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After mass the bells were to be taken out of the church tower, carried to the churchyard in solemn procession and buried. There the whole people should take leave of them, praying before the graves of its fathers...

Can God, among His angels, forget those screams?

I'm a woman, and I speak for all the women here. I'm not going to die like a cur on the highroad. I'm not going to lie out rotting in the fields. Nor do I mean to go on living in a concentration camp, among all those rascally murderers and the poor women they've befouled. And if you men are so cowardly that you'd rather stay on here and be slaughtered, we women alone will arm ourselves and go up on Musa Dagh...

"This book was conceived in March of 1929, in the course of a stay in Damascus. The miserable sight of some maimed and famished-looking refugee children, working in a carpet factory, gave me the final impulse to snatch from the Hades of all that was, this incomprehensible destiny of the Armenian nation."