I remember it was early April, 1915, when all the men in Kharpert went to work, but never returned. My father was among them and we heard he was taken to a jail in Mezre. My sister went to see him....
My father had an acquaintance by the name of Mahmed Effendi: a well-off Turk who owned a textile family and was rumored to have kept a 100 Armenian family under his protection during the Genocide, working in his factory....
I do not remember how many days our decimated caravan marched southward toward the Euphrates River. Day by day the male contingent of the caravan got smaller and smaller. ...
The crowds were huge in Meskeneh. We were in the middle of a vast sandy area and the Armenians there were from all over, not only from Marash. We had no water and the gendarmes would not give us any....