Still early, Amina left the guest house.
She checked the address on her smartphone and quickly found the loathsome address, where she once had lived.
The cobblestones where cold to her touch but she imagined them warm as they once had been when her mother had cried:
“Run Amina, run… ”
The men had been drunk but with their spiteful eyes set on her beautiful mother.
It taken them seven hours of beatings and rapes before she had died.
“Majka… “, Amina mumbled walking back to her own little daughter still sleeping back at their room,
She was ready to go home.
I finally found the time to write a story. Something in the image reminded of Bosnia and the atrocities committed there during the Bosnian war.
Friday Fictioneers is a community where we sharpen our skills in writing under the gentle guidance of Rochelle. How much of a story can you pack in hundred words.
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March 9, 2019
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Dear Björn,
Such a horrid, horrid tale. Well written and good to see you here.
Shalom,
Rochelle
I still remember all those tales… and many came to Sweden growing up here, I thought about finding some level of closure in her new country.
The brutality in the real world outdoes fiction any day. A well written story.
The brutality then was the same as fills the news today,
sad story, but it looks she has moved on.
I think she just took the last step in closure.
The brutality of war never ceases to amaze, nor does the range of its victims. Good one, Bjorn.
I just hopes that some people can go on in small steps.
Heart breaking
Really is
It was sobering to see the condition of buildings in 2016 in Bosnia and Serbia. Bullet riddles exteriors and holes from bomb blasts. The field in the countryside marked with a skull and crossbones due to the number of land mines.
I think it will take even more years for the scars to heal… but still there has to be many living today with the memories.
A troubling homecoming story. “Loathesome address” is wonderful. And the parallelism of her, having a daughter herself, makes me think, that such atrocities are likely happen again.
I think she will go home to another place where she can be safe with her daughter.
A well-written horrow story.
Thank you… I don’t know how I could find that in the picture
I want you to write a few more poems about this. I want to know whose guest house she’s in and why. I want to know more about her daughter. I want a poem about life before the murder, from all points of view. I think there’s a lot you could flesh out here, if you were inclined.
As I imagine it, Amina grew up far from Bosnia, and now when she has a daughter of her own she want to say goodbye to her mother…
Wow, you pull no punches with this story, Bjorn. A grim depiction of the horrors of life in the Balkan conflict. Amina’s daughter is at least a glimmer of hope for her future.
I think this was turning the page for her…
It never ends, does it, just the names change. Horrible and moving story. Giving the victims faces and names is essential.
A heart rending story, I found it powerful. Sadly imaginable, well told.
Brutal
Beautifully and tragically written, Björn. So well done.
A very sad and cruel story. Poor Amina, she must take care of herself and her daughter.
The Bosnian war and its atrocities were overlooked for a long time. Much appreciated that you reflected it in your story. Powerfully told. I suppose she will return to Bosnia and find some closure.
Such a sad and tragic story.
You’ve made the horror and the ugliness very clear in just a few words. Horrible story that keeps repeating itself all down through history.
Horrific
But well written
It’s stories like these that bring the realities of these brutal wars to our awareness. It is brutal, but so is life. I spent some time in Sarajevo and although now years on, the stories from the war are ingrained in that beautiful city and in the hearts of its beautiful residents. I found your story very touching, that as a mother, this brave women connects again with her own mother and the sacrifices she made. Realising the strength of a mother’s love as a mother herself, perhaps makes her realise she has the strength to go back… her connection to her child pulling her heartstrings to the connection of her own mother. I loved this.
Powerful image Bjorn.
This made me flinch.
Utterly heart breakingly well written!