Hey, my name is Armen. I live in Armenia. I write speak and read Armenian and people underestimate my abilities. I don’t write in Armenian online too much because it’s too holy to write in it and beautiful. But people don’t get that. I look Armenian, and even like St. Abkar. I uphold chastity. I uphold the historic Armenian Apostolic Church. But, Americans get to define what being Armenian is today!
I guess, being Armenian means you will never be called one, except by another, who is not called one. It’s just being abused and tortured and forgotten.
Who knows, in the dark and cold nights, I hear of news, that Armenians fled Armenia long ago and only few remain. Few as literal numerical value.