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How Armenian are you, really?

I am a third-generation Armenian. My great-grandparents fled the village of Ani, seeking refuge in Lyon, France, and Addis Ababa, Ethiopia. My father’s last name is Karibian; my mother’s is Minassian. I can sing the Armenian national anthem and a few hymns by heart. I can roll grape leaves into neat cylinders for dolma and recognize the distinct smell of manti roasting in the oven. By most accounts, I am considered Armenian.  That is—until people learn that my knowledge of the Armenian

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Zoe Karibian

Zoe Karibian is a high school junior living in London. She is the Arts & Entertainment Editor for her school newspaper, where she enjoys writing in-depth investigative pieces on stigmatized topics such as adoption and discriminatory language at school. As a French-Armenian member of the diaspora, Zoe is particularly passionate about covering stories that explore the Armenian community and broader ethnic conflicts. She was awarded 1st Place Freshman Journalist of the Year (2023, Quill & Scroll) and 2nd Place Multimedia Journalist of the Year (NSPA).

19 Comments

  1. I can relate. I am one-fourth Armenian (through my paternal grandfather, whom I never met). I don’t speak Armenian, since my father didn’t learn, either. I am also part English, French, and German. I have spent much of my life trying to learn about the history of each of the cultures of my heritage and take pride in all of them. If someone thinks I am any less of my heritage because I don’t speak the language or attend their church, that’s their problem, not mine.

  2. How Can You Define Yourself
    Being . . . Armenian?

    If your mother is Armenian
    You Are . . . Armenian

    If your father is Armenian
    You Are . . . Armenian

    If your tongue is Armenian
    You Are . . . Armenian.

    If your sense is Armenian
    You Are . . . Armenian

    If your Hart (Heart) is Armenian
    You Are . . . Armenian

    If you possess all above
    And don’t feel that you are Armenian
    You can’t be Armenian
    Even if your surname sounds Armenian
    And typically ends with ‘ian’ or ‘yan’

    Hence, if you are in doubt
    You want to prove that you are Armenian,

    Visit Armenia and gaze only once
    At your ancestries icon, Ararat
    In that strange moment
    If you feel holiness in you
    Then, you’re a real Armenian.

    Sylva Portoian, M.D
    September 26, 2014

    1. I love yor poem. You are absolutely right. it’s not the name the looks the language that makes one an Armenan,
      yes they all add up diand contribute. The most important is the fat that you consider yourself Armenian.
      Those who think that just because you lack this By or the other pieces are wrong. Just ignore them.
      Bedros Kojian
      By the way, I am also an MD too. Born and raised in Ethiopia, Graduate of Yerevan Medical school.
      You may or may not know, this year the Armenian Medical world Congress is in Madrie July 3-5, I a planing to go (then as usual to Armenia, I go for Medical Mission 2x a year.) If you are interested you can contact (AMIC) Armenian Medical International Comittee and get information.
      Hopefully I see you there. All the best
      Bedros

  3. You speak for me, each of my 3 brothers and my sister, dozens of cousins, and most 3rd gen Armenians I know. Likely, a million plus can say the same. So, thank you for making us feel as one.

  4. Zoe, what an impressive article you’ve written! You are a talented writer and a deep thinker. Your observations about what it means to be Armenian, particularly in the diaspora, are truly insightful. As your relative, I salute you and wish you continued success in your writing and journalistic career.

  5. URGENT+UEGENT=URGENT I forwarded a comment was removed Why…???
    If you don’t want any one to write comments remove your site
    And don’t waste our time please
    Iam 80 years old…

  6. Abris Zoe. This is a beautiful essay. You are an Armenian through and through. Learning Armenian for a smart young woman like yourself, won’t be difficult. I encourage you to build on your knowledge of Armenian. It will open up a whole new world of literature, music and history for you. And believe me, there are so many blue/green eyed Armenians in Armenia and Artsakh, with blondish hair and fair skin. Our people come in all human shades and colors.
    Thank you, again, for this beautiful essay.

  7. A beautiful and meaningful essay. Identity in the diaspora is a choice through an emotional connection to one or many aspects of our culture. It has nothing to do with skin tone , hair color or %. Your words are so important and relevant to most diaspora Armenians. Please continue to write.

  8. Just becuase somone doesn’t speak Armenian doesn’ meen that they Are not pure Armenian Their are many non-armenians in armenia who are genetically not Armenian yet they speak armenian and claim that armenians in america who are genetically pure armenians arn’t armenian. Thier are many armenians of diffrent races from other contents who are genetically not armenian at all.

  9. First off, I say if you feel Armenian down to your bones so to speak then you are one. Having said that, I can understand the lack of structured linguistic transmission, i.e. lack of Armenian schools or the Armenian language not spoken or practiced at home, and the dominance of the local language contributing to the erosion and even complete loss of fluency in one’s mother tongue, but I never understood how the pressures of assimilation could have such a major effect or be one of the main factors in not knowing or learning Armenian. For example, if for Armenians say in Syria, Lebanon, Egypt, Iran and many others places the pressure of assimilation not only has never been an issue to pass the Armenian language onto the new Armenian generations but that they have actively pursued and invested in it by building Armenian schools and teaching full Armenian curriculums and this in countries where the freedom of minorities, unlike in western countries, is limited or even restricted, then why is it that in western countries practically with unlimited freedom Armenians have felt so much pressure to assimilate that they have all but given up on the Armenian language altogether?

    I can’t say that one’s degree or level of Armenian-ness is measured by how fluent one is in the Armenian language but I think a common language plays a major role in uniformity and even acceptance amongst one’s peers. For example, I have noticed that in the United States if you speak English fluently despite the fact that you look very different from the mainstream Americans that difference is ignored and is a non-issue because there is that language connection. But in the same example if you also happen to speak with broken English then the focus is shifted and placed more on who you are and where you come from instead. So, I would say even though language fluency can not necessarily be used as a measure of “How Armenian you really are”, it is a major factor in how you are perceived by native speakers. Furthermore, given the fact that there are two to three times as many Armenians living outside of Armenia, as you mentioned, not knowing the language most likely prevents you from interacting and communicating with millions of fellow Armenians that could potentially be a critical learning experience. Language in many instances is not just a method of communication alone and it can also be a shield against assimilation.

  10. I am Armenian through my wife.

    :)

    Born English, married Armenian.

    I hope everyone agrees that Armenian women are the most beautiful in the World!

    :)

    When you marry into the Armenian world, you immerse yourself in the language, the culture, the history and the religion.

    And you become more nationalistic than the born Armenians!

    1. Thank you Robert Whig for your hearty words about Armenian girls…
      I am happy that you are happily married to an Armenian …
      My beloved husband says the same exactly like you…
      He married me in 17 days without delay… while our blind Armenian boys did not see me
      He made a very fast decision… he is a surgeon, and a cardiac surgeon loves to save lives…
      He loves Armenia… And we visited Armenia many times
      to inaugurate my poetry books in Komitas Museum…
      He wanted my sons to get married to Armenians as well…
      And his wishes came true…

      Healthy wishes to you and your beloved
      Have a happy healthy life together forever…

      Sylva~MD~Poet

      1. @ Dr. Sylva Portoian

        You are a very beautiful lady!

        Thank you for your kind words!

        Armenian women are the most beautiful in the World and also the most formidable.

        She made it clear that marrying her meant marrying into her family, culture, language, traditions, history and Church – and I am glad I did so!

    1. To Our great “Pesa” (in Armenian) Mr. Robert Wing and his Armenian wife…

      Armenian Girls:
      Beautiful, Kind, Clever, Elegant ~

      Armenian Girls: Kind, Elegant
      Hearts beat with truthfulness at every sound.
      Glances express real thoughtfulness.
      Glitter cheerfulness with sincerity delight.

      Armenian girls: hair drape, beauty reign.
      Move with the winds, whisper in ears.
      And say, “I love life, who deserves my love
      Able to keep in heart valves to dance and carve. ”

      Armenian girls: hands point…s…to blue skies.
      And are small and soft, able to do the hardest tasks.
      Can engrave, can knit, and maintain carts…
      When rain is soaking the pavement all around.

      Armenian femininity is designed to bow,
      Their knees bend and pray to endless gods,
      To keep their loved ones safe
      From merciless hands.

      Armenian girls’ voices convey serene sounds.
      Resonate in many languages, with a lilt no chant…
      They revitalize each day from dawn till dusk.
      Praying so that sun rays can shine on their sacred grounds.

      Armenian girls’ spirits possess holiness.
      Sparks from their hearts, spirits, and souls emit
      Eternal devotions no one can put into phrases
      Yield the ways for everyone, asking for human rights.

      Each honest lad loves them in a secret hide.
      Yet to approach seems uneasy to reach beloved’s heart.
      Yet dreams persist for a man, flying off Mount Ararat,
      Who fulfills family wishes with endless pride.

      Sylva Portoian, MD
      Paris, France
      August 22, 2006

  11. Please, this is a poem… not an article…

    Armenian Girls: Beautiful, Kind, Clever, Elegant ~

    Armenian Girls: Kind, Elegant
    Hearts beat with truthfulness at every sound.
    Glances express real thoughtfulness.
    Glitter cheerfulness with sincerity delight.

    Armenian girls: hair drape, beauty reign.
    Move with the winds, whisper in ears.
    And say, “I love life, who deserves my love
    Able to keep in heart valves to dance and carve. ”

    Armenian girls: hands point…s…to blue skies.
    And are small and soft, able to do the hardest tasks.
    Can engrave, can knit, and maintain carts…
    When rain is soaking the pavement all around.

    Armenian femininity is designed to bow,
    Their knees bend and pray to endless gods,
    To keep their loved ones safe
    From merciless hands.

    Armenian girls’ voices convey serene sounds.
    Resonate in many languages, with a lilt no chant…
    They revitalize each day from dawn till dusk.
    Praying so that sun rays can shine on their sacred grounds.

    Armenian girls’ spirits possess holiness.
    Sparks from their hearts, spirits, and souls emit
    Eternal devotions no one can put into phrases
    Yield the ways for everyone, asking for human rights.

    Each honest lad loves them in a secret hide.
    Yet to approach seems uneasy to reach beloved’s heart.
    Yet dreams persist for a man, flying off Mount Ararat,
    Who fulfills family wishes with endless pride.

    Sylva Portoian, MD, FRCP
    Paris, France
    August 22, 2006

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