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THREAD: I’ve been trying to figure out how to put the tornado of emotions I’m feeling into words over this article.
See, I am Bosnian American! My heart forever devided in two parts. Bosnia will always be the apple of my eye, my last word, my last breath.
She is the reason I am
See, I am Bosnian American! My heart forever devided in two parts. Bosnia will always be the apple of my eye, my last word, my last breath.
She is the reason I am
2. who and what I am. You may know me as outspoken, take no bs, but cause no harm kind of person. That is who I am, at my core. I am also, multiethnic and multireligions, child of a country whose people have for centuries faced the end of someone’s blade.
3. I am the strength of my two peoples, the blood of my Bosnian dragons and the spirit of my American eagles. I carrie them in my soul as badges of honor won in the bloodiest battles. Surviving the Bosnian war during my teenage years left me forever scared, burdened and damaged
4. by the atrocities my people and I were forced to live through. Why, you may ask, why did it happen? Why was a breathtakingly beautiful little country in the heart of Europe, with the warmest, most welcoming and giving people thrown into chaos of hatred and genocide?
5. Because a handful of people saw nationalism as the perfect way to seize power and rule! We, the Bosnians(in this article the writer refers to us Muslims) were the Resistance. We were attacked by our own military, the one we funded with our taxes and manned with our youth.
6. We were handed over by our beloved neighbors and friends to the blood thirsty enemy for slaughter. Our women raped, our children tortured and killed in front of us, our men killed en masse. Our homes and factories, places of worship, our schools & playgrounds burned to ashes.
7. As Bosnia burned, the world watched & did nothing! They couldn’t be bothered. We weren’t significant enough for them to lift their fat little fingers to save a small nation from being annihilated. However, that’s not the point of my story. The point is the similarities between
8. those days in Bosnia right before that first gun went off & the ones we are living through now. We are fighting with our neighbors & friends over who and how America should be run. Who is worthy of having a place at the table of the ever elusive American dream and who isn’t.
9. Who’s American and who’s not. Who should be considered a patriot and who a deserter of the Constitution! Who is worthy of human rights and who’s not! So many similarities in the way this President speaks to the way Milošević spoke in ‘91. The accumulation of power, the guns,
10. the nationalism crazed people. The threats, the fear mongering. The language we use to describe each other and our shortcomings.
Open your eyes before it’s too late! It sounds so cliche, but couldn’t be more true.
Don’t let my adopted country and my adopted people suffer
Open your eyes before it’s too late! It sounds so cliche, but couldn’t be more true.
Don’t let my adopted country and my adopted people suffer
11. the bloody faith of my birth country. Do better now, while there is still time. Unfortunately, love doesn’t always win, sometimes it’s used against you to obliterate everything you ever knew.
#Resistance
#Resist
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#Resistance
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