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IF YOU CAN READ IT AND RATE 1-10; 10 BEING THE BEST.. THANKS It was July 11, 1995 in Bosnia and Herzegovina, almost three years after the first Serb invasion in Bosnia and Herzegovina. The Serbian Army was ordered under Serbian war leader, Radovan Karadzic to massacre every Muslim civilian in Srebrenica, a town in the Eastern part of Bosnia-Herzegovina. They tortured, raped, and massacred more than 10,000 Bosnian people, most of whom were men. Men were seen as the stronger sex and they had to be destroyed, because otherwise, they would fight back and this would cause even more conflict. During the three year period, my parents and I lived in Srebrenica along with most of my aunts, uncles, and cousins. We all shared our home since it was much cheaper for electricity and heat during the winter. We shared food and worked together to survive each and every day. Living together made us feel safe and secure. We felt that no one could hurt us in any way. For as long as we had each other, everything would be fine. However, we would soon find out that our happy moments were close to coming to an end. The Serbian Army raided through Srebrenica, burning down houses and building and forcing people out of their homes and when the innocent people tried to run from the soldiers, they would kill them. I did not see one person who was able to run away. Next stop was our house. My aunts and uncles were upstairs in the house and the soldiers found them and took them outside. That was the last time I ever saw them. My parents and I were able to escape down to our basement, praying to God that the soldier raiding our house would not find us. We heard the soldier yelling in the house for anyone to come out. We were sure he was going to find us right away, but he didn’t. He walked out of the house and went to our next door neighbor. Hiding in that basement with my parents was one of the scariest moments of my life. It was only a matter of time and they would come to the basement and find us. I wished someone would just find us and kill us already because the pain of waiting was too hard to deal with. Eventually they were going to find us and kill us, so why not let it be sooner than later? Any second one of the soldiers could check the basement an shoot us or worse, torture us. Torture was much worse. I saw how one of the soldiers took a Sledgehammer and beat our neighbor torturing him from feet to head, beating every inch of his body until he beat the life out of him. This made me so sick to my stomach. I constantly had to throw up. My parents held me in their arms and told me not to worry. They told me that whatever happens now is in God’s hands. They both cried softly. All Thanks to God, because my parents and I escaped this brutal world. We came to the United States shortly after escaping from the basement. My life in the United States is one I could not even dream of in that basement. I have my parents and my whole life ahead of me. I do not have to be scared for my life anymore. I have so much opportunity to live a good life in the United States and to make my parents proud of who I become. They moved to the United States for me so that I can live the better life. My family means the world to me. In that basement I almost lost them. If I lose them, I lose everything.

Public Comments

1. Wow! this is a intresting story you must of took a long time typing it. I rate 10 out of 10 because its fabulous
2. It feels very real and believable,but from the pace shown, it appears that this story is a short story rather than a full-blown novel. but I think is very good so far. Keep writing
3. A 10. wow you must be feeling really good right now
4. it's a 10 for sure..you had me wanting more,it was beautiful,keep writing..god is great,and there after all..thank you.