Her father was killed in the beginning of the war. She came with her mother one sister and one brother on the road. Some months they were driven to and fro. They suffered awfully from hunger and thirst. Jester had to leave her mother on the road. Her sister and brother were taken away by Muslims. One day she herself fell exhausted on the roadside. The caravan went further on. An Arab woman took her in, and after nine years she gave her to her son Ali. Four years she lived with that man. She became no children. Her husband was kind to her, but he had another wife, who illtreated Jester. One day, when her husband was in Aleppo. She fled to Tel-Abiat from there an Armenian sent her on to us.

Left our care: October 17, 1928. Living with her brother in Aleppo.