Opinion
Mouradian: Scribbles in a Hand
"From the day we opened our eyes, a church stood here. They kept tearing down its walls and taking away the stones until almost nothing remained," an old woman tells me, as she walks past the ruins of the Armenian church in Keserig (Kesrik).
We are in historic Armenia visiting the ruins of churches and cultural monuments, and talking to the locals.
[caption id="attachment_19420" align="alignleft" width="216" caption="In Yegheki, a few miles from Keserig, we stand in front of headstones tos
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I was terribly tearful to read your description of shattered walls and stones.
When Yervant Odian was on his way to Der Zor, he met Armenian deportees
who asked him : ‘is there any hope of us returning to our homes ?’
Even if there was such a hope then, nowadays, 90 years later, your description
is so wretched that it would be too desperate to live with such desolate memories.
Louise,
This is a fight for survival in a forbidding environment. Much, much more has been destroyed, but still much can be saved. And you should save what you can which is yours. And, if ever, we can return to our homes there we will find a way to live with those desolate memories.
We all appreciate
What you are doing
It is a great job
Great dedication
Mouradian
Barsoumian
Aghjaian
Great job
Great dedication
Continue to do…
We feel…what you feel
How You are able to document
With your hands
With your tears
After viewing
The heart breaking ancient ruins…
That not even rascals can do…
What those scavengers can still do…!
This is in their genes
Their hands are born to destroy…
What the others for years with their artful hands did…!
Sylva-MD-Poetry
“I Am One of You”
That is a great word …
at least he could say without fear…
The saddle maker said…
“I am one of you”
Aroused from his tortured soul that phrase to say…
“I am one of you”
Every one should know that there are still two million Armenians
hidden turkified…
What you wrote is a prove…
Many can’t say …
“I am one of you”….
but they know they are…
One of Us and one of you…!
Sylva
So sad. But thank you for making this trip and sharing with those of us whose ancestors come from these places. I think what makes me most sad is the loss of such beauty in the culture, the fact that “humanity” can be so depraved as not to see it at all. At least it seems there are some of the new generations there who realize what has been lost to them as well. Thank you Khatchig et al
A masterpiece of brevity, very painful. The picture of the hacked pillar base speaks volumes and volumes.
Hello Mr. Mouradian
In 2009 a group of Armenians and their Turkish friends made an
“Armenian Reminiscences” oriented trip to Van, Mush and Harpout.
One of them, namely Mehmet Bildirici documented journey including
photos and put it on internet. I believe the document may be
significant for readers of armenianweekly.com I tried to send it to editor@armenianweekly.com but seems you are experiencing technical problems.
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