Many months ago, Dr. Michael Moore, Head of Department of Music Education at BJU and Dr. Paul Radford, Head of Department of Communication Studies at BJU, shared a vision with Haro and me. As these two men were talking, I grew very quiet. I listened intently. My heart and mind trying to process the words…
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I never knew about this part of history…I never ever knew After my concerts, after I have been singing the ancient Armenian folk songs and weaving in the story of my grandparents, survivors of the Armenian Genocide, the very ones who passed on these folk songs to me, after I share this history through story…
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I am getting my heart and soul ready to see the new movie The Promise about the Armenian Genocide. I want to see this film; I want to see how the directors have crafted our story. At the same time, I don’t want to see this film. I don’t want to be reminded of the…
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Oh Syria I have walked your dusty streets I have tasted your luscious fruits – ah, the apricots and peaches and watermelons and fresh, colourful delicacies; they taste like nothing I have eaten before! I have taken in the aroma of your sweet pastries and breads; oh the breads! And the olives and kebabs and…
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Two brothers, clutching each other’s hands as they walk with blistered, battered feet… emaciated, skeletal bodies, mouths dry, longing for home, water, food… something I hold my son close and sing to him as he falls asleep Two brothers, wasted, lifeless, half naked roam the deserted streets of Haleb, the older boy carrying their baby…
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