Lost Heritage §

My grandmother was from Ҡерҡай. She was raised by her own grandmother, who lived past a hundred and whom the people of Ирчӏамул called "great mother". That's why she knew so much, my mother told me.

It has been 19 years since my grandmother died, may God forgive her sins. We preserved nothing of her: no stories, no proverbs, no songs. My people ate and drank, and lost it all.

Now the village is gone, and no one's left to ask — what did we call that plant?