2/5 ”From 8th to 11th of July 1995 the city of Srebrenica was under final attacks by the Bosnian-Serb army. On 11th of July we went to the old battery factory, which was the Dutch UN base in Potocari, to find protection. My mother walked with the four youngest children, including me. My older sister Fatima, who was nineteen, and my brother Abdulah, who was seventeen, walked together. Because there were so many of us, we decided it would be easier to split up and meet each other at the factory. That day, my mom was wearing traditional clothes. I remember holding on tight to her dress so I wouldn’t lose her. At the old factory, there were thousands of other people trying to find protection. You could see that the Dutch soldiers had no idea what to do with us. We tried to get inside the factory, but it was full, and the doors were closed. We were looking for Abdulah and Fatima, but there were so many people it was pointless. My mother stayed calm the entire time, so I felt safe. That night, we slept outside of the UN base. While people were sleeping, we saw Serbian soldiers picking out the men and taking them away. Many women lay on top of their husbands and sons. They covered them up with blankets so they would not be captured by the soldiers. I remember hearing a man nearby us screaming because they had found him and he was being taken away. After three days, the buses arrived. They said that women and children would get evacuated to Tuzla, which was the safe zone. We went on the bus and hoped to be reunited with my Fatima and Abdulah in Tuzla.

 

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