We All Cry You Srebrenica
18,000 innocent people were killed in Bosnia for no reason. Kids, men, women, old, and young dragged into a mass grave then killed with cold blood.
I can’t imagine a picture of the scene. I immediately cry when I hear the voice of a child asking for help or a small girl screaming while she was raped.
وطفلة مثل حسن الشمس إذ طلعت ** كأنما هي ياقوت ومرجان
يقودها العلج للمكروه مكرهة ** والعين باكية والقلب حيران
لمثل هذا يبكي القلب من كمد ** إن كان في القلب إسلام وإيمان
I want to tell all Bosnians that I feel exactly that it’s my loss too. I remember them all the time and I cry. Crying will not get them back. I cry because I wasn’t there when they needed my help. I’m sorry, I can’t write more.
July 9th, 2005 - Posted in Comments, News, Thoughts | |
