In the beginning of the Great War his mother died and his father was thrown in prison, tortured and died under the hand of his tormentors. Krikor with a brother Kevo and a sister Mariam were deported with their country-people. The poor little ones had nobody to take care of them. They walked afoot, their feet were swollen, tired, hungry and thirsty they were. The caravan reached Malatia. There Kurds attacked them. Krikor's brother was killed and his sister thrown in a river. Krikor was driven further on with the remainder of the people. In the region of Urfa a Kurd dragged him to his house and Krikor worked till now for that man. Lately he was forced to serve in the Turkish army. One day when the soldiers were near Djerablus, Krikor succeeded in fleeing. Our agent found him and sent him to our rescue-home in Aleppo.

Left our care: October 5, 1927. Selfsupporting, parents.