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Fatima Salihović

We are allegedly safe in Srebrenica now, because the Canadian battalion has arrived. But they’ve taken the little weapons we had away from us. They’ve even taken our one tank, for which we have no ammunition. We’d hoped to get some somehow from Tuzla or Sarajevo.

I’m heading to the Dutch UN base in Potočari. Mum has set off already with Abdulah and Almasa.

Arrived at the Potočari base. I had to literally hold onto the side of an overcrowded UNPROFOR truck to get here.

We’ve been told by UN interpreters that all men aged over 15 need to add their names to a list. I think they think this is a good thing to do.

Serb forces have taken my brother, Abdulah. He’s only 18.

We were supposed to walk out in pairs. As we approached the trucks and buses, I started noticing groups of Serbs. There was one Serb who was making all the men stay behind. I knew my brother had no chance of getting past him. (1/2)

I walked with him all the time, and then asked my friend Nihada to stay with him behind me, to walk with him behind me. I would walk in front. I’ll never forgive myself for doing that. Abdulah, volim te. (2/2)