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Aida Alic

U potpunosti se slažem sa porodicama stradalih.

enes sahbaz

Elvira Crnic, Rotterdam

Neke stvari jednostavno ne smiju pasti u zaborav, jer ako zaboravimo onda se nije nikad ni desilo!!!

Maciej Falski, Poljska

Ne smije se zaboraviti to sto se desilo. Niti tko je to pocinio.

adis talic , njemacka

nikad da se zaboravi sta se desilo

sanela sahbaz, svedska

Alma i Armin K.

 zalosno je sve ovo ,ali nadam seda cemo da uspijemo.

Hasan Hadzic, Arnhem

Selma Kapo, Rotterdam

Kapo Miralem, Rotterdam

Damir Nurkic, Zenica

Aida Kadic,Graz

Edvin Seferovic, Bec / Wien / Vienna

Lamija Hasecic,Graz

Ne smijemo zaboraviti to sto se desilo. Niti tko je to pocinio.

Nikad ne smijemo da zaboravimo sta se desilo a ni u kom slucaju da halalimo

Osman Crnic

Ismeta Crnic-Alic

Budimo slozni "Zatvorimo rudnik u Omarskoj" Nedozvolimo onima koji su nas klali i mucili da ruse i pregraduju djelove rudnika, rudnik pripada nama mi smo ga krvlju natopili i zivotima platili pa bi sad oni da poniste sve tragove i sjecanja na pokolj koji su tu pocinuli. Nedozvolimo zbog onih koji su ubijeni tu, zbog nas koji smo prezivjeli i za buduce generacije koje dolaze da znaju sta se desilo.

Ermin Pervanic, Uppsala/Sweden

Suur, Andre Den Haag

jan vissenberg dat monument moet er komen.

Enisa Karagic-Aliskovic

Edin Karagic Rotterdam

Edi i Alen Karagic Rotterdam

Hasan Aliskovic Rotterdam

Majda Aliskovic-Halilovic Rotterdam

Asim Aliskovic Jonkoping

Asija Aliskovic-Hamulic Jonkoping

Ferida Aliskovic Jonkoping

Gerda Streefkerk Ridderkerk

Lizanne in 't Veld

Jan Woord

Debbie Vuijk

Leon de Ruiter

Nicole Floor

Evelien Platvoet Den Haag

Ercan Bayrakdar Rotterdam

Sanel Karagic Schiedam

Zijada Karagic-Dupovac

Abdeladim Boujairan Rotterdam

Hatita Mahdad rotterdam

Sabina Gazic, Amsterdam

Daniel Kock Rotterdam

Edita Catic-Jakupovic Rotterdam

Fuad Catic Rotterdam

Nira Jakupovic Lekkerkerk

Ibrahim Jakupovic Lekkerkerk

Nedjad Denic Purmerend

Semira Trnjanin-Denic

Erwin Denic Nederland

Aldina Denic Purmerend

Ja se zovem Zahid Velic zaboravio sam napisati ime, poslo text pa onda ime ima ispod texta

Dude Crnic, Rotterdam

Hasan Elkasovic

Olja Elkasovic

Alen Elkasovic, svi smo trenutno nastanjeni u Njemackoj (Hasan i Olja)

Vanja Djemidzic

Justice for all !!

Mirza Saracevic

Suvad,Sebina

http://www.kevljani.eu

Urmia Neslo

Nedzad Voljevica, Sarajevo

Albina, Grozdanic

Ria Kalf-Eikenaar rotterdam

Astrid Boers te Rotterdam

mukesh jaddoe bergschenhoek

Henk Dekker Rotterdam

Dautovic Mirzet i Melisa, Lugano CH

Ina Mengelkamp te Rotterdam

Rinus Mengelkamp te Rotterdam

Klara Mengelkamp te Rotterdam

Henny Nouwen te Rotterdam

Riek Sanders te Rotterdam

Ger Sanders te Rotterdam

David Marquez te Rotterdam

Ester Marquez te Rotterdam

Silvester Klein te Rotterdam

Julie Marquez te Rotterdam

Tatjana Balog

Habibovic Ramiz & Indira

Karabasic Emsud & Amira, Lugano CH

Dautovic Zilha, Lugano CH

Ed Groeneweg

M. Stojcevic, Rotterdam

Judi van der Waal, Dordrecht

Gerrie den Brok, Rotterdam

Eric Netteb, Den Haag

J. Humas, Rotterdam Gedicht : Jonge vrede Kinderen! Wie is klein en wie is groot? Kinderen kunnen net zo dood als grote mensen en die zijn niet eens zo groot als ze elkaar verwensen zonder een grote reden. Want zo was het 15 jaar geleden. Om elkaar beter te bezeren en een goede les te leren kochten ze betere geweren. Maar wat kan een kapotte een dode nog leren? Niets dan te verrotten. Dus houd van elkaar! Want nijd of haat komt altijd veel te vroeg maar echte liefde nooit te laat. Er bestaat geen reden om je stuk te vechten. Zelfs in vrede is er al pijn genoeg. Voor een ieder die deze pijn verdraagd nog een lange tijd voor de boeg Daarvoor is een monument ter nagedachtenis niet veel gevraagd

Melissa Miller

Kees van Til, Rotterdam

Ouarda Baya, Rotterdam, Holland

Povratkom u nasu zemlju u mjesta u kojima su zivjeli nasi predci,izgradnjom nasih kuca,puteva,dzamija mi cemo nastaviti zivot i egzistenciju bosnjaka u Bosni i Hercegovini a posebno u nasoj krajini.

Omarska je bosnjacki ausvic,srbi su balkanski fasisti jedino mjesto gdje se to jos nije prihvatilo je u zabiti srpskih glava.

Budimo jedno,budimo jaki pokazimo da nas nisu unistili i da smo jos jaci..

Za nasu bracu koja nisu prezivjela golgote proucimo fatihu i podignimo obiljezja sa njihovim imenima na svakom ulazu u svako selo i svaki zaseok..

Bivsi logoras logora; Keraterm

                                  Omarska

                                  Manjaca

                                  Trnopolje

Edin(mehe)Kararic 

Amela Gunther

Newport Beach, CA, USA

Alosman Husejnovic, Amsterdam

Amir Jatic, Rotterdam, Nizozemska

Gastan Edin, Njemacka

Preživjeli logoraši i porodice ubijenih i nestalih logoraša moraju imati vodecu ulogu u dizajniranju i upravljanju memorijalnim centrom.

Podržavam u potpunosti.

Eldin Hadžovic, Sarajevo

Danijela Dugandzic, Fondacija CURE, Sarajevo

Azra Atlic, Tuzla

Merima Z., Sarajevo, BiH

Ajdin Sahinpasic, Sarajevo, BiH

Ja, Sarajevo

Uvek i stalno protiv fasizma!

Mirko Stoilkov, Subotica

Belma Buljubasic, Sarajevo

Goran Bubalo, Sarajevo, BiH

Smrt fasizmu,

Amer Obradovic, Stolac, Bosna i Hercegovina

Emina Derviševic, Sarajevo, B&H

Adnan Jabucar

Edina Nurikic, Sarajevo

geology

Enida Turkusic, Sarajevo

Da se ne zaboravi nikad zlo ljudsko

 Bergin Kulenovic, Sarajevo

Hazim Begagic, Sarajevo

Naravno, slazem se u potpunosti s inicijativom. Mjesto tako gnusnog i sistemski provodjenog zlocina ne smije osati neobiljezeno.

Vildana Briga, Sarajevo, B&H

Ne smije se zaboraviti, ne smije...

Goran Salkovic, Sarajevo

N. Stocevic, BiH

Maša Hilcišin, BiH

Suljo Kavazovic , Holandija

Naravno da podrzavam akciju . Nesmije se zaboraviti zlocin

Amir Redzic, BiH

Mirsad Jeleskovic, Njemacka

 Podrzavam akciju. Zlocin se nesmije zaboraviti!

Sven Rustempašic, Sarajevo, Republika Bosna i Hercegovina - podržavam peticiju!

Tarik Mustafic, Njemacka

Da se ne zaboravi, sto se zaboraviti ne moze. Da se ne oprosti sto, se oprostiti ne moze

Podrzavam ovu akciju u potpunosti.

   Amila Omersoftic

 Prevelike su žrtve da bi se smjelo zaboraviti. Pozdravljam inicijativu i zahvaljujem organizatorima

Dzenana Curak, Svedska

Podrzavam peticiju! Zlocin u logoru Omarska se nikada i nikako ne smije zaboraviti!

Aldijana Trbonja, Mostar, Bosna i Hercegovina

Nizar Al-Tinawi, Sarajevo

Jasko Hubjer, Toronto, Kanada

Naravno da se slazem, i potpisujem peticiju!

Merisa Aleckovic, SWE

Takodjer se slažem i svojevoljno je potpisujem.

Goc

Sarajevo, Bosnia and Herzegovina

Potpisujem peticiju. Pridruzuju se i clanovi moje obitelji - Hajra, Alma i Mirza.

Saljem Vam i jedan tekst kojeg sam sacuvao iz londonskog The Guardian-a .

Molim Vas da inzistirate ne samo na osnivanju Memorajalnog centra u Omarskoj (i na drugim stratstima), vec i na hvatanju i kaznjavanju osoba koje su pocinile ratni zlocin,  a koje svakodnevno srecete u Prijedoru i okolini.

Posebno molim logorase da  istrajavate na zahtjevu na ukidanju RS jer je ona nastala nelegalno, njena vojska i policija na celu sa civilnom rukovodstvom je pocinila ratne zlocine i genocid, te je kao takvu - kao izvor zla - treba uklinuti. Na tome treba posebno inzistirati kod bosnjackih politicara i uleme koji - mada govore suprotno, udarnicki rade na legalizaciji RS, priznajuci  relano stanje na terenu pocinjeno genocidom kojeg cimantira Daytonski sporazum, a i svaka vrsta ustavnih promjena - makar bilo promjinjeno jedno slovo toga, nikada nesuvojenog dokumenta - on se usvaja cijeli i Bosna ostaje u posjedu nasih katila i dusmana! Osobno,  nikada necu pristati na takvo sto, a vi, logorasi imate puni kredibilitet i moralno pravo na zahtjev za ukidanjem RS i uspostavom RBiH na cijeloj teritoriji drzave.

 S postovanjem

Ibrahim Halilovic , bivsi novinar TV Sarajevo,  urednik i izdavac knjige Nusreta Sivca: "Kolika je u Prijedoru carsija", Windsor, Canada

Evo teksta iz The Guardiana

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| Ed Vuliamy

Guardian Weekly

They walk in slow procession across a field of summer flowers, through the scent of mint into the nightmare of their memories. They arrive this time as survivors, not prisoners. Or else they come to pay homage to dead relatives at this accursed place: the now disused iron ore mine at Omarska, in northwest Bosnia. In 1992 it was a concentration camp, the location of an orgy of killing, mutilation, beating and rape, prior to enforced deportation for those lucky enough to survive. The victims were Bosnian Muslims and some Croats, the perpetrators their Serbian neighbours.
They move, tentatively, on this day of commemoration among desolate, rust-coloured industrial buildings, haunted by what happened within them. Nusreta Sivac places a flower on each space of floor where her dead friends once slept in the quarters for women who "served food and cleaned the walls of the torture rooms, covered with blood" - quarters just across a hallway from the now empty office where she was, like them, serially raped, night after night. And she passes the window from which she watched the slaughter of men on the asphalt below, day in, day out.
Satko Mujagic knows that asphalt well: his two-year-old daughter now plays with a ball on the very spot where he had been too weak to line up for bread because of dysentery, and had to be supported by his father. Later, the child picks a daisy. "You do this where your father lay bleeding," says one of the party. "Being here gives me the feeling of understanding nothing," says Satko. "The violence here was nothing to do with anything, not even war. It is unfathomable."
Young Sehiba Jakupovic, her face contorted with grief, stares around the rooms in a building called the White House from which hardly anyone emerged alive; her husband Alem was among those who perished. "I have a 12-year-old now," she says quietly, "just a baby at the time."
Nusreta tells the story of a family typical of Omarska and its legacy; one family among the thousands. "It was the night of one of their saints, St Peter," she recalls. "The guards were drunk and set tyres on fire, singing their songs and screaming as they took prisoners out to jump on them and beat them to death. One man, Becir Medunjanin, was being jumped upon, while his wife Sadeta watched from our quarters. She cried out, 'What are they doing to him?' and I tried to calm her lest she lost control and was taken out too. Sadeta was later killed as well. They had two sons; one had already been killed when they shelled the village - Sadeta always said that if she survived Omarska she would find his body to give it a proper burial. The other, Anes, survived Omarska, the only member of the family to live. He came with me just recently to identify Sadeta's body and gave his DNA. 'That is my mother,' he said."
The date of this commemoration of the camp's closure - August 6 - is branded into these people's minds. And I have a stake in all this: for the closure of Omarska followed the day after the putrid afternoon of August 5, 1992, on which it had been my accursed honour to find a way into this place, along with a crew from ITN.
We saw little that day, but enough: terrified men emerging from a hangar, in various states of decay - some skeletal, heads shaven - and drilled across a asphalt yard, under the watchful eye of a machine-gun post, into a canteen where they wolfed down watery bean stew like famished dogs, skin folded like parchment over their bones. "I do not want to tell any lies," said one prisoner, "but I cannot tell the truth." And it is strange - traumatic, indeed - to stand again in that now empty canteen; strange to walk that asphalt killing ground.
It is disturbing to wander these dread buildings - where inmates were held and beaten, and whence they were called to their death: buildings forbidden to us that day in 1992, our paths blocked by armed guards and the camp commander, Zjelko Meakic, now awaiting trial in The Hague. Disturbing also to see the so-called Red House, where prisoners' throats were cut.
The feeling is all the more strange when I recognise a man I had met that day, in that same canteen: Sefer Haskic, who is now a joiner in Bolton, revisits the room into which he was crammed. "I was trying to remember the people they killed," he says. "All my friends. They would call out the names, and men would get up, leave us, and never come back. You could hear the screaming, the killing, you could smell burning tyres and dead bodies. Next morning there would usually be about 30 of them: the yellow truck would arrive so that other prisoners could load them up and go to dig graves. The truck would always come back, but the men who loaded it usually not. I was forever waiting my turn, but it never came - I still can't believe I'm alive." Sefer remembers in particular a night of frenzied ferocity, during which some 150 men were killed, "and the walls were covered with blood".
However, these people have not returned to Omarska only for remembrance; it is also a gesture of defiance. It was intended by the Bosnian Serbs - as has been affirmed at The Hague - that no Muslims (or rather Bosniaks - the secular ethnic term by which they are properly known) should remain on this territory alive; that they should all be deported or killed. But all around us now are the sights and sounds of a once unthinkable return by thousands of Bosniaks to the homes from which they were brutally expelled. They come back under the shadow and insignia of their persecutors, with whom they live cheek by jowl - for this is the so-called Republika Srpska granted to the Bosnian Serbs at Dayton in 1995. But they do so all the same.
They return also to the village of Kozarac, the site of a savage attack on May 24, 1992. It was emptied of all 25,000 Bosniak inhabitants. Every Muslim house was marked in paint for incineration; the surviving Muslims herded in droves over the mountains at gunpoint. But the place is now home to more than 6,000 Bosniak "returnees", who outnumber the Serbs as they did before, with an additional 15,000 visiting from the scattered diaspora for summer. Once again, minarets - blown apart by the Serbs - nestle, rebuilt, against the hillside.
With much greater difficulty, people return also to the local seat of authority, Prijedor, where the persecutions were planned and whence orders for establishment of the camps, for the killing and mass deportation were given. In Prijedor returnees live under the cold stare of their erstwhile persecutors, but Kozarac is an effervescent, if peculiar, place. As families sit out to enjoy pizza and beer in the warm evening, so they recognise one another: a survivor of Omarska here, of another camp there, a bereaved father here, a widowed mother there. The entire community is a concentration camp survivors' reunion. Everyone here is damaged, but resilient. No life is unaffected by the maelstrom of violence.
If there is a driving force behind the return to Kozarac, it is the quietly composed figure of Sabahudin Garibovic, who runs the Concentration Camp Survivors' Association. "We are doing this," he says, "to show the Serbs who evicted us that they did not entirely succeed. That we can come back. They never thought they would see it. They cannot fathom what we are doing."
Sabahudin's father survived Omarska, but his brother Armin was among the first to die there, his name called from among 156 men packed into the "garage", a space just five metres by six. There was no water: the men had to drink urine to live. It was so hot that the prisoners smashed an upper window to let in air, for which Armin and another man were murdered. Sabahudin himself is a survivor of Trnopolje, another camp we entered that day in 1992: "I remember them taking out the girls to do what they would with them - six or so each night, including my niece." Trnopolje was the location for the enduring image of the war: the skeletal Fikret Alic and other prisoners behind barbed wire.
"Almost every day I see the people who did this to us," says Sabahudin. "We live separate lives - there is nothing that unifies us with the Serbs. We rely on ourselves and each other to survive."
Just before our meeting, a jubilant wedding motorcade passed through town, hooting and waving the old Bosnian wartime flag. In overwhelmingly Serbian Prijedor, it was pelted with bottles and rocks. Two weeks before, a bomb had been thrown at a Bosniak-owned bar in Kozarac; a Serbian former camp guard living near Omarska was beaten up by Bosniaks. There are countless such incidents. "International foundations organise round tables to discuss living together," says Sabahudin, "but it is empty talk, and the reasons are simple: we cannot forgive or forget what happened, and they either deny it happened or say they had to do it - they were obeying orders."
Kozarac's economy depends almost entirely on the diaspora - on Omarska survivors such as Edin Kararic, who now works as a tanker driver based in Watford, near London. Edin has managed to put some money into buying a cafe called Mustang on Kozarac's main drag, managed for him by a fellow survivor. "They drove us out," says Edin, "and we are buying it back. This cafe is my finger stuck up to the Serbs who did not want us here. In fact, that is what those minarets are, on the mosques that no one goes to: fingers stuck up at the Serbs. That is why we must come back to this place - why else would any of us want to, given what happened here?
"Mind you," he adds, pensively, "it's difficult to enjoy yourself in a place where 7,000 people are missing from a population of 25,000."
Emsuda Mujagic was among the first to come back to Kozarac, having been a refugee in Croatia. "I wanted to see in the new millennium at home," she says, "and so I came back on December 31 1999. Our house was one of the first to be destroyed in the shelling, but we rebuilt it slowly. There was literally nothing here. No birds, just snakes and a few Chetniks [slang for Serbs]. I have to stand up to their plan, which was to destroy not just a community but a whole people. That is the wish that has kept me going."
Emsuda is a survivor of Trnopolje, and on the 12th anniversary of our discovery of the camp, she takes me back to what is now a school again, closed for summer. There, sitting on the steps, Esmuda recalls how each night "the guards would just walk by and shoot or beat people while we slept in the open. Or else they would come into the women's and children's quarters with torches and read the names of young girls from a list, some as young as 10, 12 or 13. They would take them to a house where Serbian soldiers from the front would have their way with them. Some of the girls would come back, scarred and tortured - others would not, and we understood they had been tortured to death. One woman was breastfeeding her baby when they took her - she gave the child for safekeeping and came back horribly scarred."
Nusreta, who struggled to come to terms with her ordeal in Omarska, steeled herself to return to Prijedor in July 2002. By way of welcome, she found the word "Omarska" scrawled across her doorway by her new neighbours. "At first I thought I wouldn't be able to bear it," she says. "I used to stay indoors, peeping through the curtains."
There was always a macabre intimacy to Bosnia's war - people knew their torturers and murderers - and the intimacy remains. "A lot of the Omarska guards live in my neighbourhood," says Nusreta. "I see them almost every day. One of them, called Vokic, has his entrance in the next block of flats and we share a bedroom wall. I see the interrogators and even the man who ordered that I be put in Omarska - he's a bank manager and drives a Mercedes. I try to catch his eye, but he turns away. Another has been let out from prison in The Hague - called Kvocka. Last time I looked him in the eye was when he was in the dock and I was a witness. But I often see him on the street, even on the day we went to buy flowers for the burials of five women from Omarska whose bodies had been exhumed. There he was, in the florist buying flowers for his wife. I said to my friend: 'Look, Kvocka is standing behind you. On the day the dead are buried, and thousands more are dead, he walks free.'"
Nusreta, a former judge, returned not to her own apartment but to her brother's. Why? When she emerged alive from Omarska, she explains, she found a former typist from the bench called Ankica living in her flat, and was invited in for coffee. "There I was, like someone gone mad," recalls Nusreta, "straight from Omarska and a guest in my own flat. I sat down on my sofa. Ankica, wearing my clothes, made me coffee in my pot, served in the china my mother left me, and asked me: 'Why are you acting so strange?' She said the apartment suited her, she had always wanted one like this."
Years later, Nusreta returned - as was her right under the Dayton peace plan - to be promised by Ankica that everything would be left in order. "But when I finally evicted her," says Nusreta, "it had all gone. Even the built-in wardrobe. Everything I had inherited from my mother. Even my photographs. It was pure spite, to wipe out my past." Thankfully, Nusreta has a few good friends in Prijedor, notably the only Bosniak doctor in town, Azra, whose elderly father and stepmother had their throats cut when after surviving Omarska in 1992.
"Sometimes I get a crisis in the night," says Nusreta, "that someone may knock at the door or throw a brick through my window. But I will become happier in accordance with how many of our people come back. My only wish is that, by us coming home, the Serbs do not get what they wanted." However, she says by way of conclusion, "I can never again be happy."
One hallmark of the aftermath of Bosnia's war is an almost complete lack of reckoning on the part of the Bosnian Serbs. Only one defendant - the former Bosnian Serb joint-president herself, Biljana Plavsic - has pleaded guilty at The Hague to what happened, and appealed for reconciliation. But around Omarska the returnees' narrative falls down a black hole in the perpetrators' memory. "There was no camp here," security guards at the entrance to Omarska mine told us. "It was all lies, Muslim lies, and forgery by the journalists."
"There is no remorse," says Nusreta. "No one has apologised or even admitted what happened. They say they know nothing about the camps. There are 145 mass graves and hundreds of individual graves in this region, and we invite the local authorities to our commemorations, but they never come." "Even now," says the Bosniak political leader in Prijedor, Muharem Murselovic, "the Serbs will not accept that anything happened. I am always in a dilemma - are they crazy, or are they pretending to be crazy? I think it is because they were all so deeply involved in what was happening that they cannot come forward and admit it."
"Every time I see a Serb who is extremist," says Sabahudin, "I remind him of what happened in front of their eyes. In such a way as I hope might change his viewpoint. He has to understand that, if this country is to survive, they have to change their mind. Any future together is conditional upon them admitting what they did, and apologising for it."
The security guards from the all-Serbian village of Omarska signal that it is time for the commemorative procession to leave the camp. But as we leave, there remains one urgent question, one burning uncertainty.
Crucial to the reckoning of which Sabahudin speaks is the future of the site of camp Omarska. There is nothing to mark what happened here - the horrors are officially buried, hidden, denied. The Serbian local authorities are enthusiastically pursuing a plan to sell off the mine to overseas investors, which could result in the concealment of a mass grave, a monument to barbarity. The killing ground could become a car park. The physical memory of this evil but sacred ground could be obliterated.
Bosniak expectations are modest, and quite possibly doomed. "We would be pleased," says Sabahudin, "if there could just be some kind of memorial, maybe that the White House might be fenced off. We just want something to ensure that the memory is preserved, and in the smallest way to awaken the conscience of the Serbs. That is the really important thing. Because if we don't awaken that conscience, we might as well forget everything. And that would be the saddest thing of all - to forget what happened and what could happen again tomorrow. Yes, tomorrow."

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Guardian

omarska se ne smije zaboraviti, mora postati spomen-muzej, mjesto gdje ce se svijet prisjecati zrtava, odavati im postovanje, ali i prezrijeti njihove dzelate

NERMINA KURSPAHIC, SARAJEVO, BiH 

Mersiha Hadziabdic

To je najmanje sto mozemo uciniti, sjecati se onih sto su ostavili svoje zivote na tim strasnim mjestima.

Asima Hadziabdic-Orth

Senad Sahdanovic,  Njemacka

Poptisujemo peticiju. Suvad Sahovic i Maida Cakic, Njemacka

Jasmin Ramovic, UK

Cengic Dr Ferid, Gouda

Odlicna ideja da se zauvijek obiljeze strahote u Omarskoj, i da se to nikada i nikome ne ponovi

Mustafa Sarajlic, Njemacka

Ibrahim i Azra Sarajlic

M.Kuric

Armin i Senada Sarajlic, Njemacka

Ajdin Brandic. Prijedor/Engleska

Ako imas snage

Od Krajine preko Novske

po Evropi do Norveske

jedan narod ide pjeske.

Jedan narod bosonog koraca

pun mu prtljag i suza i placa,

nesto kletve u usta je stalo

sve je drugo u Bosni ostalo.

Sa ognjista protjerase ljude

da nekakvom Beogradu

bolje bude,

da Zagrebu ustirkanom

lakse bude.

Posijali po svijetu Bosnjake,

napunili kele i budzake,

pretvorili narod u nomade

pa u ime neke svoje pravde

nasu zemlju dijele na komade. 

Mi smo, Bosno 

Mi smo, Bosno, bili bogumili,

u prilici dorbi katolici,

svetosavci, Srbi, pravoslavci,

Muslimani, islamu odani.

- S nama Bosna, gladna, a prkosna.

Sve smo bili sto smo naumili,

i ratnici i patnici,

gospodari i robovi,

i dzelati i grobovi.

- S nama Bosna gladna, a prkosna.

Vodile nas vode kroz vjekove,

il´na kredit ili na cekove,

u toj muci postali smo vuci,

uvijek nam je potegni-povuci,

- S nama Bosna gladna, a prkosna.

Bilo nas je od vajkada svuda,

i na kolju i na prijestolju,

gdje god stigli svuda nas sijali,

za inat smo stostruko klijali,

na toj grudi ostali smo ljudi.

- S nama Bosna gladna, a ponosna.

Logoraseva molitva 

Samo da sklonu ovaj zuti buldozer 

da ga iz ociju mi

da ga iz svijesti mi

istjeraju.

Pa da se citava ta

prokleta zubata celicna neman

ne uvlaci cijele noci

pod moje podbuhle kapke.

Samo da sklonu ovaj zuti buldozer

da u oci mi

da u svijest mi

da u sumnju mi

topla i lahka pomisao se nastani

i da ostanem kakav jesam

tu izmedu neba i blata. 

Muhidin Saric, pisac i pjesnik iz Prijedora, prezivjeli logoras iz Keraterma

Arna Arnautovic, 's-Hertogenbosch NL

Jasminka Beglerbegovic, Svedska

Nizam Beglerbegovic, Svedska

Namka Beglerbegovic, Svedska

Emir Trepic, Svedska

Faris Hadrovic, Sarajevo, BiH

Nedim Hadrovic, Sarajevo, BiH

Midhad Arnautovic, Frankfurt a. M., Njemacka

Farrah Puric, Sarajevo, BiH

Din Homan - Avdagic, Arnhem

Edita Homan - Avdagic, Arnhem

Remco Homan - Avdagic, Arnhem

Muhamed Borogovac, pozdravljam i podrzavam vasu akciju.  

 Smrt cetnickoj Republici Srpskoj i nasim izdajnicima - Zivjela Republika BiH.

Ja zelim ovim putem da dadnem moju suglasnosto u podizanju memorialnog obiljezja stradalim u logoru 

Orhan Gafurovic Swe 

Almir Milicevic, USA

Kenan Tuzlak, USA

Muamer,Mujagic USA, Chicago, IL

Sanel Zenkic, Svedska

Mensur Muzurovic, BiH

Tarik Kapic, Switzerland

Aida Susic, BiH

Slavisa Rakovic, Novi Pazar/Beograd, Srbija

Podrzavam inicijativu. U secanje na nastradale i kao saosecanje sa prezivelima i opomena potomcima

Amra Mehmedic, BiH

Aldina Dzebo, USA/BIH

Antonela Glavinic, BiH

Sanita, UAE

Berina Cakal, Sarajevo

Bila bi amoralno i velika sramota da Britanci ne prihvate ove sasvim razumne i minimalne zahtjeve iznesene u peticiji.

Dzevad Kuric, Holandija

Da se nikad vise ne ponovi.

Nenad Bakaj, Brisbane

Društvena odgovornost firme je bitnija o lokalne politike. Mital treba da bude društveno odgovorna firma i da podrži ovaj projekat.

Fuad Curcic, Sarajevo, BH

Melisa Hadzic, Njemacka

Sajo, Velika Britanija

Adis Huzejrovic. Sanski Most, BiH

Adnan Dzumhur, USA

Amir Beg Ceric

USA

Karmen, Hrvatska

SEAD  ALAGIC     bivsi  logorac  Omarska   Manjaca

Veenendaal    Holandija

Senad Senderovic

Toronto-Canada

Amil Hujic Sarajevo BiH

Armin Krabegovic  USA

Jess Engebretson, USA

Asmir Hodzic   BiH

Daj svoj doprinos potpisivanjem ove peticije

Amira

Sarajevo

Nedim Gvozdjar, Sarajevo

Hajrudin Zubovic

Fahro Konjhodzic, Oslo, Norway

 Nazalost, ubojice i danas setaju Prijedorom i Bos. Novim sa svojim zenama i djecom, i mi smo  krivi sto ih sami rukama ne hvatamo ,i naravno , za 20 godina ovo ce se ponoviti, jer njihova ,nova djeca, dresirana su i za gore pokolje. Opet, do nas je. Ne smijemo sebi dozvoliti takav luksuz da trpimo suzivot jer to nije zivot.

Strahote i zlocini se ne smiju zaboraviti.
Niko nema pravo na to.
Edin, Tuzla 

Žrtve koncentracionih logora imaju pravo na dostojanstvo i pomen, bilo da se radi o Židovima u 2. svjetskom ratu ili Bošnjacima '92-'96. Ako cijeli svijet zna za Auschwitz i Dachau, zašto bi bilo drugacije za Omarsku ili Trnopolje?

Jasna Saradžic

Can Sarac, Turkey

Anesa Kundurovic, Svicarska

Ako se kriminal zaboravi, i kriminalac spava mirno, ponovit ce se ubrzo!

Koštrebic Kemal

Edin Hasanbegovic (Mainz, Deutschland) nekad zivio u Prijedoru

Nesmijemo zaboraviti one koji su svoje zivote ostavili u Prijedoru, Keratermu, Omarskoj, Trnopolju, Manjaci!

Da se nikad nezaboravi...

Alen BiH

Sasa Krivosic, Sarajevo

Michael Trautmann Germany

Ich bin dafür, das die begangenen Kriegsverbrechen nicht vergessen werden, und das die Menschen durch ein Denkmal immer an die schlimme Geschichte erinnert werden.  Denn die Zeit heilt viele Wunden, läßt aber auch schnell vergessen.

Michael Trautmann

podrzavam vas u vasoj pravednhoj borbi. poruka svim bosancima: ne zaboravite nikad ko ste i odakle dolazite, ucite svouju djecu to isto i obrazujte se... tako cemo najboluje pobijediti nase dusmane uz Allahovu pomoc i znanjem.

kerim dautovic

nizozemska

podrzavam vas u vasoj pravednhoj borbi. poruka svim bosancima: ne zaboravite nikad ko ste i odakle dolazite, ucite svouju djecu to isto i obrazujte se... tako cemo najboluje pobijediti nase dusmane uz Allahovu pomoc i znanjem.

kerim dautovic

nizozemska

hadis bajric

BiH

Faruk Caluk

BiH

Senad Menkovic

Hanau, Deutchland

   Lekovic muamer Zivinice BIH
 Srebrenica je uspjela.Zasto ne i drugi

Ovim potpisujem peticiju u nadi da svojim malim doporinosom mogu pomoci pravednoj borbi naseg naroda za plemenite ciljeve.

Mustafa Kurtalic Sarajevo

Za Bosnu i Hercegovinu, na temeljima pravde i ravnopravnosti...Smrt fasizmu!

Semir Nisic

Haris Arnautovic

Göteborg, Svedska

Suada Hadzic, Njemackau

Potpisujem ovu peticiju i ponavljam da Bog da nikomu se ovo zlo vise ne dogodilo.

S.Salcin USA

Semir Hasanagic, CH-Goldach

Oni koji su pocinili zlocin trebaju biti kaznjeni, jedino tako postoji sansa za neki zajednicki zivot!

Nedzad Hodzic

Greater London

United Kingdom

Nesto da podsjeti i buduce generacije

Sakib Foric, Svedska

Podrzavam peticiju u potpunosti. Hvala vam sto ste pokrenuli ovu akciju. Borba za cjelovitu Republiku Bosnu i Hercegovinu je neizvjesna i trajace dugo ali ako svi mi Bosanci i Hercegovci uradimo ono sto mozemo i budemo jedinstveni onda nam niko ne moze stati na put. Hvala.

Nazif Omanovic

Adelaide

Australia

Bivsi Logoras Iz Logora Sljivovica - Titovo Uzice - Srbija 6 Dugih Mjeseci

6 Nezaboravnih Mjeseci

Enes Celosmanovic, Zagreb

Puna podrska braci u Bosni

Dino Bosnjak

Australia Perth

Smrt Fasizmu a sloboda narodu

Karim Begovic, Nizozemska

 Podrzavam akciju, samo naprijed! U borbi za dostojanstvo, pobjeda nikada ne dolazi u pitanje!

Prvada jeste spora ali je dostizna.

Edin Jakupovic, USA

Muamer Sehovic, USA

Ivan Pavic

 Pocivali u miru svi ljudi koji su stradali rukom zlocina.

Svim srcem sam za peticiju!!!!!!

SLAVKA DOBRUNA

Melbourne-Australija

Kad ne bih bio musko-kad ne bih bio sin svoje Majke, kad ne bih bio svjestan sta radim, bio bih za peticiju a kamoli kad sve to jesam!!

AGIM DOBRUNA

Melbourne Australija

Ko zaboravi, ociju i usiju nema, ko oprosti veliki je covjek, zato peticiji pristupite svi, jer oprostiti se nemoze ako se ne zabiljezi, zato sam za peticiju!!

ADIN  DOBRUNA

Melbourne-Australija 

Almir Sehovic, USA

Azra Carkovic  Chicago, USA

Dijana Muslimovic, USA

Anita Muslimovic, USA

Haris Hadzalic, USA

Neka je svim zrtvama Omarske lahka crna zemlja.

Sevlija Korkutovic- USA

Edina Muslimovic, USA

Sadif Korkutovic-USA

Sanel Cehic, USA

Himzo Masic - USA

Senad Muslimovic, USA

Camila Masic-USA

Ahmed Korkutovic-USA

Amila Hadzalic, Chicago, USA

Mersiha Hadzalic, USA

Adil Ademi, Hrvatska

Muharem Jakupovic, Chicago, USA

Jasminka Jaganjac,Sarajevo-London

Potpisujem peticiju!

Naprijed bosanci i hercegovci, do -  Republika Bosna i Hercegovina

Alisa Merdanovic, Hrvatska

Samo naprijed, [InsaAllah] da sve dodje na svoje....

Amidza mi je bivsi logoras na manjaci...sjecanja na dane bola i patnje se ne mogu izbrisati...

Semir Bojic, Zivinice BIH

Jasmina Burdzovic

Enes Bajrovic,Sarajevo Bosna i Hercegovina

Podrzavam sve sto bi u normalnim drzavama bila obaveza svih normalnih ljudi!

Samir Helic, Graz - Austrija

Asim Bajric ...

   Dr. Dzafic Danijal, Kuwait

         Dilara Dzafic , Canada

         Dzaner Dzafic, Canada

   Dr.  Sezen Dzafic, Kuwait

Amir Husic - Dobosnica - BIH

Fadila Arnautovic, Austrija

Asim Grabus  Nizozemska

Ifeta Grabus Kudumovic   Nizozemska

Elvira Porcic

Adnan Begic, Luzern-CH

Mujkanovic Elma

Njemacka

Elmir Becirovic, Chicago IL, USA

S.M. Vienna, Austria

Ermedina Huber-Borcilo..........Holandija.

Naravno da se nesmije zaboraviti !!!!!!

Armin Borcilo.......NL

SAMIR BORCILO

 HOLANDIJA

Ne trebamo to nikada zaboraviti!!!

Suada Pasic iz Bratunca, trenutno Leiderdorp/Holandija

Elsa Turkusic

Bosna i Hercegovina

Puna podrska

Amir Medic---------Njemacka---------

Nikad zaboraviti nit oprostiti,progoniti zlocince do kraja njihova zivota.

Mahmutovic Sulejman   Trst---Italija

hadzihasanovic camil Nederland

Majda Mujkanovic - Meskovic

Nezaboravimo nikad.

TEA  VELIC   Teheran

Nihad Fehratovic - Zivim u Svedskoj. Rodom iz Starog Grada u Prijedoru. Bivsi logoras Trnopolja. Bosanski narod ne smije zaboraviti sta je bilo. Ja cu svom sinu ako Bog da sve ispricati. NIKAD NE ZABORVI STA JE BILO!!!

Lejla Sehic - USA