Without a doubt, Keurkune is one of the earliest inhabited villages of the area. That is the conclusion one draws speaking with the villagers, studying the possible evolution of the names of the places in the village, and of the remains of the Saint Stepanos chapel. Duke Renald of ancient Antioch lists the village of Corcona at its southern side. The name reads very close to the way natives pronounce Keurkune - kourkounoo.
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Sunday, March 4, 2018
Keurkune
Without a doubt, Keurkune is one of the earliest inhabited villages of the area. That is the conclusion one draws speaking with the villagers, studying the possible evolution of the names of the places in the village, and of the remains of the Saint Stepanos chapel. Duke Renald of ancient Antioch lists the village of Corcona at its southern side. The name reads very close to the way natives pronounce Keurkune - kourkounoo.
Friday, February 16, 2018
Lest We Forget: Mattheos Eblighatian (Մատթէոս Մ. Էպլիղաթեան)
1881
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Mattheos Eblighatian was born on October 21, in kirkagac (Գըրգաղաճ).
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1897
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Graduated from Mesrobian School in Izmir
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1902
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Graduated from secondary Turkish school of Izmir (gymnasium)
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1903
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He was a student of law in Istanbul
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1908
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On July 10, the Ottoman Constitution is proclaimed
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1909
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Mattheos Eblighatian received his Doctor of Jurisprudence degree.
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1909
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In March, M. Eblighatian was appointed as a judge in Yania.
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1912
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He was moved to the Aleppo with the same capacity.
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1913
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In March, he was appointed the General Prosecutor in the Van.
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1913
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In May, he embarked on his journey to Van following the route: Istanbul-Batumi-Tflisi-Yerevan-Izmir-Pergri.
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1913
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He reached Van on July 12.
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1913
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On December 15, he was appointed President of the Van’s Court of Justice.
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1914
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On July 10, he was appointed as the Armenian translator to the Norwegian Major and general examiner Hoff.
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1914
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On August 17, accompanying Hoff on his mission, he returned from Van to Istanbul via (Paghesh-Dikranagerd-Ourfa-Aleppo-Beirut and then by boat to Izmir and Istanbul).
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1914
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In October, Turkey took part in the First World War siding with Germany.
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1916
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From November to 1918, he carried his compulsory military service in the Ottoman Army.
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1917
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He was a major overseeing army provision in the Great Island of Marmara.
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1917
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On October 30, married Marinos (Marie) Chilingirian.
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1918
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On October 30, the Armistice of Mudros was signed.
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1919
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He was elected as a national representative in Istanbul
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1919
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He was appointed as the executive director of Refugee Settlement in Istanbul.
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1920
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On July 3, he was appointed as the Republic of Armenia’s Settlement and Reconstruction Ministry’s representative in Istanbul while carrying his tasks as the executive director of settlement until November 1, 1920.
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1920
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On September 28, he was appointed as the Republic of Armenia’s Director of Diaspora Affairs, but matter facedly, he acts as Republic’s Ambassador.
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1922
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In December, by the order of the British Government, he put an end to his role as the Republic’s Ambassador in Istanbul.
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1923
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He found refuge in Romania.
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1924
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He moved to Athens with his family.
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1932
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He moved to Aleppo, Syria and assumed the principalship of Haigazian Coed School.
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1935
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He moved to Antioch (Sanjak of Alexandretta) and engaged in the practice of law.
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1938
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In the beginning of the year he was appointed as a judge in Antioch until the 1939 annexation of the region into Turkey.
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1940
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On March 15, he was appointed as a member of the Court of Justice in the city of Lattakia, Syria and as an arbitrator in Kessab and Qastal Maaf.
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1941
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He was appointed as the sole Judge overseeing provisions in greater Lattakia and acted at that capacity until 1947 while retaining his other function.
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1947
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In November he retired from employment.
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1960
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He passed away on September 30, 1960.
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Tuesday, February 6, 2018
Vartan and Sarah: An Improbable Enduring Love
Newly weds: Vartan and Sarah Dickranian, October, 1970, Melbourne, Australia |
From the '50s to the early '70s my father ran an inn in Beirut called "Hotel Lux". Almost all of our clients were Armenian, many from Iraq. Earlier on the Iraqi-Armenians came for summer vacation. Later they mostly came as immigrants on their way West or to Australia. Among them was a young man whose name was Vartan. He has remained etched in my memory for decades. What I will write about happened in the late '60s.
Vartan and his family were waiting for their immigration visas to Australia. Theirs was a traditional family. For all, I knew they might have hailed from the Armenian historic town Van or its region. Vartan’s parents may have been born there or were born in Iraq to surviving Vanetsi parents. Vartan was deferential to his parents, in an old-fashioned way.
Vartan and I became acquaintances. For a while, we also lived in the same quarter of the hotel. Thus I would see him almost daily. Over time, our acquaintanceship grew into friendship. I seemed to have earned his trust as he confided to me his predicament.
He had fallen in love with an Iraqi-Assyrian girl. Her name was Sarah. Everyone in Basra, their hometown, knew that Vartan loved Sarah, as he would tell me in his distinct household accent, “Sagh Basran kidi vor Vartan Saran ge siri” (Սաղ Պասրան գիտի որ Վարդանը Սարան կը սիրի), that is to say the “living Basra knows that Vartan loves Sarah”. However, their relationship had not progressed and each had gone their separate way. Vartan had come to Beirut on his way to Australia. Sarah and her family had gone to England on their way to the United States. Vartan had recently gotten hold of Sarah’s address in England from a mutual friend in Iraq. He asked me to write to Sarah in English. I don't remember why in English and not in Arabic.
For many weeks I wrote her a weekly letter Vartan dictated. They were not the kind of love letters--“I love you...cannot live without you, etc.”. Vartan’s letters were mundane, about everyday happenings, and about his family's wait for their visas. After many letters and no reply from Sarah, I told Vartan to give up chasing her. The girl is not interested otherwise, she would have replied by now, I told him. Vartan would have none of it. The weekly letters continued.
One day Vartan showed me a letter he had received. It was from Sarah’s father. I remember almost verbatim what the man had written. In a plain and an impeccable English he wrote that all the ink in the world would not bring Vartan and Sarah together and that Vartan should have "hit the iron while it was hot". Some anger was palpable in the letter. Vartan’s family might have been cool to the prospect of the young couple's marriage for reasons that might have been linked to their departure from Iraq. Both families had started their preparations to leave Iraq about the same time.
Vartan remained adamant. The innocuous "love" letters continued. Through their mutual friend in Iraq, Vartan learned Sarah’s family’s destination address in America and their departure date that would take place more or less with Vartan's family's departure time to Australia. Love-struck Vartan made a pact with me. After he settled in Australia, he would forward me his letters in Armenian, which I would translate into English and send it to him. He would then mail them to Sarah in America. Improbable as it may sound, that is what we did. But eventually, the letters trickled and finally stopped.
The last envelope I recieved from Vartan contained two letters. In once Vartan addressed to Sarah’s father. While he was not overtly asking the hand of his daughter, marriage seemed to be on his mind. Much like the previous letters, this letter also was mostly about mundane matters about Vartan's and his family's life in Australia. The second letter was from Vartan’s father addressed to Sarah’s father formely asking the hand of his daughter Sarah in marriage to his son Vartan.
I did not hear from or of Vartan after his last letter, as I remained focused on my studies and career amidst simmering political unrest in Lebanon. Not long after, my life along with Beirut communal life, changed. Hotel Lux, my parent’s bread and butter, was destroyed in 1975 at the onset of the protracted Lebanese Civil War. I ended up immigrating to the United States a year later, in 1976.
Decades passed but I never forgot Vartan. In 2014, during one of my periodic visits to my mother whom I had entrusted to the care of the Ararat Nursing Facility in Los Angeles, I learned that an Australian-born Iraqi-Assyrian, Dr. Nicholas Al-Jeloo, would deliver, at the Ararat-Eskijian Museum-Sheen Chapel, a lecture entitled, "Armenian and Assyrian Cooperation and Co-Habitation in Iran's Urmia Region". Whenever I heard of Assyria or Assyrians, Vartan would come to my mind and I would wonder what had happened to him and of the fate of his impossible love. I decided to attend the lecture and meet the ethnic Assyrian lecturer from Australia. The lecture took place on Sunday, May 4, 2014, at 4 p.m.
Being hard pressed for time I could not linger after the talk to share my Assyrian-Armenian story with Dr. Al-Jeloo. I barely had time to purchase his illustrated book capturing old Assyrian villages in Iran cohabited by Armenians as well. Dr. Al-Jeloo signed the book and gave me his business card. I returned home to Ohio.
Months went by. One day while going over papers I had brought with me from my mother’s house, I came across a journal I had kept on a bus trip to Eastern Europe. My parents had paid for the trip to congratulate me for being accepted to the pharmacy school of the American University of Beirut. To my great surprise, I also came across a few pages long entry about Vartan in my journal as well. It was high time I thought I contacted Dr. Al-Jeloo. I sent him an email on August 4, 2014.
I wrote to Dr. Al-Jeloo a summary of Vartan's story and added: “I never got a wedding invitation. If nature was kind enough to their enduring love, they should be now grandparents or grandparents to be. I wanted to share their story with you. Unlike Queen Shamiram not giving up on handsome Armenian king Ara, the love of her life; this time around it was every day Vartan not giving up on the love of his life, Sarah.” More than two months passed and I did not hear from him. I figured I had come to a dead end and that I should close the book on my memories of the days with Vartan on the veranda of Hotel Lux.
On October 19, 2014, I received an email from Suzan Dickranian. Her name did not ring a bell. The email was titled “Greetings from Melbourne, Australia!” I did not give much thought as to who she could be and why an email from Melbourne? When I opened the email I was stunned to read that she is the daughter of Vartan Dickranian, the lovelorn Vartan of Hotel Lux. The bygone years had somehow erased the family name from my memory and at that moment it had not dawned on me to make the connection.
A few days earlier, Suzan wrote, her mother had met Dr. Al-Jeloo following a lecture he had delivered about the Assyrian Genocide. Upon learning her name, Dr. Nicholos had asked her whether she is married to an Armenian. She had responded in the affirmative. He had then quizzed her whether her husband’s name is Vartan. Astonished by the question, she had confirmed that her husband’s name is indeed Vartan.
Suzan then wrote what her father had dictated: “I (Vartan) was then brought over and introduced to Dr. Nicholas, who explained that he had received an email from you, which included a story about an Armenian man he met in Beirut, who was in love with an Assyrian girl. It soon became clear that, by coincidence, I was the man you were talking about!
"I am happy to tell you that I DID end up marrying the Assyrian girl I was in love with!...and the following is our story.
"I arrived in Melbourne, Australia in 1968. Two of my brothers were already here before I arrived with my parents. Unfortunately, my father died in 1969; nine months after we arrived. Prior to his death, he wrote a letter to Sarah’s father in America, asking for her hand in marriage on my behalf. Sarah’s father accepted this proposal and, as a result, Sarah arrived in Melbourne in 1970. However, my father had unfortunately passed away by this time.
"Sarah and I were married just ten days after her arrival, in October of 1970. We had a small wedding with only twenty people.
"In 1972 we had our first child; our daughter Suzan. We lived in a small apartment, to begin with. We eventually bought a house in 1975, which we are still happily living in, to this day. In 1977, we had another child; our son Armen.
Suzan grew up and married an Armenian man in 2001. Armen is now engaged (also to an Armenian) and will be getting married in November this year.” The email also contained a copy a passport size picture whose inscription on the back in my own writing in Armenian, reads: "To Dear Vartan, Vahe". The picture is dated February 1969. All these years Vartan had kept a passport-size picture of mine I had forgotten having given to him as a keepsake.
I was saddened to read about Vartan’s father's early death. From what I remembered, he had run a pastry shop in Basra. He probably found his world had completely changed in Australia. I am sure theirs was also a close-knit community in Basra whosecircumstances couldn't be duplicated in Australia. Even though the presence of his children would have softened the impact of the change, nonetheless Basra and Melbourne would have been worlds apart for the aging patriarch. However, he had carried on his responsibilities to the end with dignity. After assuring himself that the family was settled enough to assume the responsibility of providing a comfortable haven for a daughter-in-law to be, he had consented to Vartan’s marriage and had personally written to Sarah’s father asking for his daughter’s hand for his son Vartan.
Probably there is no student who has attended Armenian school who wouldn't know about Assyrian Queen Shamiram’s infatuation with the most handsome king in Armenian history, King Ara the Beautiful. Loyal to his wife Queen Nvart and indifferent to mighty Shamiram’s advances, Ara had committed the political blunder of his life by rejecting the Assyrian queen's affection. An enraged Shamiram had attacked Armenia with orders to her soldiers not to harm Ara. But King Ara was killed in the ensuing battle. Distraught, she had placed his body on a hill hoping that the gods would lick his wounds and bring him back to life but jn vain. Ara's and Shamiram's story became part of Armenian folklore, if not history.
Over time the Armenians adopted Christianity as their state religion and built a chapel on that very hilltop where pagan gods were once supposed to descend. They had become Christian but had kept the memory of the happening in pagan times. The village that sprang around the hill came to be called AraLezk--a compound word made of the king's name and the Armenian verb to lick. The village now has grown into a town and, as is the regrettable Turkish tradition, its name has been obliterated per a comment I read in Keghart.com in response to my inquiry about Aralezk.
This time around it was not a royal affair but a devoted commoner named after one of the most esteemed names in Armenian history, Vartan (Mamigonian). The historic Vartan's name had bolstered his clan's reputation placing it second only to his family, named after the Armenian King of Kings Dikran the Great.
Last year Suzie broke the news of the passing away of her father Vartan. Vartan’s and my paths crossed at one time in Beirut and left an indelible impression upon me not only will I not forget for the rest of my life, but will continue cherishing it.
Vartan and Sarah thus formed their own "dynasty". I am sure their descendants will carry on the legacy of the improbable but enduring love of the family’s patriarch and matriarch. As in Vartan's and Sarah’s lives, upheavals are inevitable in their descendants’ lives as well. They also will face trials and tribulations but they will be able to overcome the odds as long as they remain committed to each other much like Vartan and Sarah did. For true love endures.
Friday, February 2, 2018
Misconception in February
The Battle of Avarayr was surely the major military confrontation of that long protracted war. Eghishé, a contemporary chronicler, described the Battle of Avarair, to which he was an eyewitness as follows: "One should have seen the turmoil of the great crisis and the immeasurable confusion on both sides, as they clashed with each other in reckless fury. The dull-minded became frenzied; the cowards deserted the fields; the brave dashed forward courageously, and the valiant roared. They attacked each other fiercely and many on both sides fell wounded on the field, rolling in agony."
Monday, January 15, 2018
Unlike Feathers: The Poet and The Freedom Fighter
There is a French saying that rhymes well. It reads, “qui se ressemble, s'assemble”, which literally means those who resemble, assemble. In English we have come to know the saying as “birds of a feather, flock together”. For all appearances, the eminent poet Taniel Varoujan and the legendary freedom fighter Sepastatsi Murad were not “birds of a feather” but surely their love of their Armenian nation must have coalesced into their mutual admiration if not also friendship. They stood by each other at one of the most auspicious events of their short young lives. Each officiated and enabled the other’s marriage.
Both hailed from Sepastia. Murad (nee' Khrimian) was born in the village Govdoon in 1874. Taniel Varoujan (ne' Tchboukkiarian) was born in 1884 in the village Pekernik, often spelled as Prknig (Բրքնիկ).
Both are iconic figures although each had a different upbringing and pursued a different calling. Taniel Varoujan came from a middle-class family. His father worked in Constantinople. After attending the local schools Varujan was sent to Constantinople where he attended Mkhitarian School after which he attended the Mourad-Rafaelian School in Venice and then Ghent University in Belgium.
Murad, on the other hand, was born to a poor rural family. His biographers do not mention him attending school with any regularity. After working as a shepherd and a farm laborer, he moved to Constantinople to eke out a living when still in his teens, much like many other Armenian teens, some as young as fourteen years old, did. There he worked as a porter but was also drawn by a fervor for social justice. He first joined the ranks the Hnchagian Party and subsequently, the A.R.F. Taniel Varoujan was also driven by social justice and was a humanist.
By the time of the Ottoman Constitution was enacted in 1909 both had made a name for themselves. Murad had also become a legend among the other freedom fighter luminaries. Taniel Varoujan had emerged as a promising poet having authored two books, Shivers (Սարսուռներ, 1906, Venice) and The Heart of the Race (Ցեղին սիրտը, 1909, Constantinople)
The promise of liberty, equality, and justice promised by the Young Turks had engulfed both. Murad returned to Sebastia in 1909. An amnesty that accompanied the said reforms enabled him to do so. In Sepastia he became active in organizing Armenian schools and participating in charitable and civic organizations where he met a girl named Agapi. Both remained attracted to each other.
The euphoria of the Ottoman Constitution had captivated Taniel Varoujan as well. In 1909 Varoujan also returned to his village and started teaching for a career. To supplement his teacher’s meager salary Varoujan gave private lessons to a young girl named Araxie, the daughter of a wealthy family. As was the local customs at the time, Araxie had been promised in betrothal to the son of another wealthy family when she was still in her crib. That’s why Araxie’s mother always chaperoned her daughter and attended her classes. Yet, the improbable happened. The teacher and the student fell madly in love with each other.
Rumors started flying in greater Sepastia. The classes ended abruptly and Araxie’s parents and the prospective in-laws began hasty plans for an earlier-than-planned wedding, but Araxie remained adamant refusing to comply with her parent’s wishes. Instead of a wealthy husband, she preferred the country teacher of meager means.
The event became the talk of the town among the Armenians in Sepastia. Many regarded the incident scandalous. Some supported Varoujan and wanted the lovers to marry. Others blamed Varoujan for having seduced his young student. The animosity toward him became so great that Varoujan began carrying a stick for defending himself should he be attacked.
Finally, the prominent Armenian freedom fighter, Sepastatsi Murad intervened on behalf of Varoujan. Murad's stature was such that his intervention quelled all gossip. Araxie’s parents relented and the prospective groom’s parents gave up pursuing the understanding they had with Araxie’s parents. Varoujan and Araxie’s were wed in 1912, after which they moved to Istanbul where Varoujan became the principal of St. Gregory The Illuminator School. By 1915, this young couple had three children: Veronica, Haig, and Armen.
Apparently, Murad was hesitant to commit himself having a family of his own. Remaining non-committal was a tacit code of honor among the freedom fighters. When Kevork Chavush broke that code and married in secrecy, he caused so much havoc among the ranks that the A.R.F. Bureau intervened to restore order. In 1910 Murad was already 36 years old, way past the marital age at the times. However, at the urging of his friends, he relented and married Agapi in the St. Nshan Monastery. Taniel Varoujan became their matrimonial godfather, although in some other accounts Taniel Varoujan is listed as being a witness to their marriage. At his wedding, Murad is quoted having said: “By getting married, I am not resigning from my struggle. Anytime, my fatherland calls on me, it is the voice that I will follow, always loyal to the Armenian Revolutionary Federation’s glorious banner”. By 1915 they had a son whom they named Kevork, presumably after Murad’s comrade-in-arms Kevork Chavush, who was martyred on May 26, 1907.
Unbeknownst to these two families as well as to countless other Armenian families across their ancestral lands, a sinister plan was being put in place for their annihilation. Taniel Varoujan in Constantinople was apprehended on April 24, 1915 and put to the death a few months later. He was 31 years old. His last legacy, the unpublished collection of his poems was somehow salvaged from his captors and published posthumously as The Song of the Bread (Հացին երգը, 1921, Constantinople). His wife and children survived and immigrated to the United States of America.
All along, Murad had remained mistrustful of the promises the Young Turks made. In March 1915 with a group of Sepastatsi compatriots he escaped the deportation order and after a horrific odyssey, they arrived in Tbilisi. In the ensuing mayhem, Murad lost his family and his relatives but he never wavered from his calling in the defense of his people. He participated in the ensuing battles that laid the foundation of the present day Armenia. He was killed during the Battle of Baku on August 4, 1918.
Literary critics hail Taniel Varoujan as one of the most eminent poets who graced our literature. In the last book he had published, “Pagan Songs” (Pagan Songs (Հեթանոս երգեր, 1912, Constantinople), Varoujan has a long poem titled “Pegasus” (Pegas). He dedicated that poem to "comrade Murad and his horse that runs like a lightening", drawing a resemblance of Murad’s famous horse Asdghig to the mythical winged horse Pegasus.
The diary Murad kept and the inscriptions he jotted down showed that Murad harbored a poet’s tender heart. Apparently, the poet harbored a rifle in his heart while the freedom fighter harbored poetry, mutually admiring each other and attracting one to the other in an unlikely friendship as two other immortals in our tumultuous history.