In the beginning of the war, Apraham's father was thrown in prison, tortured and died under the hand of his tormentors. Apraham came on the road with his mother. When the caravan reached Rakka, his mother became ill and died. He succeeded in hiding himself, when the caravan was driven further on. An Arab took him in. After some months he fled and came to a village nearby. There an Arab named Cheih-el-Hamra took possession of him. He was treated as a slave but where to flee? He was told that all Armenians were killed. Never he forgot that he was a Christian and often prayed to his God. Twelve years passed, then one day he was beaten cruelly, he fled to Rakka. There our helper saw him, told him about our home and helped him to come to us.

Left our care: July 12, 1927. Relatives. Uncle Aleppo.