"Lady, hey you, stop! Are you Mehmedovic?" the main Duke asked me.
"Yes I am," I said, scared.
"What's the boy's name?"
"Fudo," I said, using the first name that came to mind, because he had been quiet the whole time and hadn't even told me his name. Azra stood next to me and I held the boy in my arms.
"Please don't touch my children!" "I won't, don't you worry," he told me, and turned to the soldiers.
"See this woman? If it weren't for her yesterday I would have been killed."
He handed me two bills of 500 dinars each, I remember seeing Tito's face on them, and a carton of cigarettes.
" No, thank you," I said.
" You've got to take it," he ordered and shook my hand. We said good-by to the people who had brought us there. Mladjo started to cry, saying,
"Take good care of Azra for me!" When he got back to Visegrad, Mladjo and his three brothers were murdered by Lukic because they had protected and saved so many Bosniaks. The Pecikoza family was wealthy and well known. They had their own sawmills.
When we got to Olovo I started to scream when I saw how many soldiers there were. These were the Green Berets. They asked me, "What's wrong? We are your army!" "What do you mean, our army?! **** you and your green mother and Green Berets! It was Green Berets and Chetniks who slaughtered my 16-year-old boy!"
They took me to the police in Olovo where they forced me to tell them everything that had happened. Someone told them that Lukic had abused me the most. They wanted me to talk about that, too, but I didn't have the strength. They held me two days in prison where they beat me and wouldn't give me anything to eat. One soldier kicked me and another slapped me, saying, "You prefer those Chetniks to the Green Berets!"
"I don't like one or the other," I answered, grabbed a bottle from the table and smashed it over his head. "You are going to get more beatings from me," he said, holding his head.
"Leave the woman alone, can't you see what she's like?" the other soldier told him. My stomach was bloated from all the wounds Lukic had inflicted on me, so I thought I was pregnant. I'd weighed 190 pounds before the war. I had dropped to 90 pounds when I arrived in Olovo, and after those two days in jail I was down to 77.
Esad's uncle came to see me in jail. I asked him straight off, "Where is that little boy, Fudo?"
"Who?"
"I don't know what his first or last name are, I can only remember vaguely what his mother looked like, but please, look after my children."
Before they released me, they asked me to register Fudo, so that if his mother was looking for him she could find him.
They carried me out of the jail because I could no longer walk.
We spent four days after that in Olovo.
The second day a woman appeared at the door. She didn't look familiar. She told me that Fudo was her son.
I didn't believe her at first, but when I saw how the child flew into her arms I knew that she must really be his mother. She brought a big present. Her brother was in the Green Berets, but I didn't want to accept the gift because the Green Berets had beaten me. Fudo kissed me and went off with his mother. It was wrenching. I didn't even have the strength to ask what his real name was. For me he will always be Fudo.
I was evacuated to Visoko from there with Azra on our fifth day. First they took us to the stadium, and then they were supposed to transport us to a village. I wanted to go to my mother's house. She lived in the center of town. When I realized they wouldn't let me do that I slipped off from the bus. A soldier shot at me but by chance he didn't wound me. I had wide sleeves on which were hanging on me, and the bullet went right through the sleeve. At that moment my sister's son, my nephew happened to see me.
"Aunt Sena, where did you come from?"
"Azra is on the bus and this fools are shooting at me!"
He took Azra off the bus and the next day he took us to my mother's. Everyone came running out of the house: my mother, father, brothers and sister. They were shouting: "Where is Esad? Where is Edin?!" "They're gone, they're gone! What's done is done," I kept saying over and over again. They took me to the hospital in Zenica because of a nervous breakdown. There I had to undergo a very difficult gynecological operation because of injuries that Lukic had inflicted on me with a knife. For two months the doctors fought for my life.
If I were to find Murat today I would accuse him, and I wouldn't be afraid. It is his fault that our children and husbands were murdered! From up on the minaret, from the mosque, he sprayed the town with gunfire. Maybe all of us could have gotten away if he hadn't done that. He pulled his own family out before he let the water out from behind the dam, and he left us on the right banks of the Drina river. When I wanted, after all that happened, to take my own life and end the misery, Azra asked me, "Mama, what would I do without you?"
She is 19 years old now and she must never learn that my every night is wracked with my son's cries, "Help me, mama! Please don't let them take me, mama!"