The father was killed in his native town. The mother with her three children was deported. After weeks of tiresome walking they reached Rakka, a little village on the Euphrates. Everybody hoped to be at the end of these sufferings, but this was only the beginning. They were driven on into the Syrian desert. On their way his two brothers died of fatigue and starvation. Lutfig reached Khabur with his mother. Lutfig's feet had become wounded and infected when he was told to continue his way he could not get up. He was beaten by the gendarms but all was in vain he could no longer. His mother came and kissed him for the last time, when the gendarms saw this they jumped on the mother and beated her so cruelly that she could hardly follow the caravan. Beduins of the district took Lutfig to their tent and cured him. When he was well again he became a shepherd of their camels. Lutfig served them twelve years long, but the sand of the stepps affected his eyes very much. He became almost blind. He looked for a chance to come to a city. Once he was sent on business to Hassitshe. There he met our agent who sent him immediately to Aleppo. 

At present his eyes are in treatment.

Required a long eye-treatment but finally recovered and joined his relatives in Beirut July 11, 1928.