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Eric Nazarian
Eric Nazarian is a screenwriter, filmmaker and photojournalist. In 2007, Nazarian wrote and directed “The Blue Hour,” a first feature film that won six international awards. In 2008, Nazarian received the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences® (home of the Oscars) prestigious Nicholl Fellowship in Screenwriting for his original screenplay, “Giants.” In turn, Nazarian’s film “Bolis” was the recipient of the Best Short Film Award at the 14th Arpa International Film Festival in 2011.
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This human tragedy cannot get any deeper – at so many multiple levels.
TKU for sharing it with us
annie
The life continue with the beautiful memories…
My father who was born in Chungush and whose family was in the leather business came to the US to work, leaving his wife and young daughter expecting that in a short while they would join him here, only to learn that the whole community had been massacred, marched to their death and thrown into the deep pit (Dudan) just two hours walking distance from the village. Only those few who were absent survived; my father and one brother being the only ones from their large family. One cannot imagine what happened to his young wife and daughter who were among the victims.
In 2012 I was fortunate to visit my father’s birthplace. It was as incredibly beautiful as he had described. We saw the impressive church that had served the community. Saw the pit which held the remains of my ancestors., a heavily sobering experience knowing that my grandparents, uncles, aunts, cousins, et al now rested there. I remember as a child that my friends had grandparents but I did not, deeply sensing that something was missing in my life.
The village is now populated primarily by Kurds. Those we met greeted us kindly. They knew what had happened to the Armenians of Chungush. in whose homes many now reside. When I asked if anyone was aware of the area where the family’s leather business was located one hundred years ago, one said he had heard of such a business far down the hill from the restaurant where we had stopped for lunch.
The photo of Recai and Aysia is filled with a strength and beauty that grabs the heart. I imagined that perhaps my grandmother my have looked like Aysia had she survived the genocide. Cannot fathom how Aysia, carrying the memories of all those she had lost, tragically losing her son to one more injustice, truly a tragedy at multiple levels.
May the insane cruelty of that tragedy, beyond description, never be forgotten and may the government of Turkey for the benefit of its own citizens who are now awakening to the truth of what transpired, acknowledge the crimes of their government a century ago laying the matter to rest in order to find, by in a simple acknowledgement, peace and tranquillity in their own troubled country.
WOW!, you brought tears not only to my eyes, but also to my heart. Any one of the very few millions of Armenians that are left, will
“have to kneel and pray, where the salt of tears and the wet of sweat will smooth and worry the hardest stone.”
Great article. Let us all remember our past so that we can build a better future.
It is nice to hear that some of the Turks and Kurds were good to the Armenians.