20 years


20 years ago today, the Bosnian people faced the greatest genocide in Europe since the Holocaust in World War II. Over a period of 11 days, more than 8,000 of the men and boys were massacred while the women faced unspeakable torture. All this while the UN “peacekeepers” watched from the safety of the surrounding hills. According to some eyewitness testimonies Dutch peacekeepers were among the refugees watching as the Serbs raped and murdered them. Those same “peacekeepers” had declared Srebrenica a “UN Safe Zone” before the Serbs came and killed everyone.

Why did the Serbs kill the Bosnians? Because the Bosnians are a proud European Muslim people. The Bosnians were killed for their Islam.

I will never forget when I met a Bosnian girl and her mother, both refugees, from that time.

“So where are you from?”
“I am from Srebrenica.”
“Where is the rest of your family?”

She gave me a slightly annoyed look as if to tell me I should know better, and repeated:

“I am from Srebrenica.”

~ Shibli Zaman


La Femme Nikita Turns 20!

On January 13, 1997, La Femme Nikita came into my living room. Twenty years later, lots of shows came and went but this one? It stuck with me and I’m still fan girling! :)  The stories, the look, the music, these actors and their characters, will always have a special place in my heart ! ❤️

Carry on Fanfic~ #CarryOnCountdown ~ Day 6

~20 Years~

“Baz!” I screamed as loud as I could.

My voice echoed in the large corridor of the Pitch Mansion.

“Where are you?” I mutter while I kept walking.

Right after lunch I went to take a nap and when I woke up at noon, Baz and Jasper, our son, were missing. Also neither his parents or siblings were nowhere to be found.

It was summer and we were spending it at the mansion. Ever since we adopted Jasper, almost seven years ago, we’ve been spending a lot of time here. It was Baz’s stepmother’s idea that we spend our holidays in the Mansion. “How could two young men take care of a baby by their own?” she said. This surprised both of us, because when we got married they weren’t happy at all, but as the years passed by, his parents seemed to be accepting the fact that we married and that we were in love.

I kept walking until I ended up at the library.

“Why didn’t I think about it earlier?” I said under my breath as I rushed in.

Immediately I noticed Baz sitting in one of the couches, facing the opposite side of the room. He didn’t seem to notice that I was there. The room was freezing, and suddenly I felt like I’d experienced this before.

“Baz?” I called for him.

He didn’t answer.

As I came closer to him the temperature kept dropping. Everything was in silence, until I heard a woman humming. I continued walking towards my husband. My hands started sweating and shaking, but when I got close enough I finally understood what was going on.

Jasper was sitting on the carpet, smiling, and next to him was someone, a visitor.

“Natasha,” I whispered.

She turned around and smiled at me.

“Simon,” she said. “Thank, you,” she came closer and once again kissed my temple. “You did a great job.”

It’s been twenty years since the last time the Veil opened, and she came to our room, asking me to find Baz and tell him that Nicodemus would give him the answers about her death. I was stunned, but I managed to give her a smile. On the other side, Baz wouldn’t say anything, the tears in his eyes started running down his cheeks.

“My, boy,” she said as she put her hands on Baz’s cheeks.

“Mother,” Baz said. “I’m sorry…”

“Shh. Don’t be, son,” she leaned and kissed his forehead. “I’m so proud of you, my boy.”

After she said that she vanished.

The library remained cold for a couple of minutes. Baz wouldn’t move or talk, he was shocked, but Jasper was so excited, he started babbling and giggling about how fun it was. I needed to talk alone with Baz, so I asked my son to go find his grandfather and talk to him about it.

When I finally was alone with Baz I sat down next to him.

“Are you okay?” I asked him.

He finally snapped out and looked at me. He smiled and answered.

“I’m great,” he said and leaned to kiss me.

I kissed him back and wrapped my arms around his neck. The tears kept coming out, but he wasn’t crying because he was sad, he was crying because he was happy, and his mother was proud of him.


Thanks for reading ^^ Hope you enjoyed it. <3

( @arituzz I owe you so much! Thanks!)

You had the ability to change the world. You without a doubt changed mine ❤️ 20 years ago, we lost more than an artist. We lost an influential and revolutionary being. A rebellious rose that grew from the cracks of our tainted society. 

Thank you for being the voice for many, including myself. For standing tall in your beliefs and fighting hard for them too. 

Rest in power, beautiful Tupac Shakur. I will never EVER forget you…and I, along with countless others, will love you forever🌹

and when we look back on this 20 years from now, i hope you realize it was me fighting to not loose you while you just sat there and watched me bleed.
—  i fought with everything i had and you did nothing.