Ti nisi više san
Ti si suza iz sna
Bossanium moja Bossnium moja
Bolna mi ne bila
Ti privjesak ničiji nisi. Ni čest. Ni prćija.
Bosna si bila. Bosna ćeš biti. Bosna bosanska sva.
Osvajača tvojih silnih tko više i imena zna?
A ti si i dalje Bossana moja Bosna bosanska sva.
Bisseno, Bosseno, Bosno moja.
Tko te svojatao ne bi kad su i voda i ptica i cvijet bivak našli u tebi.
Ginut će za tebe Bošnjak tvoj ma bila pod noktima sva.
Da nikada više
Bolna mi ne budeš
Suzo moja iz sna.
"Rape culture was intertwined with colonization from the very beginning. Rape of Native women was one of the colonizers’ tools of oppression. None of this is new. This is older than America. When we talk about rape culture in America, we are talking about something that has a legacy wrapped up in the genocide of Native peoples. This does not affect only Native American women; this affects all American women."
Elissa Washuta, on her new memoir My Body is a Book of Rules, which explores her identity as a bipolar Native woman survivor of sexual violence [source] (via nitanahkohe)
Young Somali refugees living in the world’s largest refugee camp, in Kenya, have sent letters of encouragement to Syrian refugee children who have also had to flee their homeland. The young Somali students reside in the Dadaab refugee camp, in north-eastern Kenya. It is home to nearly 400,000 refugees, the majority of whom have fled conflict, drought and famine in Somalia over the last 23 years. Care International, the aid agency that provides many basic services at the camp, organised the pen pal exchange and delivered the handwritten letters to Syrian children at the Refugee Assistance Centre in Amman, Jordan.They offer messages of solidarity, encouragement and advice to their “dear brothers and sisters”.
An estimated 120,000 landmines still litter the Bosnian countryside since the end of the war there in 1995, making daily life a challenge for hundreds of thousands of people. In May, the worst floods in over a century dislodged countless mines and deposited them in new locations, from farm fields to the back yards of local residents. The flooding also unearthed previously undiscovered mass graves, making some citizens hopeful that they may finally be reunited with the remains of their lost loved ones.
I don’t write for people who want an “objective point of view” without any sort of “bias” (which means, aligning yourself with the oppressor/dominant narrative). The push for absence of emotion from prose is the push to silence those who are oppressed/undergo injustice. It’s erasing the very human aspect of what oppression is all about — about silencing resistance.
"Why do I write? Cause I have to. Cause my voice, in all its dialects has been silenced too long. Cause women are still abused as naturally as breath. Peoples are still without land. Slavery exists, hunger persists and mothers cry. My mother cries. Those are reasons enough, but there are so many more."
Suheir Hammad, author’s preface “Born Palestinian, Born Black”
one of the most beautifully said explanations for the power/ use of writing
This body of work is inspired by Sarajevo Roses, which are monuments to the civilians who lost their lives on the streets of Sarajevo. Mortar shells falling on the city left characteristic splattered imprints on the pavement. Wherever a mortar shell caused one or more deaths the imprint was filled in with red resin.Its distinct shape resembles the image of a flower hence they were named Sarajevo Roses. The sublime beauty of Sarajevo Roses is captivating. It lies in the conflict between the beauty of these red shapes on the pavement and the meaning they carry.
by Nina Rupena
11.541 civilians were killed during the siege of Sarajevo. The siege was the longest siege of a city in European history.
Yesterday [28th August] marked the 19th anniversary of yet another massacre committed against the civilian population in Sarajevo capital of Bosnia.
43 were killed and 84 wounded, this was among the last attacks on civilians in Sarajevo by Serb snipers.
A survivor recall his memories:
"At the moment of the explosion I was seven meters away from the place where the bomb fell. I am shaking, chills go through me. I knew a great number of the killed. Two of my friends were there and we smoked together. We smoked half of it, half we didn’t. Both of them were killed.
I lost my left leg, and two toes from the right. I was also wounded in my stomach, I was paralyzed for two years. Every year it is more difficult, every year I am more and more disabled.
I was standing there with my friends when I just heard the denotations of the grenades, and I fell […]”
He says how he never walks pass the memorial without looking at it. He also witnessed at the tribunal in Hague.
"I was there twice, to the trials against Karadzic and Mladic. At the Hague they ask me, how many meters were there? To them the meters matter, they wonder if there were 7 or 10? I didn’t measure it, but to this day I can show the place where it happened. They want to say this was a civil war, but I have not for one day carried a gun in this war. This was aggression, this was genocide", said Ismet Svraka.