portrait of a turkish woman

100 years ago my great grandparents escaped from the Armenia Genocide. They escaped dresses as a Turkish man and woman (above is a portrait of my great grandfather dressed as Turk once he was safely in the US). They escaped only after they witnessed their families being murdered. They escaped only after they watched as thoughts around them we murdered and raped. They escaped with nothing; no money and no family. They escaped to Detroit and began to rebuild. They started a family and had my Nougy (grandfather), who was raised on this history that was lost to the world. He has passed the history onto me. This history that has been long forgotten and unrecognized by the world.
I remember when others forget and I am proud to be descendant from thoughts who survived.