This morning, I could not bear to listen to any radio station, as all I heard was the rehashing of the grief and torment of 9/11/01.
So I flicked on my CD player where I keep for just such occasions a CD by my cousin, my wonderful musician cousin who has saved the songs of our people on tape, film, vinyl and CD. As I write this, I listen to the CD John gifted me, "The Magic of John Bilezikjian ..."
Don't let the cover art mislead you. On this rainy September day, I can only tell you how this music has captured my heart and soul, and, in fact, has me dancing, as John sings and plays his oud to the tune of Istemem Babajim, Bekledim de Gelmedim . . . How can Marash Girl ever explain to those who do not descend from Marashtsi survivors of the genocide, what it feels like to be a first generation Marashtsi-American, (albeit a second generation Aintepsi-American)!