An Armenian friend of mine was telling me about her grandfather's experience after he and his family were exiled to Syria. He was only three or four years old and was taken by an Arab man. The Arab would constantly tell him "You are my son" and would speak to him only in Arabic. Thus, the child only spoke Arabic. Once in a while, Armenian search parties would come around and ask the man if he had seen any Armenian children in the area. I believe the Arab kept the child in a bunker of some sort and would tell them that he had not. Luckily, one day, an Armenian from that party passed by the area and saw the Arab with the child and immediately told the others. They managed to "help" the child escape and take him to the orphanage where his aunt was able to identify him. He grew up in Aleppo and later moved to Beirut, Lebanon.
Anyway, the story really gave me goosebumps because I began to think about all of the Armenian children who were not lucky enough to be found.
Anyway, the story really gave me goosebumps because I began to think about all of the Armenian children who were not lucky enough to be found.
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