It’s our victory to come back to Srebrenica, to help humanity and repair mosques and houses. I feel those around me who committed the crimes are afraid because we’re here again. It’s our victory that we can speak and write about these crimes, yet we still feel fear to talk about it. Even when I tweet or write, I don’t feel safe but what can we do if we don’t fight for the truth. We need to do this to change something. When I die, I can tell God I tried to do something but it’s difficult. We have to change our own situation; we can’t wait for others.
Refugees are people without hope. I didn’t want to hear the word, when someone called me a refugee, I was ashamed of it. As a refugee you have nothing, you are always afraid of something and you are always running away from something. Wherever you go it’s not your land or your hometown. I was ashamed because people spoke badly about us. Why did you leave? Why did you come here to take our land? They laughed at our speech, behaviour and clothing. There’s a stigma.