Youngest victim of Srebrenica genocide

"My name is Fatima Muhić. I was born on July 12, 1995, in a Dutch UNPROFOR base.

I was killed just a few hours after I was born. My mother didn’t even get the chance to give me a name when she delivered me. They took me from her arms and carried me away, far away from her, far from the motherly care I needed the most. Thirteen years ago, on December 10, 2012, I was found in a mass grave.

It wasn’t easy to find—let alone identify—the bones of a baby. I wonder, what could I possibly have done to those people in less than a day of life, what? If only I knew the reason, I would’ve corrected my mistake, just to stay alive, to grow up with my mother and father. To go to religious school, finish school, go to university…

All I ever wanted was a little love and care. Everything I could have, wanted, or hoped for—I was not allowed, by you, evil souls. What did I ever do to you?

Did you kill me because you feared that this child would one day strike fear into your hearts? And I already have. I hope you dream of me every night.

You, who ordered my killing.
You, who allowed it.
You, who held me in your arms.
You, who shot me.
You, who buried me in a mass grave.
You, who exhumed my soft little bones and moved them to a second, third, fourth mass grave…

And shame on every one of you who had the power to stop my murder—but didn’t.

Today is July 11, 2025.
I hope that on this day, you watch the live broadcast of the collective funeral, and that chills run down your spine, and a cold sweat covers you when my grave appears on screen—my headstone, my year of birth, year of death. What do you think it was like for my mother to watch you rip me from her arms and take me to my death? What do you think?

How filled with rage must someone be to kill an innocent, newborn baby girl…

My dear Bosniaks, Bosniak women, dear people from all over the world, I am a warning to you all, and proof that Srebrenica happened. That it was genocide. That it was war. And there are still 8,371 more victims waiting for their turn to speak.

My dear ones, don’t forget me, for the sake of Allah. Because if you forget me, you have forgotten the genocide, and Srebrenica. And that, I will never forgive you."

Author: Anes Berbic