A Family Account of an Alleged Massacre by Armenians in a Village

I am Şahsen Cendem. If I leave without killing one Armenian, God will ask me about it.

We had five, Mrs. Fitnat, Mrs. Rayla, and three of them were from me.

They put them in the tandır like this. The women had a fountain lamp, it gives you a feeling like this on a slope.

They apparently rubbed it on their faces.

They apparently rubbed their own filth on themselves so the Armenians wouldn't come near.

And they took them out of the tandır. We call it something like a tum-sack, they put them in the sack.

They cut their heads off like this. I heard this from my aunt.

The woman's head gets cut off from here like this.

She was going around like this, they were spinning around like a pinwheel.

You know, asking, 'Why are you hiding?' They committed terrible atrocities.

I mean, it's impossible to describe. They wrote this, even though no law, no order, no person would accept it.

They wrote, 'Those who say “hell” go up, those who say “dead flesh” go down.'

The women are upstairs. The old men had all gone to the village anyway, there was no one there.

Anyway, brother, they filled it with old men like these, sixty, seventy, fifty-five years old. they filled it with old men like these.

Using the hay-stuffing thing, basically, they poured gasoline on top and set it on fire.

Kazım Karabekir wrote in his notebook that “I've never seen such a disgrace in my life.”

Whoever this Armenian was, God is watching, may God damn them.

I mean, the torture inflicted on us, on this village, what they did to this village, they did it in a way that defies all reason and logic.