Wednesday, December 17, 2014

World Changers pt. 2...

Author's Note: Continuing the series of men and women who have changed my life. To read from the beginning start here.



When I was ten years old I read the book Zlata's Diary. Zlata was a young girl who lived in Sarajevo during the war in 1992. She was inspired to keep a journal after reading The Diary of Anne Frank. Eventually her diary was turned into a book and I found it on a shelf at my elementary school's library. Zlata's story captured me. To this day I don't really understand what it was about Zlata that I was so consumed by, but her story sparked something in my heart that would define the woman I was going to become.

As a ten year old I saw a lot of myself in Zlata. In fact as I looked at her picture on the back of the book I thought we even looked a bit alike. She was only a few years older than me and even though we lived on different sides of the world, we were both just girls. She kept a diary and so did I. Even though many of her entries were a place that she worked out the pain and trauma of living in a war zone, there were plenty of entries about life. She wrote about her family and her cat. She wrote about her favorite foods and her birthday wishes. In many ways my diary was a mirror image of hers. 

When I finished the book, I had to read it again. And as I reread the pages of one girl's fear and terror I grew more and more convinced that I had to do something. So I wrote a letter to President Clinton, asking him to help Zlata and her family. Even at ten I was convinced that my government could save the day. A few weeks went by and as far as I could see nothing was changing. This frustrated me. So I  thought maybe more people needed to hear Zlata's words. I was convinced that if someone else could read her book or learn her story they would be just as passionate as I was about helping her.

Around this time I was competing in a speech contest with my school. I decided that my speech had to be about Zlata. I wrote up what my 10-year-old brain thought was the perfect snapshot of Zlata's story and I knew that as my teachers and friends heard about Zlata they would want to help bring about change. My little speech kept winning round after round and in a few weeks I found myself at the district-level contest. On the night of the contest I stood up at the podium and as fervently as I could, I talked about Zlata. I read her actual words and I spoke about how unforgivable it was that I was a girl with the freedom to play in my yard or walk to my friend's house and Zlata was hiding in her house, cowering from air raids and hungry because of the lack of food. I urged the people in front of me to care- to care that a little girl they didn't know wasn't getting the chance to live her life. 

I'm not sure that my speech really made any difference. I went home with second place and my first dose of cynicism. But I'm so glad that I "met" Zlata through the pages of her diary. Her life marked something important in me. Her life stood as a reminder that there are always those living with less, struggling with pain and hurt, and attempting to walk through traumas. Some of those people are easy to love because they look like us or we know them. But some of those people don't fit into a neat box. 

Zlata's courage in the face of such devastation was the first time that I saw how important standing up with others is. In her diary Zlata often wrote about how lonely she was. She wondered if anyone cared about what was happening to her city. She struggled, because she felt alone. Those words imprinted themselves on my heart and I decided right then that I would never ignore the hurts and brokenness I saw around me. I decided that I wanted to help. Zlata may have felt alone in Sarajevo and in so many ways she was. But her words inspired and transformed a little girl in America and for that I am eternally grateful. I want to end this post with Zlata's own words about war and resistance. Let them inspire you with courage of your own...

"I keep thinking about the march I joined today. Its bigger and stronger than war. That's why it will win. The people must be the ones to win, not the war, because war has nothing to do with humanity. War is something inhuman."

1 comment:

Haley said...

I read this book too! Quite possibly at the exact same time as you. Amazing and powerful story.