Of All People, I Survived


As I stand today at the age of 60 I tell my story of suffer and agony. Years when I lost my beloved ones, and from then on saw no light shine upon me or the following days that led to the future. Those days passed by like months and years: a vivid picture of hell. I am not ashamed to share my story for it is the truth that nobody was willing to hear, and those people were the ones who showed no sympathy towards us. They were the ones who hid the true story of the Armenians. I announce these words of languish to touch those hearts whom never knew the reality of how we, Armenians, suffered from the eviction from our homes.
My name is Kerop Bedoujklain. I was 11 years old when I lived ...

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with wood that’s nails that were hung lose but strong enough to hold on for another winter or so. The ceilings were cracked and wet from the rain during winter, which then leaked through into our house. My siblings and I shared a room together. Rebecca slept beside me, and Zareh slept on a separate bed. My parents slept on a king size bed, which they were thankful for. It provided them rest and relaxation after a long day of work. There was no water system, no sewers or electricity, no central heating or any of the comforts of technology which the Western world takes for granted.
Early every morning mother would wake up at sunrise, dress noiselessly, walk hastily to the stable at the other side of the garden, crossing the courtyard. She would reach for a bucket from the shed to milk the two cows that supplied my family of five. Other than the cows, there would be two lambs which would be raised and fattened for winter meat. The sun would come out by the time the milking ...

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and I will go and die on another, but we shall not deny our Christ,” he raised his voice. I remained silent.
Quickly he hugged mother and Zareh because time was running up. It was time for father to go catch the train to Iran to trade silk and crafts. We all waved him good-bye on our doorstep while he was running towards the right turn of the road. Everyone was back to what they were supposed to do, and I went to feed the animals like my father told me to do.
A few days passed by and we all sat around the dinner table and prayed to God to bring father back safely with money to live and provide us food. Suddenly there was a blaring sound that struck the front door. We all ...

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Added: 9/23/2004 10:01:50 AM
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