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Syrian, Ogaden, Iraqi, Congolese, Iranian, Jews – all diaspora worldwide share the same aspiration and hopes. The following poignant essay from Naida Sekic, a member of the Bosnian diaspora now living in Sweden,  reflects upon dreams of her homeland and desire for “ONCE MORE, NEVER AGAIN.”



“Our crowns have been paid for by the blood from the lynching. Even though they hadn’t tasted freedom, they knew they were planting the seeds of the free that would bear the fruit that is now you.”


Before the brush of dusk paints the sky a thousand shades of velvet blue, the sun stretches its rays and yawns; whispers sweat dreams and falls asleep, I too put my mind to rest. I close my eyes and travel to the land of my dreams. The journey from here to there is instantaneous. Upon arrival I am greeted by an orchestra of leaves who sing along with the breeze. The wind plays in my hair and the sun dances across my face as I fall in love beneath the cherry blossoms. I am taken by everything my gaze beholds; the waters, the greeneries, the mountains, the flowers, the rain, everything. A flock of birds fly across the horizon. Surely their wings are set to take them home, where they belong. I make my way across the bridge down to the river to wash my face and hands. I notice a heap of bones in the water. Upon a closer look, I see thousands of them. Who has eaten the flesh and sucked the blood of these bones? I open my eyes to darkness. I am no longer asleep. Once again Bosnia keeps me up.


As long as the darkest shades of love run through my veins and open my heart to life, I cannot stand by and watch my home die yet a thousand deaths. I am too in love with humanity to remain indifferent before this. This is why I write to tell the tales of those who can speak no more. And so at night, when the stars shine the brightest, I light a candle and pour myself a fine cup of Moroccan mint green tea, I take my pen and paper and write NEVER AGAIN; never again to genocide, to ethnic cleansing, to rape, to hunger, to slaughter, to evil; never again to no one and nowhere. I write of how I dream of a Bosnia where one will not be judged by their name, but by the content of their character; I dream of a Bosnia where humanity stands victorious, where love conquers the hearts of those who fear and where trust serves as the beacon of light to guide us to new friendships. I dream of a Bosnia where justice sings the song of freedom a thousand times over, where the rains wash away her tears and give birth to new hopes and new loves. My dream is to not only dream but to work for such a Bosnia.


The spirit of my country has been battered more than once. We have been put to the ground. Stepped upon. Spit upon. Raped and beaten. We have bled a thousand oceans. But never have we broken. Our spirit has been hurt, but never razed. I must believe, and I do believe that life will spring in Bosnia and Herzegovina today and for always.



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“There are not five Bosnias. There is only one Bosnia. Our Bosnia.”  Naida Sekic, a member of the Bosnian diaspora who lives in Sweden, has been a guest writer for Diplomatically Incorrect. Following is her latest essay which exemplifies the love of her roots.     — Brought to you from Susan Sacirbey



“What actions are most excellent? To gladden the heart of a human being, to feed the hungry, to help the afflicted, to lighten the sorrow of the sorrowful, and to remove the wrongs of the injured.”

Bosnians are so international nowadays. We are scattered all over the world – Sweden, Germany, Norway, Austria, Denmark, America, Canada, Australia, you name it. We travel these places to visit our loved ones. We catch up; we sip several cups of coffee (preferably Bosnian coffee) and talk about our children, and how they are doing in school, at work. We make zeljanica, sirnica, burek, japrak, ćevap, čorba and hurmašice and we enjoy ourselves. Oh, I almost forgot to mention bread. Bosnians love bread. We eat bread with nearly everything. We make jokes and try our hardest not to reminisce the past. But one cannot escape the past when it so fiercely haunts the present. Still, are we to escape the past or deal with the past? Enough running. Bosnians must deal with the past in order to heal from the past. To heal, we must seek the truth from within. We must drown our fears, free our hearts and open our eyes and choose to see what lies before us. We must value the severity of yesterday and understand the reality of today. We must know that we are worthy of healing. But if only that easy. Healing of the heart, mind and soul is rather difficult when society encourages one to remain in tragedy rather than to flourish in bliss.
We all have our reasons for our difficulties. Late Marek Edelman once said, “Europe has learned nothing from the Holocaust. Nothing has been done to put an end to these murders. What is happening in Bosnia and Herzegovina is a posthumous victory for Hitler.” Consequently, there are thousands upon thousands of stories to be told of grave hurt and betrayal. But should we burden the world with our stories any longer? Yes, yes, and yes! We must share, speak, and write our experiences of injustice in order to spark the flames of knowledge and humanity and inspire the minds of tomorrow to walk toward better days. My story of refuge began in late April 1993. My mother took me from my cradle at eight months. I left with no memories of my home. But I was determined to make my memories of Bosnia, and I was determined to know the truth of our suffering. My regular travels to Bosnia; my readings and my meetings with survivors over the years have helped me in my understandings. I am determined not give up on my country and our finest value, namely multiculturalism. There are not five Bosnias. There is only one Bosnia. Our Bosnia.

Yes, Bosnians are very international indeed. We are great travelers. We have upgraded ourselves as we no longer travel with plastic bags but with proper suitcases. Today we have time to plan what to bring, we no longer need to rush as before. But what lay behind our sudden thirst for adventure in 1992-1995? Genocide and ethnic cleansing. All changed overnight as they came knocking at the door of the heart-shaped lands, ready to lead the cattle to slaughter; men, women and children alike. In spite of our educations, jobs, successes and failures; we must never forget who we are, and we should never shame for our roots. “I prayfor eyes that see the best in others, a tongue that speaks not of evil and a heart that never loses faith.”

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Blog Report: MY BOSNIA, I CALL YOU “MOTHER” – Brought to you from Susan Sacirbey  – Diplomatically Incorrect
“Where we love is home, home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.” This quote by Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. capsulizes plight of so many displaced & refugees in today’s world. Naida Sekic, member of Bosnian diaspora, & a guest writer for Diplomatically Incorrect, returned from a summer visit to Bosnia. Her essay below describes hurt of separation.

Blog Report: Srebrenica Remembered, Brought to you from Susan Sacirbey & Diplomatically Incorrect
“May grievance become hope; may revenge become justice; may mothers’ tears become prayers, that Bosnia and Herzegovina, and Srebrenica never happens again; to no-one and nowhere! “Javi Se, Babo”  “Father, call for me” — These words are emblazoned in the mind, heart, and psyche of Naida Sekic, contributing guest writer for Diplomatically Incorrect. –More–

BOSNIA & HERZEGOVINA – RISE FROM THE ASHES? From Susan Sacirbey, Diplomatically Incorrect
Bosnia & Herzegovina remembers the 20 year siege of Sarajevo, start of war, & admission to the UNNaida Sekic, our guest writer, raises questions about what has happened to Bosnia in those two decades.  Naida’s essay is a fitting reminder for World Refugee Day, recognized this week on 20 June. What lessons have we, the global society, learned in 20 years, & will we rise from the ashes?

OPEN OUR HEARTS – Brought to you by Susan Sacirbey
4 June is designated as the “International Day of Innocent Children – Victims of Aggression.” From Afghanistan to the Republic of the Congo, the streets of Syria and Darfur and the Ogaden, the world watches. Diplomatically Incorrect has chosen to provide you with a very personal and poignant essay, “Jedna Si Jedina” (You’re the Only One) from our guest writer, Naida Sekic. –More–

INTERNATIONAL CHILDREN’S DAY, Brought to you by Susan Sacirbey

The world celebrates International Children’s Day, 1 June, 2012.  While individual countries have specific targets – Nigeria to eliminate childhood killer pneumonia, China to recognize child health in rural areas, there is room for improvement in all disciplines: health, culture, law, sports, & education. DI’s guest writer Naida Sekic contributes her article re education. –More–

IGNORANCE IS A CHOICE, Brought to you by Susan Sacirbey & Diplomatically Incorrect
As Bosnia & Herzegovina commemorates its 20 Years of Independence, the Start of War, & Admission to the UN, Naida Sekic contributed a story calling to mind the world cannot profess ignorance, forget the horrors of war — its deaths, its torture, & consequences of systematic rape. Children were borne. They deserve our mutual love & respect as they, too are the future of BiH & the World. –More–

During 1992-95, systematic rape was employed as a tool of war in Bosnia & Herzegovina. Naida Sekic, a member of the Bosnian diaspora contributed a special story, “The Screams of Neretva” which received high acclamation & comments from Diplomatically Incorrect’s readers. Naida has now provided “From Soul to Soul”, a sequel to the story along with an opening message for hope, truth, & justice. –More–

THE SCREAMS OF NERETVA, From  Susan Sacirbey at Diplomatically Incorrect
During 1992-95, systematic rape was employed as a tool of war in Bosnia & Herzegovina.  In 2012,  Bosnia & Herzegovina commemorates its 20 Years of  Independence, the Start of War, and its Admission to the United Nations. We hear from a member of its diaspora, Naida Sekic, who has contributed as a guest writer for Diplomatically Incorrect before. Don’t miss her new submission. –More–