Volume 10 No. 3 (2015): July

- Witness of Genocide: I have to tell the truth to oppose oblivion

It is July 9th today. On this day, 20 years ago, I was almost nine years old which are symbolized by these nine flowers of Srebrenica on my clothes today. I survived genocide. Once in life one can be the child which I never was. I will never know what a carefree childhood looks like. Because my childhood had been  []

- Lullaby

How delicate and fragile you are How beautiful and pure Like every child when born Your hair silken and bedewed Like the leaves of a young plant’s stem in April Your lips are rose buds still to blossom Hands the blue intimation of dawn Legs as though you have none, you poor thing They are like two lilies for caressing  []