more to themselves
- isolated in a different world - separated from Azerbaijanis.
Today, when we go to bars and restaurants in the middle of town,
like Chaplin's, Fisherman's Wharf, or Finnegan's, we see people
from so many different nationalities. Azerbaijani music nights
at the ISR Plaza are frequented by the British, French and Americans.
Azerbaijanis frequent the same place but seem to prefer Latin
Jazz on Saturday nights.
Look Who Speaks
Our German friend who speaks fluent Azeri invited us to the famous
traditional Azerbaijani garden restaurant called Shusha. Surprisingly,
she ordered for us in Azeri. Can you imagine?! A German ordering
food in the local language at a local restaurant for her local
friends! I'm sure the waiter is still talking about it with his
friends! Baku has become larger, more international, more cosmopolitan,
and much more populated. Yet people that live here - the locals,
ex-pats and tourists - all seem to relish and delight in the
spirit of the city.
Not so long ago, Naila had a dentist appointment and found herself
stuck in traffic, which made her late - it wasn't the first time!
But the dentist didn't seem to mind. Perhaps, he had even forgotten
about the appointment. There he was, wearing relaxed jeans and
T-shirt under his white medical smock, sitting in front of the
TV, drinking tea, smoking and watching the latest news about
the neighboring Republic of Georgia [where demonstrators were
pushing for President Shevardnaze's resignation].
After the dental treatment which, to tell you the truth was not
worse, and decidedly cheaeper, than what you would have received
at Duke Hospital (which is considered one of the best clinics
in the world), the dentist told Naila that there was going to
be an Azerbaijani Jazz Night at the Jazz Club on the following
Sunday. It seems he had been thinking about this concert throughout
the whole time when he was treating her. Like us, he loved jazz.
He also told us that now there was more than one place in Baku
where you could listen to it, as a new Jazz Center, the first
of its kind, had recently opened in Baku. We've since been there
and found it to be fantastic with brilliant musicians.
It was there at that crowded Sunday jazz session in a basement
room on Aziz Aliyev Street that we suddenly felt at home. Sitting
there at a table with a huge portrait of the famous jazz pianist
Vagif Mustafazade staring down at us, we drank "Yeddi Gozal"
(Seven Beauties), excellent Azeri semi-dry wine and listened
to "Dushunja" (Thoughts) played by the young and talented
Azeri pianist Shahin Novrasli.
Despite all the hardships and troubles that our country is going
through and the problems that people have to deal with on a day-to-day
basis, we've discovered that there is such a thing as the Azerbaijani
spirit of love and joy. And it never dies. This is the same spirit
that accompanied on our long journey in the U.S. And it's this
same vibrant spirit that has welcomed and embraced us back home.
and Naila Karimova currently reside in Baku surrounded by dozens
of cousins and friends. Ismayil has a Master's degree in International
Development from Duke University where he was a recipient of
the Edmund S. Muskie Scholarship from the U.S. government. Contact
Ismayil and Naila at: firstname.lastname@example.org.
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