The story about Sevdije Azemin ? The woman who staged protests in Mitrovice in 1989 and the story in prison

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What state is this Yugoslavia that destroys a country's unstudent?
That is how Sevdije Azemi would speak for Kosovo media. He was sentenced to two years in prison for organising protests with women of the village of Jabar in Mitrovica on 27 March 1989. The indictment said she had attempted to destroy “brother-in-law”.

When she learned of demonstrations against neglecting autonomy and striking miners, she, a housemaker, became revolutionary overnight. I said, "I only said, but I was here, why I didn't, "x1" recall it later, confessing how specifically she was wearing the latest winters and clothes and the headscarf that she remembered from her mother.
In the investigator, Sevdi experienced much torture. I don't have the fists that gave me the blood they gave me, the worse my heart was for my mother's headscarf that never got me back,” she told about “Kosovarre” after her release. The investigators insulted him and offended him. One of Sevdi's investigators would say: "My “says I have my hands tied that my brother didn't have days or talk to me. ”
She suffered 11 months and a week in prison. He had left seven children alone, all underage. Theta, the youngest, was only five years old. I didn't have much of a prison meal. I often saw the little Teuta in your dream calling your mother, where you are,” she remembered later. The oldest girl had sent a letter to her prison: “Nan, wait for Bajram!” The seven children received that 1989 Bayram with tears at the doorstep and saw their mother.
Even so, after being released from prison in an interview, she had said: “Wallah is where I give the seventh to Kosovo! ”
I don't know if Sevdije Azma lives today or not. But I know that her story is a teardrop in the oil of this people, her courage a drop of sweat in the labor of this people, and the wounds of the prison a drop of blood in the sacrifice of this people in their freedom struggle.













