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With Bosnians warriors and injured
Mohammad Hussein Ghadami
Translated by: Zahra Hosseinian
2019-7-30
During the twenty-fourth anniversary of the Srebrenica Massacre in the Bosnian War, I remembered those days when some of the Bosnian warriors and wounded had been brought to Iran for treatment, and I left the conex box, where used as a small office for Literature and Art of Resistance, and visited them to hear and record their story and memories. I conversed with disabled veterans and injured who were accommodated in Enghelab Hotel and being treated in various hospitals of Tehran.
We took them to the shrine of Imam Khomeini, visited museums, watched football matches in Azadi Stadium, and finally we invited some of their narrators to our ‘Night of Memories’ event. One of them, who was the guest of fourth ‘Night of Memories’ event on April 8, 1993, said: ‘I’m Javad Sinanovich. I’m nineteen years old and student in the field of Electronics. I was injured five months ago. When the enemy began to massacre Muslims in our city, I and my friends prepared for fighting and moved toward the out of city. We encountered and clashed with the Serbian army at eight o'clock in the morning. After moments of hit-and-run fighting, I collided with a mine and lost my leg. I liked to stay and fight along with my friends, but unfortunately, they sent me back. When I was returning, I saw the horrible scene of cutting the head of a Muslim mother and her son, and I passed out. As I regained my consciousness in the hospital, screamed, ‘take me back, I want to take revenge’, but I was shocked and passed out for two days. I've not hear of my siblings, and don’t know what has happened to them. I thank the physicians who treat me and also the hospitality of great Iranian. I wish there would be no war anywhere in the world.’
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