The story of genocide carved in stone

I grew up within a mostly Armenian American community, where the stories of the genocide were retold and never forgotten. My grandmother too, survived this time. The Assyrians called it the time of the sword or Seyfo. So when I wrote about this memorial, I was quietly overcome with sorrow. To me, it was the... Continue Reading →

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