The Daughter of a Kurd. Inana

and Anahit, exhausted after the exam, heard her mother’s voice, she could not imagine that she herself would be travelling to Turkey within a week.

      ‘Anahit, I’d like you and Valera to call on me tonight… just you and your husband. I’ve something urgent to tell you.’

      Valery, who was called Valera for short, could do nothing but sigh in despair as he learnt that they should take a trip to Ararat. He couldn’t even suspect that their lives would irreversibly change after that. There was nobody in the house. Shekhnaz’s son and his family that were living together with her, had left for a wedding ceremony, but their mother stayed home on the pretext of illness. Undoubtedly, it was not by accident.

      ‘Anahit, I shall ask you to listen to me attentively, without interrupting. Your father, Mushegh, was the best father and husband in the world. Still it was not him that gave life to you.’

      Anahit could hardly choke back a sob.