Naida Sekic, DIPLOMATICALLY INCORRECT’S guest writer, sends Part 5 of “A PLACE TO CALL HOME.” Inspired by one little boy holding a poster, Naida makes a trip to Malaysia to address a lecture for students and professors at the University of Malaysia, her personal contribution to paying tribute to the victims of Srebrenica. Some photos from Naida’s collection of her trip to Malaysia are included. ---Brought to you from Susan Sacirbey and DIPLOMATICALLY INCORRECT “A PLACE TO CALL HOME,” Part 5 -- By, Naida Sekic “Who Are the Learned? Those Who Practice What They Know” As a child I always dreamed of doing something to help my friends in Bosnia and Herzegovina. I have always known that there is something I can do. My thoughts have often taken me to places of goodwill and my mind has often wondered away thinking of how it would be to be my own ambassador of truth and peace. Oh, how many times has my heart dreamed of soaring with the whitest of doves across all skies to shed peace upon man? A generous man once said that even a smile is charity, which is to say that no charity is too small. Bearing this at heart, I allowed myself to pursue my dream of doing just so, striving in my ambition to put a smile to the faces of all heroes, to all people who battle the past in their present to make them realize that I still care! The wings of my dreams flew me to Malaysia where I was to attend a 40-day study trip at a highly respected University. Two months before my departure to Malaysia I spent several days thinking whether I should carry on with the realization of my July 11 commemoration in honor of the victims of Genocide in Bosnia and Herzegovina. A thousand thoughts kept running through my mind; am I ready for this? Can I really do this? Perhaps I am being nothing but a silly little girl with a silly little dream thinking she can make a silly little difference in this silly little world? Silly or not, I decided to put my fears of failure aside as the love for my home and the race of my heart to do good stood victorious before my worries of inadequacy. July 11, 2011 – sixteen years after the Bosnian and Herzegovinian Holocaust in Srebrenica - and there I was, standing in a lecture theatre before students and professors at the University in Malaysia as the voice of the voiceless: “Despite my personal tragedy on my studies on Srebrenica, my hurt and ache do not even begin to compare with the open wounds and the eternal scars upon the delicate souls of the survivors of Genocide, for I am not the Mother of a butchered child, the Father to a slaughtered son, the daughter to an executed Father, nor I am the wife to a murdered Husband; yet I do stand as a sister to thousands upon thousands of forgotten Brothers. I have, for the longest of time thought of how to go about presenting the Grand Injustice of Bosnia and Herzegovina, yet the truth cannot be beautified. Even for those who wish to stretch it I say, truth will forever stand victorious; hence I decided to go with the teachings of my beloved Mother, for she taught me to always speak my heart. Therefore, I wish for my heart and my intentions to be cleansed and make this event explicitly dedicated to the victims of the whole of Bosnia and Herzegovina and of the Srebrenica Genocide, to all the innocent souls that have tasted the acidity of indescribable hatred being burnt onto their bodies. But also, to all people, who have fallen dead to the unimaginable evils of man; they too are remembered in our prayers. From being a rather shy, yet happy child, I have grown into a strong and independent young woman; and despite all hardships in life, I wish to be a young woman of faith in the goodness of man, with the sole intention of speaking the truth, spreading the truth, and practicing the truth. It all began six years ago on July 11 2005, when I for the very first time sat with my Mother to watch the 10th memorial commemoration of the Srebrenica Genocide. That day marked an important milestone in the lives of many people, including my own – for ten years prior, thousands of people faced the savage experience of Genocide, whilst ten years later, the desire to spread the truth of their experiences blossomed in the heart of a little twelve year old girl. One memory that has followed me ever since is the picture of a little boy holding a big poster saying “SREBRENICA – JAVI SE, BABO” – which may be translated into “Father, call for me”. Later on, I found out that that little boy was searching for his Father, in hopes of finding him alive. From that moment on, I decided to do my very best in the little way I can to prevent such crimes from being committed in the future by speaking of them, for no child should ever have to live an ambiguous life, thinking whether his Father lies beneath the soil of several mass graves carved up into pieces or if he remains complete. This memory of mine lays as the ground to this commemoration, which marks 16 years after the biggest human atrocity in Europe after the Horrific Years of the Second World War. Today, Bosnia and Herzegovina is to bury an additional 613 of 8,372 victims of Genocide. Say a silent prayer, will you?” ---To Be Cont’d. --From Susan Sacirbey Facebook: Become a Fan at “DIPLOMATICALLY INCORRECT” & “BOSNIA TV”” Follow on TWITTER @DiplomaticallyX More Film & Blog Reports: Part I – “A Place To Call Home,” By Naida Sekic: diplomaticallyincorrect.org/films/blog_post/more-from-naida-sekic-a-member-of-the-bosnian-herzegovinian-diaspora-from-susan-sacirbey/42329 Part 2 “A Place to Call Home” By Naida Sekic diplomaticallyincorrect.org/films/blog_post/a-place-to-call-home-part-2-by-naida-sekic/42873 Part 3 “A Place to Call Home” By Naida Sekic diplomaticallyincorrect.org/films/blog_post/a-place-to-call-home-part-3-by-naida-sekic/43124 Part 4: “A Place to Call Home” By Naida Sekic diplomaticallyincorrect.org/films/blog_post/a-place-to-call-home-part-4-by-naida-sekic/43358 Diplomatically Incorrect Channels: diplomaticallyincorrect.org/c/diplomatically-incorrect Bosnia Channels: diplomaticallyincorrect.org/c/bosnia