Khalisa suffered an even greater loss in the second war — her husband.
“Amil and I were very happy, but our happiness lasted only three months. On September 26 he left for the war. There was no news from him after October. Two months later we learned that he had died. His funeral took place on my birthday. We hadn’t had a child. All I have left of him are memories full of beauty and love.”
Khalisa says that her path with Amil crossed a long time ago, but she had to wait as long as eleven years.
“Although we were close, I never saw him. But he remembered me. In 2009, a close relative of ours came to ask after me for Amil. Without even thinking, without any reason, I refused. But apparently fate wanted it another way, and we met eleven years later, in 2020, when one day I was returning home from work.
To be honest, I don't remember that moment. But Amil said: “You didn’t even raise your head to look in my direction.” He said that at that moment he decided that I would become the love of his life. He said that he was afraid that I would not like it. “I thought that I was an ordinary soldier, and you are a girl with a higher education, a little smug, maybe you won’t even say hello to me,” Amil said.
He confessed to me, so I decided to give him a chance. He said: “When you said that you agreed to get to know me better, the whole world became mine. And when I see you next to me now, I can’t believe my eyes.”
“After we got married, we started buying new things for our house. Amil really liked the carpet for the living room. He said, let's put the table so that the light falls on the carpet and its color can be seen better. But in the end his body was wrapped, according to custom, in the same carpet. All the villagers, everyone who was at the funeral, saw the carpet that he loved so much.”