Asho-MagomadovaAsho Magomadova was born in 1938 and deported from the village of Kolkhadoy into the city of Kentau in Turkestan. She passed away on January 1, 2012.

Hard to think about this… I was a little girl, but, however, I clearly remember the day of deportation. We were herded into the courtyard of the village council. It was a terrible sight… My ears were ringing from the cries of women and children. I remember my father asked from a soldier to let him to go back home and take his rosary. He wasn’t allowed. Then my father sent me to home, saying that you are little girl no one would notice. I snuck into the house I didn’t know how hard but I found my father’s relic.

My father was a beekeper, due to winter, he was keeping them in their hives in the house. Soldiers opened them to feast on honey. Bees which my father carefully bred, laying dead everywhere, they had died from cold…

I almost don’t remember our time on the road. But I remember our arrivel to a warm Turkestan region. In summer, there was such intense heat that many deported Chechens began to die from the unusual climate. And the famine was unbearable…

I remember how my mother and I went to sell her only outlet dress. I still cannot forget it, it was velour and very green. My mum sold it with a big scarf. All the money that we earned 120 rubles. With this money, we were able to buy one one bread, but it was a loaf bread, then we went home happy. My mom shared bread equally between our family members, everyone not got a piece bigger than a matchbox.

After that we were transferred to Achisay where my father got a job in mine. Everyday, all the miners were give 400 grams of bread and a liter of milk for lunch time. And during the lunch break, he literally raced to home, leave it all to us and left to mine. Only thanks to him, we probably have returned to our homeland alive.