Ahmed Hrustanovic

Ahmed is 34. He was evacuated from Srebrenica in march 1993, with one of the first UN convoys, together with his mother and sisters. His father Rifet, his grandfather and uncles had to stay. They were all killed in the genocide in July 1995, probably in the Kravica warehouse.

He sadly remembers not even having time to kiss his father Rifet one last time. This thought haunts him. He still sees his father running behind the UN truck, knowing that he might never see him again. He has kept a hundred letters from him, received by The Red Cross, but does not yet find the strength to read them all. As a refugee, Ahmed then lived in Tuzla with his family where he went to school and completed his studies. Then he went to Sarajevo's university. But it was in Srebrenica that he decided to come back and start his family, and to work as an Imam where he is actively involved in helping the muslim community and educating the children towards the most peaceful teachings of Islam.

He often returns to his native mountain village of Miholjevine. Up there, he looks for the remainings of his destroyed childhood. In the ruins, he rediscovers the memories of his childhood joy, the simple joys of family life, the cry of the eagles, the freshness of the running stream water. He often goes there with his 4 young children. For them, these explorations in the ruins of Miholjevine are a real moment of joy and sharing; a privileged moment to discover the history of their family.. For him, it is a necessary but painful moment... Ahmed's life oscillates between fear and hope. 

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