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Prominent Armenian Women: Aguline Tatoulian

Aguline Tatoulian, during the Armenian Genocide, she shaved off her hair and dressed herself up in men’s fatigues in order to protect herself and defend her city of 35,000, which was being raped and pillaged by the Turks. She was shot in her left rib and lived with that bullet for 67 years. She was 1 of 9 women who survived the massacres Hadjin town, Adana Province in 1918. A couple of months after she survived, she wrote and staged a play to raise relief funds for survivors. Before she died in 1985, she requested she not be buried with a Turkish bullet -it sits in a museum in Armenia today.

Don’t Mess with Older Women!

Older  Woman:  Is there a problem, Officer?   
Traffic Cop:
  Yes ma’am, I’m afraid you were speeding. Older  Woman:

  Oh, I see.

Traffic Cop:  Can I see your license please? Older  Woman:

  Well, I would give it to you but I don’t have one.  Traffic Cop:

  Don’t have one? Older  Woman:

  No. I lost it 4 years ago for drunk driving.  Traffic Cop:

  I see…Can I see your vehicle registration papers please.  Older  Woman:

  I can’t do that. Traffic Cop:

  Why not? Older  Woman:

  I stole this car. Traffic Cop:

  Stole it? Older  Woman:

  Yes, and I killed and hacked up the owner.  


Traffic Cop:  You what!?
Older  Woman:  His body parts are in plastic bags in the trunk if you want to seeThe traffic cop looks at the woman and slowly backs away to his car while calling for back up.  Within minutes 5 police cars circle the car. A senior officer  slowly approaches the car, clasping his half drawn gun.

Officer  2:

  Ma’am, could you step out of your vehicle  please! The  woman steps out of her vehicle.  Older  woman:

  Is there a problem sir? Officer  2:

  My colleague here tells me that you have stolen this car and  murdered the owner. Older  Woman:

  Murdered the owner? Are you serious?!Officer  2:

  Yes, could you please open the trunk of your car,  please.The  woman opens the trunk, revealing nothing but an empty  trunk.

  Officer  2:

  Is this your car, ma’am? Older  Woman:

  Yes, here are the registration papers. The traffic cop is quite stunned.  Officer  2:

  My colleague claims that you do not have a driving license.The woman digs into her handbag and pulls out a clutch  purse and hands it to the officer.

The officer examines the  license quizzically.

Officer  2:

  Thank you ma’am, but I am puzzled, as I was told by my officer here that you didn’t have a  license, that you stole this car, and that you murdered and hacked up the owner! Older  Woman:

  Bet the lying bastard told you I was speeding,  too.  

Don’t  Mess With Mature Ladies

Sassoon’s Revolutionary Women- Shakeh of Shenig

Shakeh, come from the house of the revolutionary leader Kurko, led a women’s battalion in 1891, decimating Kurdish armed forces that threatened the Armenian settlements. In 1894, She brought military aid around Antioch and was known to smuggle ammunition and artillery, alongside amassing large stores of food to support the revolutionary groups and nearby villages.

June of 1894 saw vicious battles, during which time Shakeh and her women of Shenig adopted the motto of “Freedom or death” as they fought bravely, even while reduced to using rocks and daggers. When the malnourished and fatigued men fell, it was the women who took their places, rolling boulders down the mountains and creating such chaos that the enemy’s numbers dwindled considerably. However, the men required ammunition and resources and the women were left to hold their positions. Unfortunately the situation was dire and while the women fought off the Kurdish and Turkish hordes for over a day, they had a choice to make. Shakeh is known to have stood on top of the mountain and aimed her words to her sisters in arms- “Women of Sassoon! It falls on you to make the choice- Is it better to fall slave to the Kurds, be defiled by the hands of the enemy, forever lost to your own people, or follow my example?” As she said these words, wearing the smile of a proud martyr and holding her son to her breast, Shakeh threw herself into the unending chasm over the cliff. The owmen all followed her example, preferring to die an honourable death than live their lives in misery, slave to Muslim invading forces.