Kharpert // 1898-1980
Ohan Akaragian was born in Agn on June 12, 1898 to Baghdasar and Haiganoush Akaragian. He was the youngest of six; Serpouhi, Melkon, Makrouhi, Pilibos, and Varvar. The Akaragians were well known in the region. They owned farmland, as well as a store in Romania. The profit that generated from this business was used to create an irrigation system to support farmland in Agn.
Before the Armenian Genocide was orchestrated, the Akaragians lived in peace. The Armenian population in Kharpert was educated, hardworking, and extremely close with one another. Every morning the entire village would attend badarak at the local church before heading to work or school.
Ohan’s two older sisters, Serpouhi and Makrouhi, were married and lived in Bolis, Turkey. Melkon was married with three children and worked in the financial district before opening a jewelry store. Pilibos studied in Romania and in 1912, at 21 years old, he died from an illness. In the meantime, their youngest sister, Varvar, had been asked for her hand in marriage at the tender age of fourteen. The Akaragians agreed to the marriage with one ultimatum, that she would continue her education, and she did before giving birth to three children.
As soon as orders to begin the mass killings of Armenians were given in 1915, the entire region was devastated. Ohan’s grandfather and brother, Melkon, were hung. Melkon’s wife and children were killed, along with Varvar and her entire family.
Ohan’s grandmother was approached by a group of Muslims who informed her that if she were to abandon Christianity and convert to Islam, they would allow her and her family to live. Without hesitation, she responded, “I will give up my life, but I will not give up my religion.” And so her entire family, including Ohan, was put on the death march.
They managed to purchase a horse with gold to carry Ohan’s grandmother since her old age kept her from walking. The remaining members of the Akaragian family walked while witnessing the most horrifying sights. Ohan saw a group of young girls, holding hands, jumping into the Yeprad Ked. Corpses lay everywhere they went; along the roads, in the rivers, scattered all over the region like fallen leaves in the wintertime. Ohan and his mother quickly realized that surviving was nearly impossible. Ohan’s mother, determined to save the only man left in the Akaragian family, bribed the surrounding Turkish soldiers. She offered them a quilt that she had sewn gold into and in return, the soldiers would allow Ohan to slowly fall behind the march so that upon reaching the end of the long line of people, he could run. But once he was at the end of the line, he would be on his own. The soldiers would not help him escape, simply, give him a chance to get away.
Following their agreement, Ohan started walking slower, slowly separating from his family and falling back within the line of people. And each time that he would almost be out of sight, his mother would call for him with unstoppable tears in her eyes. And he would quickly come back to her towards the front of the line. His mother would hold him in her arms, refusing to let go because she knew that they would forever be apart. And so she called back for him three times and he came back to her every time. As she finally let go of him the third time, she had one last request.
“Don’t come back. Even if I call you again and again, don’t come back.”
These were the last words she spoke to Ohan. Once again, Ohan slowed down his pace, leaving his family ahead. And it was only a matter of minutes before he heard his mother’s voice, screaming for him, again. Each scream louder than the one before, her cries intensifying with every passing second. And he honored his mother’s last words with tears in his eyes and longing in his heart. He kept his eye on his family from a distance until they were too far to be seen.
Upon reaching the end of the line, the Turkish soldiers held their part of the bargain and turned a blind eye to Ohan while he ran. He headed back to Agn, only to find that Turks now occupied his family’s home. Having nowhere to go, 17 year-old Ohan knocked on his neighbor’s door. His Muslim neighbor took him in and kept him in hiding for several months.
Knowing that there was no life left for him in Kharpert, Ohan took off once again, this time to Bolis to search for his sisters and their families. He hid during the day and traveled by foot in the nighttime and every time he came across a farm, he would study the people, and the possible work that needed to be done. If he felt comfortable enough, he would seek work for several days, weeks, or months at a time, before continuing on his journey.
It took Ohan two years to arrive in Bolis and to be reunited with the only family he had left. Serpouhi, Makrouhi, and Ohan had lost sixteen members of their close family during the genocide; their grandparents, parents, siblings, nieces, and nephews. Ohan stayed with his sisters for a year until he finally decided to move to Romania.
In Romania, Ohan met his future wife, Elisabeth Tevanian, and had two children, Baghdasar and Haiganoush, naming them after his parents. Despite being in a new country and creating a new life, Ohan was often consumed by dark memories of the past. He did not talk about the genocide often, as it was too painful of an experience to share. However, he consistently had nightmares, causing him to frantically wake up during the late hours of the night. And it was in these moments that he would confess to his wife the inhumanity he fell victim to in 1915. Knowing that Ohan could not speak about the genocide without emotions taking over, Elisabeth would tell Ohan’s stories to their children, ensuring that they were aware of their father’s past.
In 1963, Ohan and his family relocated to Los Angeles, California. Although he didn’t speak a word of English and had no experience in the shoe business, he purchased a shoe store that was for sale near their home. While his family wondered how he would start a new business in a new country, Ohan took a piece of paper and drew a line through the center of the sheet. On the left side he wrote down shoe sizes, parts of a shoe, and days of the week in Armenian; gosheeg, guroong, yergooshapti, yerekshapti… He handed the sheet to his daughter who listed the English equivalents of these words on the right side. And it was with this one piece of paper that Ohan provided for his family and went on to create a successful business.
Ohan passed away in 1980. He is survived by his two children, three grandchildren, seven great-grandchildren, and three great-great-grandchildren. He is remembered as an honest and respected man, who loved abundantly. He loved his family, his church, his people, and his community.
Honored by Haiganoush Akaragian, Ara Akaragian, and Jeannette Akaragian