This little boy does not remember anything about his earliest childhood. We gave him the Armenian name Onnig. He tells us that he has always been among the Arabs in Hassitshe. Till now he thought that he himself also was an Arab. When he one day from our agent heard that he was an Armenian, he immediately was ready to follow him and to be sent to our rescue home. When he one day was walking with some of our elder boys in the camp in Aleppo, they met with a woman, who stopped, gazed at Onnig and embracing him she cried "My son, my dear son!" Onnig was astonished and did not know what to do. The woman followed him to our home and told following: In the time of deportation she succeeded in slipping out of the caravan, when it stopped at Rakka. She hid herself and her little son, who was that time ½ years old, for some days. For one year she earned her living by working in different Turkish houses. Then one day it happened that she had left her litle boy on the street and went to buy bread. It was but a moment, but who is able to describe her despair for when she returned the boy was away. The children who had been playing with him told her that some soldiers had come on horseback and one of them had taken him with him. She ran to the police-station, but there it came out that she had no right to be in Rakka. She was sent further on and reached Aleppo where she found her husband. How happy they are now after twelve years to have found their first born.

Left our care: June 9, 1927. Relatives, parents Aleppo.