I got in to my hands today a drawing of one orphan child. I saw them more than 500 these days, but this one made my eyes frozen, my mind stopped working for a minute, shocked by the thing in front of me. Gray. Clear.  Suffering. Hunger. Tortures. Concentration camp. Death. All this in one word: SREBRENICA.

This child is very young. I was just thinking about how does she feel. How much does it hurt. She was just a baby when all this happen.  A baby. But her mind and heart kept it all. All the pictures. Her baba being slaughtered. Her grandpa being tortured, pieces of his body riped off. He died. In terrible pain. Her 13 years old brother killed in front of her and her mom’s eyes. Mom’s scream is still hurting her ears.

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Mom, grandma being raped. Dead bodies of more than 8,000 her cousins and neighbors all around them. Running away trough the wood latter. Dark. Silence. Fear. Panics. She kept it all. All pictures.

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How can she forget?? She is being reminded every day. Her grandma’s face is never dry. Tears for 4 lost sons, husband, brother, uncles, neighbors, friends. Her mom doesn’t cry anymore. She doesn’t have tears. Most of the time she is quiet, looking at one little spot on the wall. Photo of her baba and little brother are always there. In front of them.

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They are waiting for a call every day. A call to tell them bodies of their loved ones are found. At least they will know the bones are resting in peace.  They will go to mezar (grave) and say a doa. Asking a Jannah for those beautiful souls. For those brave and beautiful souls. This is all what they hope for.

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They are heroines for me. This child, her mother, her grandma. For being able to live, to smile, to open a doors to the world. A world where the killers, beasts, those evil people are walking free as birds.

Dont forget them. Please. At least don’t forget them from your doa.

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