My name is Nasima Ohran, I am 14 years old and this is my story.
I searched the streets for water, & try to remember my childhood as I run from corner to corner of houses without being attacked. I was a happy little girl, a happy 5 year old that loved to be active, loved to play,I was free and had freedom. I played with my siblings and friends after school. But, if I still have any friends today, most of the, would be dead!
I saw my best friends & family members die with my own eyes. a tear tries to swim down my eye, but I hold it in and try to forget everything.I remember the elections a few months ago. The Serbians elected Slobodan Milosovic,
the Croatians elected Tujman, and us the Bosnians elected Alya Izabegovic. I
remember how we were all so excited to find out who would be elected, but now I'm
pretty sure most of us regret it all. Those three men that broke our nation, that destryed
people's lives, that ruined children's childhoods! As far as I know, know one is going to
be forgiving them any time soon, NO ONE!
I was suppose to start grade 9 this year, go to a new school, make new friends and
meet my old ones too. But, because of the war no one could leave there houses, or
what ever shelter they have left. I honestly love school, I love learning new things, I was
weak in some subjects like math, but I always tried.
To be honest , in the beginning no one really knew what was going on, why people were
shooting and killing each other with snipers, guns, grenades, etc. But, we finally
understood, they wanted us dead, they mainly wanted the Bosnians gone because of
their faith, their beliefs, their religion ? Now I don't know much about all this stuff, but
that is just wrong.
I find some water, and fill all the buckets and put the, back on the wagon and finally run
back home, well we live in a apartment, and obviously we can't stay up there
, so everyone from the apartment live or hide , what ever you want to call it, stay there.
I get home and quickly give each family a bucket of water, while the other teens and
adults come back with food and things to keep us warm. It's cold outside, almost
everyday someone brings furniture made of wood or what ever so we can burn it to
keep ourselves warm in the cold seasons. I cuddle in with my little brother , Dervo while
everyone is cuddled into each other. Dervo falls asleep, and soon i find myself sleeping
too.
3 YEARS LATER
It's been three years since we've been in the basement, we haven't seen outside on our
own feet for years. Things have gotten worse, but I guess I'm use to it by now, yet it still
scares me. Every minute there's an explosion, and every second someone dies. I don't
know when this will stop, when we will be free, when we will be able to walk on the
streets and hang out with my friends and family, if there's anyone left. I hope Adalita is
