Wealth and Property

They raised the Armenian in a cross for their wealth and property, the same, what was done with Jesus Christ, and they made a wager.
Zile city of childhood, the city of the happiness, an incredible miracle in nature, the city painted with Armenian blood, with children’s grievous tears, with suffer… The city of yearning.
There were 4000 households there. One of these houses was Nikoghos’s house. That was Nikoghos and Anna’s happy couples family, they were happy with their work and with their children: Hakobjan, Manuel, Exsan, and Arshaluys…
It was a brilliant morning when the bad news came, all the mature man would be taking to the war:
What was the war? Why and where were her father and older brother Hakobjan, didn’t understand 6 years old Exsan.
It was incomprehensible for her, and why one day they all were gathered together at St Hakob church, why they separated them from their mother and where they took her, why her mother was hiding her sister in the bed all the time…
She understood it only years later and every time she was telling her grandchildren about her past with tears and suffer in her eyes, maybe they couldn’t fully understand their grandma’s pain but they couldn’t ever forget her story.
This story went from generation and reached to me.
And so the Exsan was my mom’s grandmother, whom while remembering everyone was keeping to say that “she was a saint woman, her kindness was ” She was one of the Armenians who escaped from genocide.
…When they were separating Anna and her children, 6 years old Exsan and 10 years old Manuel were given a Turkish family for serving.
6 years old child was made to care for a newborn baby in that family and to swing him and Manuel was made to bring water and to do many other works.
Days and weeks were passing and the miss was drowning the Manuel and one day he ordered her sister to stay and to do his”responsibilities” either and he will go with his friend Asatur, to search their mothers and after that, they will return and will leave the bloody city.
Exsan agreed and she waited with hope and miss in her hurt, but there wasn’t any news from her brother.
Then an Armenian orphanage opened, and Exsan was taken to an orphanage. From here Armenian rich families were adopting Armenian orphans.
..Luck smiles to Exsan too.
She was adopted by Vram a Sirarpie’s married couple.
Anyway, Exsan was waiting with hope her brother and mother.
Exsan was renamed Exisabeth and after 10 years Vram and Sirarpi decided to marry her with their beautiful young cousin Aharon Muradyan, with a good young man.
The newlyweds were settled in Greece.
But the miss of motherland in 1924 made them return and live there and after long struggles, they settled in Yerevan, even after years the children’s memories the hope and the miss didn’t leave Exisabeth.
She was searching for her brother and mother, was waiting for them. gave many many announcements in “Hayreniq” news sheet about her family but no one replied.
Life was going on
The kerosene stove was broken, it needed to be repaired. Not far from there was a studio. Exisabeth went to the studio, gave the stove to the young man and she thought that his face was so familiar and she remembered the city Zile.
“I looked at him, he looked at me and our sights hugged each other”
The confused young man said with tears in his eyes “Exsan is it you? The Manuel’s sister” and snuggled Exsan.
Manuel…maybe she will find her brother…

Turned out that the young man was Asatur Manuel’s friend, who refused to participate in Manuel’s crazy actions, to find their mothers at those days, for what he got replied:: “you are a bad son, you don’t love your mother but I’ll go and I’ll find her.”
After that, no one saw the Manuel and no one had new from him.
Asatur became for Exisabeth her lost a brother, who she was missing and waiting for such a long time.
My grandma was always remembering her childhood with sadness, her friends in Zile and an orphanage.
…One day when she went to buy a bread, the last person in the queue was Parinaz her best friend from orphanage: Escaped from genocide two orphans hugged each other and tears of happiness rolled down from their wistful eyes…
You can say that those were coincidences but no those were little gifts to an Armenian orphan whose soul was full of hop and miss, whom life gave many struggles.
She died at 85 having hope and endless miss in her heart for finding her mother and brother:
Today many countries don’t admit the Armenian genocide as well as Turkey, it’s their problem.