Vaհe H Apelian
Yesterday, March 19, 2026 was the Teachers' Day in Syria, which is typically celebrated on the third Thursday in March. As teachers’ Day goes, it is meant to honor the dedication of educators to building the nation's future. It is not a public holiday, but schools and communities celebrate with special events. In that fateful month, the Teachers’ Day in Syria was on March 20, 2014.
In 2014, the Kessabtsis celebrated the Teachers’ Day a few days earlier on March 16. Ani Apelian had been the principal of the Evangelical School for many years. The celebration may very well have happened in their house and Stepan J Apelian, may very well have taken that historic picture.
Today, Facebook alerted me that I had been talking with Stepan on March 20, 2014. The record indicates that it was 3:40 pm, local U.S. Eastern Daylight time. I was in Cincinnati, OH, and I am chatting with my cousin Stepan J Apelian. He is in Kessab, Syria. The local time there is 10:40 p.m. It was an ordinary evening. We seem to be chatting about my friend Hratch Bedoyan who had passed away in 1992 due to a heart attack. Hratch and I had had visited Keorkune and had spent a few days at our family’s ancestral home, with my paternal uncle and his family.
Stepan J Apelian’s comment reads: “ He – Hratch – had a strong sense of humor. He was such a gentleman, RIP. I remember when he came with you t o Kessab and I returned with you to Beirut. When we crossed the border, he stopped the car, stepped out, bowed, and kissed the Lebanese ground.” Yes, Hratch loved Lebanon. His doctoral dissertation at Oxford, England was about the Lebanese political system. He told me that he could not wait finish his studies and return to Lebanon.
I do not know when we ended our conversation, but it sure was later at night. A few hours later, on the wee hours of the early morning on Friday March 21, 2014, the first day of spring, hell broke loose over Kessab. Heavily armed extremists attacked Kessab from Turkey accompanied by artillery fire. In a matter of hours, the overwhelming majority of some 2,000 or so Armenian inhabitants of the greater Kessab, along with many other Syrian nationals who had found refuge there escaping the devastation of the raging civil war, fled for their safety to the coastal city of Latakia, some 35 miles away. So did Stepan, Ani with their son Hovag, in his early teens, and Stepan’s mother, my aunt Asdghig. They had hopped into their car, carrying with them their personal documents, fled Kessab, with the rest of the Kessabtsis, to Lattakia.
That will be it. They would not resume their lives again in Kessab.
Stepan returned to Keurkune visiting their ransacked house and businesses. Ani, Hovag and Stepan’s mother Asdghig would never return to their home, again. The family settled in California. My paternal aunt Asdghig, Stepan’ mother was born in Keurkune on May 5, 1931. She married my uncle Joseph Joseph in Keurkune, where he too was born. They raised their family in Keurkune and buried their elders there. My uncle Joseph had passed away in May 1988, in Keurkune. My aunt Asghgig passed away on May 29, 2025, in Corona, CA.
The Muslim extremists wiped a century long hard work by the Kessabtsi Medz Yeghern survivors and their descendants. The blow the Muslim extremists had inflicted on Kessab was existential. Kessab has not recovered
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