Mansoura's husband was killed in the beginning of the deportation. She herself with her son and daughter were exiled to Der-el-Zor. After a very long and difficult journey through the Syrian desert they reached Der-el-Zor.

            Soon after their arrival the great Der-el-Zor massacre was organized by Turks and Arabs of this town. An Arab who knew her, married her and took her children to his house, in order to guard them from the massacre. Mansoura lived one year with the Arab and fled later to a village named Sindjar. There she found some of her friends and worked two years with them in different Kourdish houses in order to support her children. After two years she had made some money and started with fifty other Armenian women and men for Mardin, her native town.

            On their way they were attacked by Arabs who robbed them completely. All of them were again in a very critical position. They continued their journey until Nissibin. There they found work, of course, at very low payment. They were working for a German rail Road Company. Mansoura earned enough for herself and her little son. She could even make some little economies. Later she went on to Mardin. Her house was restored to her by the Turkish government and she lived four years there.

            When Armenians began to emigrate to Syria, her house was again seized by the Turkish government and used as a Police Station. Some policeman wanted to marry her, but she went to the priest who sent her at once to our Hassitshe agent, who sent her via Der-el-Zor to our Reception house. Her little daughter is still living among the Arabs.

Left our care: June 2, 1924. Relatives.