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Facing Poverty In Armenia

“Menk an-o-tee yenk.” These simple words sent my heart stomping as I left my apartment in Yerevan one afternoon in May. In my hand was a plastic bag containing the remnants of moldy bread headed for a dumpster nearby. Outside, a father and mother were camped out in a terrace by a small pavilion they were calling home. Nearby were two small children playing, presumably their own.

The Mystical Keghart

As the bus pulled up to the Keghart church, I thought that it was yet another place we would walk by without a second glance. The moment I stepped off the bus, I felt a sudden rush, and the low atmospheric pressure. We were pretty high up, almost entirely surrounded by mountains yet, surprisingly, one could see a river flowing nearby.

The Miracle of Seven Voices

Many people travel to Armenia every year and return home with memories that end up lasting them a lifetime. When tourists visit this place, some fall in love with the architectural wonders dripping with culture and history, while others have their breath taken away by the ineffable views of Mount Ararat. Whether interested in the sciences or the arts, tourists around the world praise Armenia’s beauty. However, as a young woman in high school, it was not the architectural Gods or the awe-inspiring views that left a permanent mark on my heart, but the miracle of the seven voices I experienced within the walls of the singular Geghard Monastery.

Laboring Towards a Foundation

The bitter cold frosted our faces as we struggled up the stairs to the church at Lake Sevan. Blood pumping and muscles straining, I followed the band of my classmates up the mountainous terrain. As we passed small souvenir stands, we eventually made it to the top. A small moment in time was slowed as I turned to glance at the mystical body of water spread out behind me, only to have my breath knocked out of me.

A Presence in Karabakh

As we continued our trip through Karabakh, my class visited the Shoushi School of Music, where young children explore their talents in order to be successful in life. While the principal took us on a tour of the building, we passed through the hallways of each level, checking out the classrooms that were completely different than ours in America. I began searching for a particular room as we hit the 3rd floor.

Ferrahian-Armenia-Orran

Following the long-held Ferrahian tradition of sending each graduating class on a trip to the homeland, this year my eleventh grade class made its long anticipated journey to Armenia.

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