Culture
Meneshian: Christmas Wish
The Armenian Weekly
January 2010 Magazine
“Where are you off to this morning, Vahram jan (dear)?” shouted Hambartsoom, his neighbor.
“I have mail from America, from my Narek!” Vahram exclaimed as he rushed down the road to the post office.
As Vahram trudged through the deep, powdery snow, so many thoughts whirled through his head, and he wondered, How is my boy? Fifteen years had passed since the death of his wife Aregnaz, and five years since his only child, Narek, had left fo




Dear Knarik, a nice story, typical ‘Hearty Armenian.’
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