Armenian Genocide
Armenian Genocide
1915
2023
The Armenian Genocide: A Genocide which must never be forgotten
Dear Readers,
You are about to enter the world of the great granddaughter of Armenian Genocide survivors.
These memoirs are short yet powerful. They represent lifelong thought and reflection in an attempt to express and decipher the inexplicable: Genocide and Denial, over a century on.
Hopefully, by the end of this short piece, you will better grasp the complexity of identity and this may lead you to questions. Or it may simply inform you of atrocities that must be exposed and shared, from one individual to another, from one generation to another.
I will fight until the very day the Armenian Genocide is recognised. I will remember and I will demand.
I may not live to see recognition. Yet I will remain hopeful.
Please inhale each word and exhale the silence which must be broken as you enter the world of an Armenian.
Welcome!
Written by Lucineh
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Silence: The Power Of Words
Silence. A word often used to describe a generation of silent Armenian angels forced to cross the desert in 1915, some beaten to death, others awaiting their tragic fate.
Cross the desert, they screamed. So the angels obeyed.
Leave your homes at once. And so the angels did, knowing they would never again see their loved ones, knowing they would never again share a touch, a gaze, a breath. No words were needed. Silence.
Silence as the angels dragged themselves on, hearing the cries of other angels, as they drew their last breath.
Faster, they screamed. And so the angels struggled, knowing what this meant. Gunshots were heard. Women were raped. Unborn babies were murdered. No words were uttered. Silent tears of death.
Silence. Silence as the wind softly blew the angels on, encouraged them to take a step further. They would reach their destiny. They must reach their destiny.
Filth, they screamed. And so the angels nodded, hearing the silent sighs of desperation, adhering to their words.
Alas.
Silence. Silence as they crossed the desert further. Silence as they took a step further away from a life they once knew. A life of comfort, a life of love, a life they could call their own, a life they could be proud of.
What is the meaning of life? The angels silently screamed. Whispers were heard. Gunshots were taken. Silence followed.
Why? The angels pleaded quietly, as other angels drew their last breath. Their question had been answered. No more prayers were heard.
Silence. As one and a half million Armenian angels rest in peace one hundred and five years on, watching on as a new conflict ensues, seeing further angels murdered.
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