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Well, I thought it would be important to document some genocide stories. So I guess I should start, right? OK. Please only contribute true stories you guys.
This really happened, BTW (about my great grandmother as a child and the story of her family during the genocide).
The husband, being in the army, was killed by the Turkish government of the time and a Turkish soldier thought that the dead soldiers wife was very beautiful so he decided to make her his wife through force. She, of course, didn't want such a thing because she knew that the Turkish government had done something to her husband and she had three kids already (the oldest a boy, then a little girl, and finally an unborn child). A few days before he was going to take her away her mother decided to take her place in disguise (she was covered up anyway so no one could really tell). After the Turkish soldiers had finally found out that the supposed wife was a wrinklely old woman in her 50's to 60's they tortured and killed her for playing such a trick on them. During this time, the mother tells her children "never let them convert you, don't ever let them touch you. You are Christian. Remember who you are and never forget." She then instructs them to run away into the hills and hide in the wilderness. Right after this, she poisons herself and dies with her unborn child. My great grandmother watched from the bushes that night with her brother as the soldiers, after finding her dead body, mutilated and destroyed it. My great grandmother died when I was a little child but she told me the story anyway. Pretty sad right? Every time the phone rang or someone knocked on the door she would urinate in her pants from fear even though it was her little great grandchildren.
This really happened, BTW (about my great grandmother as a child and the story of her family during the genocide).
The husband, being in the army, was killed by the Turkish government of the time and a Turkish soldier thought that the dead soldiers wife was very beautiful so he decided to make her his wife through force. She, of course, didn't want such a thing because she knew that the Turkish government had done something to her husband and she had three kids already (the oldest a boy, then a little girl, and finally an unborn child). A few days before he was going to take her away her mother decided to take her place in disguise (she was covered up anyway so no one could really tell). After the Turkish soldiers had finally found out that the supposed wife was a wrinklely old woman in her 50's to 60's they tortured and killed her for playing such a trick on them. During this time, the mother tells her children "never let them convert you, don't ever let them touch you. You are Christian. Remember who you are and never forget." She then instructs them to run away into the hills and hide in the wilderness. Right after this, she poisons herself and dies with her unborn child. My great grandmother watched from the bushes that night with her brother as the soldiers, after finding her dead body, mutilated and destroyed it. My great grandmother died when I was a little child but she told me the story anyway. Pretty sad right? Every time the phone rang or someone knocked on the door she would urinate in her pants from fear even though it was her little great grandchildren.