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Well, hello there! As I gear up to celebrate my 47th trip around the sun, I can’t help but marvel at the view – quite literally, because my towering sons make quite the scene! 🎉🎂 Yes, I’m that mom who needs a periscope to make eye contact with her college-level giant and high school-level titan. But you know what they say, life’s too short to take height too seriously!
Living life on the shorter side – literally and loving it!
It’s official: I’ve been blessed with two strapping young men who decided that reaching for the clouds was their life’s mission. As I stand beside them, proudly sporting my unofficial title of ‘Shorty Supreme,’ I can’t help but feel like a character in my very own coming-of-height movie.
Turning 47 is no small feat – pun intended – and as I embrace this new chapter, I’m reminded that age may just be a number, but height is a genetic lottery. While my sons are busy touching ceilings and changing lightbulbs without a ladder, I’ve come to accept that my natural habitat might just be right here, perfectly poised to find loose change in the sofa cushions.
As I blow out the candles on my 47th birthday cake, I’m not just celebrating another year added to the tally; I’m celebrating the joy of raising two extraordinary young men who keep life interesting, enlightening, and just a tad bit taller. From their first steps to their towering achievements, every moment has been a testament to the incredible journey of motherhood.
From small shoes to big heights – the adventure continues!
So, here’s to turning 47 and never quite reaching the top shelf without a trusty stepping stool. Here’s to the chuckles, the hugs that require a slight leap, and the love that knows no height limit. Here’s to being the mom who might not stand tall, but who sure stands proud.
Happy birthday to me – the vertically challenged but endlessly proud mom of two towering titans. Here’s to many more years of height-related humor, and the delightful journey of watching my sons reach for the stars (while I reach for the step stool).
Cheers to being 47 and still keeping my head high – even if it’s only because I have to crane my neck to see those tall smiles!
Sanela
© Sanela Ramic Jurich
We took just a change of clothing with us. My father’s friend told us not to bother bringing anything else, because it would be taken away anyway. He was there to show us which truck was the safest one for us. My father had to go sit at the front of the truck with other men, and my mother and I sat in the back with women. It was so crowded; I half-sat on mother’s lap. They covered the truck with some brown tarp and off we went.
It was an unbearably scorching August day, the air thick with a suffocating heat that clung to our skin like a second layer. We were crammed together, pressed against one another like frightened animals seeking refuge, yet there was no escape from the oppressive closeness. The stench of sweat mingled with the acrid smell of fear as we huddled beneath a tattered tarp, trying to shield ourselves from the harsh sun that beat down mercilessly.
In that stifling darkness, my stomach churned with a mixture of nausea and anxiety. The bag that held our final remnants of belongings became my reluctant confidante, bearing witness to the physical and emotional turmoil within me. I retched into it, my body betraying me as the revulsion and dread threatened to overwhelm every fiber of my being.
Amidst the agony of the moment, a different kind of urgency surfaced—my desperate need to relieve myself. The very core of my being seemed to ache with the necessity, as if every discomfort I felt was a microcosm of the larger suffering we were enduring. Each passing second felt like an eternity, my bladder aching as if it held not only my own desperation but the collective weight of our shattered lives.
A little while later, we stopped moving. An armed soldier peeked in, waving his gun. He demanded someone to come out and be his helper. After a few torturous moments of hoping and praying I wouldn’t get to be the chosen one, the soldier pointed a gun at “Him” and demanded “He” be his helper for the day.
“He” was my very first crush and the inspiration for Johnny’s character in Remember Me and Haunting from the Past.
The soldier handed him a bag and ordered him to go around and make sure people put all their valuables into the bag.
That went on the whole ride: they would stop the convoy every few minutes to steal from us. People ran out of things to give, so they started putting nail clippers and toothbrushes into the bag.
The soldier ordered us to lift up our shirts to make sure we weren’t hiding anything there. And I wanted to die. At that moment, I wished I could just die. I would have preferred “Him” to see me dead rather than with my shirt lifted up. When he got to where I was sitting, he opened up the bag, but he closed his eyes. I had to lift up my shirt. The soldier watched the whole time; I figured he would rather humiliate me than kill me. But “He”… he must have seen my humiliation, and so he closed his eyes. He will never know how much that meant to me.
The pain we endured transcended the physical, burrowing deep into our souls. It was a pain that defied words, leaving only a raw and unrelenting ache. As the hours dragged on, I couldn’t help but wonder how humans could inflict such suffering upon one another. The soldier’s demands, the humiliation, the theft—it all seemed like a twisted manifestation of humanity’s darkest aspects.
And then, in the midst of this nightmare, my gaze met his for one final moment. In those fleeting seconds, a world of unspoken emotions passed between us. His eyes held not just the fear and despair that clouded our lives, but also an inexplicable shame—as if we were the guilty ones, as if surviving this ordeal was itself a transgression.
The last stop the convoy made (before reaching our destination) was on Koričanske Stijene on Mount Vlašić. The Serb soldiers pointed their guns at all the men they wanted to take out and kill. “He,” too, was one of the chosen ones. He was seventeen.
The Serb army slaughtered over 250 innocent, unarmed (civilian) men that day.
The rest of us were taken to the other side of the mountain and thrown onto a field of mines…
The memory of that day continues to haunt me, an indelible mark etched upon my soul. The Koričani Cliffs massacre wasn’t just a historical event; it was a canvas of suffering, painted with the hues of fear, anguish, and desperation. Even now, years later, the weight of that day presses upon my heart, a reminder that the scars of such horrors never truly fade.
© Sanela Ramic Jurich. All rights reserved.
I am thrilled to announce the much-anticipated launch of “Between the Worlds,” a spellbinding novel crafted by me under the name of my alter ego, Ella Rees. Prepare to be swept away on a captivating journey through realms unknown, where the boundaries between reality and fantasy blur into a breathtaking tapestry of emotions.
📚 Book Synopsis 📚 “Between the Worlds” is a contemporary/fantasy masterpiece that transports you to a realm where magic intertwines with the mundane, and where soulmates are destined to collide.
Have you ever met someone for the first time and felt like you’ve known them forever? Against all odds, you know deep inside that you know them. They feel familiar and comforting. You are drawn to them, but you only just met them. How can that be? Could it be some kind of a karmic connection? Soulmates? Could it all be just a figment of your imagination, or could there be an actual rational explanation for feeling this way? Is there a scientific explanation or is it fate?
Sarah Wilson was a woman of extraordinary powers descended from a legendary figure known as Air. Joined by her two sisters in power, Sarah’s existence took an unexpected turn when her ex-husband’s violence led to her untimely demise. It was in that moment of passing that Sarah journeyed to a place she recognized as home, where memories of her true self and her soulmate, Jachin—now known as Jack Adams—resurfaced.
But the sisters in power intervened, bringing Sarah’s spirit back to life, empowering her to confront her assailant. With her rebirth as Sarah Wilson, a flood of memories from her past lives and her connection to home surged within her being.
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Thank you for joining me in celebrating the launch of Ella Rees’ captivating debut novel. Let the journey begin! 🌟
You can read the first chapter here: Between the Worlds excerpt.
Enjoy,
Sanela
Ella Rees
Between the Worlds: The Story of Us
Press Release
CHICAGO — This week marks the nationwide release of author Ella Rees’ new Book “Between the Worlds: The Story of Us” which Takes Readers on an Extraordinary Journey of Love and Adventure.
Author Ella Rees proudly announces the release of her latest book, “Between the Worlds: The Story of Us.” This enchanting tale weaves together a mesmerizing narrative that explores the depths of love, destiny, and the unbreakable bonds that connect us all.
In “Between the Worlds: The Story of Us,” readers embark on a spellbinding adventure across realms. The novel introduces Sarah Wilson who is a woman of extraordinary powers and was descended from a legendary figure known as Air. Joined by her two sisters in power, Sarah’s existence takes an unexpected turn when her ex-husband’s violence leads to her untimely demise. It is in that moment of passing that Sarah journeys to a place she recognizes as home, where memories of her true self and her soulmate, Jachin—now known as Jack Adams—resurface. But the sisters in power intervene, bringing Sarah’s spirit back to life, empowering her to confront her assailant. With her rebirth as Sarah Wilson, a flood of memories from her past lives and her connection to home surge within her being.
This heartwarming and thrilling journey leaves readers breathless as they explore the complexities of human connection and the powerful forces that shape our lives.
Drawing inspiration from a vivid imagination and a love for storytelling, Ella Rees brings to life a world filled with both wonder and relatability. As readers turn the pages, they will find themselves immersed in a captivating blend of fantasy, romance, and adventure, taking them on an emotional rollercoaster they won’t soon forget.
“I wanted to create a story that celebrates the magic of human connections and how our lives are intertwined in ways we can’t always comprehend,” says Ella Rees. “Between the Worlds: The Story of Us is a journey of self-discovery, love, and the exploration of the unknown, taking readers on an unforgettable ride through the power of storytelling.”
“Between the Worlds: The Story of Us” is now available in print and e-book formats, inviting readers to immerse themselves in this extraordinary tale that transcends time and space.
For more information about the author and her captivating new book, please visit www.sanelajurich.com/ellarees
About the Author: Sanela Ramic Jurich is an accomplished writer with a passion for crafting unique and engaging stories. fueled by her passion for writing, she was eager to take on a new writing endeavor. Utilizing a pseudonym presented her with the chance to engage with a fresh and diverse audience. Her first contemporary/fantasy novel titled “Between the Worlds” was first published on Kindle Vella. Going forward, Ella Rees, Sanela’s alter ego, has limitless potential to unleash her boundless imagination onto the world of romance and fantasy writing. While her writing may seem purely fictional, readers will discover that bits and pieces of Sanela’s life experiences are sprinkled throughout her stories, adding an extra layer of depth and authenticity to her work.
The book is available through bookstores nationwide, or by visiting barnesandnoble.com or amazon.com.
For media inquiries, interviews, and review copies, please contact:
sanela@sanelajurich.com
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EXCERPT, BETWEEN THE WORLDS
Time for a peek at Between the Worlds.
Here’s a short/sweet description:
Have you ever met someone for the first time and felt like you’ve known them forever? Against all odds, you know deep inside that you know them. They feel familiar and comforting. You are drawn to them, but you only just met them. How can that be? Could it be some kind of a karmic connection? Soulmates? Could it all be just a figment of your imagination, or could there be an actual rational explanation for feeling this way? Is there a scientific explanation or is it fate?
Sarah Wilson was a woman of extraordinary powers descended from a legendary figure known as Air. Joined by her two sisters in power, Sarah’s existence took an unexpected turn when her ex-husband’s violence led to her untimely demise. It was in that moment of passing that Sarah journeyed to a place she recognized as home, where memories of her true self and her soulmate, Jachin—now known as Jack Adams—resurfaced.
But the sisters in power intervened, bringing Sarah’s spirit back to life, empowering her to confront her assailant. With her rebirth as Sarah Wilson, a flood of memories from her past lives and her connection to home surged within her being.
You can read the first chapter here: Between the Worlds excerpt.
Enjoy!
Sanela
Hello, fellow adventurers of the written word! Today, I am delighted to share with you a very special piece of my heart that has come to life within the pages of my latest book, “Between the Worlds.” This literary odyssey has been a transformative experience, a profound exploration of imagination, emotion, and the extraordinary connections that thread our lives together.
In “Between the Worlds,” I invite you to step into the realm of the unknown, where the boundaries of reality and fantasy intertwine. It is a tale that dares to blur the lines between what we can see and what lies beyond our ordinary perception. As the writer, I journeyed alongside the characters, traversing uncharted territories and delving into the depths of the human heart.
Within these pages, you will find the enchantment of storytelling in its purest form. Words, like tendrils of magic, weave through each chapter, creating a tapestry of wonder that captivates the imagination. “Between the Worlds” is not just a story; it’s an experience that immerses you in a world where dreams dance with reality, and the power of the unseen lingers in every corner.
Through the characters’ trials and triumphs, you will discover the essence of the human experience. It is a reminder that we are all connected, irrespective of time, place, or circumstance. Each encounter in “Between the Worlds” unearths a fragment of truth, encouraging introspection and reflection on our own journeys through life.
Imagination is a wondrous gift we possess, and “Between the Worlds” celebrates its unbridled power. In its pages, I hope you’ll rekindle the spark of wonder that might have dimmed over time. Embrace your imagination, for it holds the key to unlock the door to a myriad of extraordinary possibilities.
As the author, my journey with “Between the Worlds” has reached new heights, but the most thrilling part begins now. With each reader embarking on their unique odyssey through these pages, the story will come alive in a way that is entirely their own. I eagerly anticipate hearing about the emotions stirred, the discoveries made, and the moments that resonated with you.
Dear readers, I extend my deepest gratitude for joining me on this extraordinary voyage. “Between the Worlds” is not just a book; it is an invitation to escape reality and discover the magic within ourselves. May it inspire you to embrace the unknown, cherish your imagination, and recognize the intricate threads that connect us all.
Unlock the secrets that lie between the pages and let the journey begin!
With boundless love and gratitude,
Sanela
PS: Don’t forget to share your thoughts and experiences after delving into “Between the Worlds.” Your feedback means the world to me, and I can’t wait to hear from you all!
There are stories that have the power to grip our minds and hearts, stories that force us to confront uncomfortable truths we’d rather avoid. One such story emerged from the pages of the enlightening book, Bourgeois Virtues, and has lingered in my thoughts ever since. It transports us back to July 15, 1995, when a chilling sequence of events unfolded in Srebrenica, forever tarnishing the legacy of a Dutch force operating under the United Nations’ command.
In an astonishing turn of events, the Dutch troops, stationed there specifically to prevent such atrocities, handed over a staggering number of 8,000 Muslim men and boys to the Bosnian Serbs. What makes this episode even more bewildering is that it happened without a single shot being fired. Instead of resisting the Serb demands, the Dutch forces, fearing their own casualties, willingly complied. It was a decision that would haunt them for years to come.
The gravity of the aftermath cannot be understated. A massacre ensued, claiming the lives of those 8,000 men and boys, as well as numerous women, children, and even infants in arms. This horrifying event stands as the largest massacre in Europe since World War II. Yet, what struck me the most was the lack of remorse or shame exhibited by both the Dutch army and the majority of the Dutch people. In fact, they vehemently denied any responsibility for the tragedy, instead pointing fingers at others.
Blame was cast upon the Canadians, who had previously controlled Srebrenica but had subsequently handed over control to the Dutch. It was argued that the Canadians should bear the burden of blame for what unfolded. The French, too, were held accountable for failing to provide necessary air cover. The Dutch commander himself was hailed as having made the right call, asserting that he chose not to open fire to avoid Dutch casualties. He had placed his trust in the Serb commander’s promise that none of the surrendered men and boys would be harmed; they would only undergo scrutiny to identify potential war criminals among them.
This narrative, however, raises a multitude of questions. Shouldn’t the Dutch forces have prioritized their duty to protect innocent lives over their own self-preservation? Why did they choose to believe the assurances of a known aggressor? How could they reconcile their actions with the devastating consequences that unfolded?
The Srebrenica massacre forces us to confront the uncomfortable truth that even those tasked with upholding peace and justice can falter in the face of unimaginable circumstances. The Dutch army’s refusal to acknowledge their role in the tragedy speaks to a collective denial, a desperate attempt to absolve themselves of guilt. Yet, true progress and healing can only begin when we face the truth head-on, acknowledging our mistakes and working towards rectifying them.
This story, though distressing, serves as a reminder that we must hold accountable those entrusted with protecting human lives. It calls upon us to reflect on the complex web of factors that contribute to such failures and ensure that history does not repeat itself. As we delve deeper into the pages of our collective past, let us learn from these haunting stories and strive to build a future where the value of every life is unwaveringly upheld.
Unraveling the Disturbing Absence of a Narrative: Lessons from Srebrenica
The Dutch commander’s decision to comply with the Serb demands, avoiding potential casualties among his own forces, is often seen as the “right” choice. After all, he couldn’t have known that the Serbs would unleash a massacre, killing those 8,000 people. However, when examining the context, it becomes evident that certain aspects should have raised alarm bells.
The Serbs had a notorious reputation for their lack of honesty and had been conducting “ethnic cleansing” operations throughout the region for years. Given these circumstances, anyone who had pondered the situation for even a short while could have predicted the Serbs’ intentions. Moreover, the presence of UN forces in Bosnia was precisely due to the possibility of such atrocities. The Dutch commander’s priority seemed to be safeguarding his troops rather than preventing a potential genocide of Bosnian Muslims. This begs the question: if this army was unwilling to accept any casualties, could it truly be considered an army?
Reflecting on this narrative, it’s hard not to consider the contrasting reactions that would have ensued had an American commander been in charge. Outrage would have reverberated worldwide, with the American people demanding justice and the commander facing court-martial. The phrase “heads will roll” would have taken a literal meaning. However, let us momentarily set this aside and focus on a deeper aspect.
We, as humans, construct narratives to make sense of the world and our place within it. These stories allow us to explain ourselves to ourselves. From a vantage point across the Atlantic, the prevailing European narrative appears to be one of self-righteousness, boasting that they are the champions who will forever halt genocide. Having triumphed in World War II, they claim to have built the world’s first genuinely anti-racist society, positioning themselves above the Americans, Russians, and Chinese.
What strikes me about the events in Srebrenica and their aftermath is the absence of any coherent narrative. It lacks a compelling story, consisting merely of feeble, self-justifying excuses akin to those uttered by a petty thief caught shoplifting. There’s no substance, no shape, no arc. It’s as if Gertrude Stein’s famous phrase, “there’s no there-there,” perfectly encapsulates the situation. Curiosity led me to embark on a Google search, hoping to find a cohesive Dutch narrative, but to no avail.
I couldn’t help but wonder if, with enough searching, I would stumble upon a metanarrative for pacifism—a story that would rationalize the idea that regardless of the consequences for others, it is vital to ensure one’s own safety. Surely, such a narrative could exist, or perhaps another narrative that would reinterpret the same facts. The Germans, for instance, managed to create several narratives that encapsulate Nazism, even though they may not be entirely true. Similarly, the French skillfully crafted a narrative of a valiant resistance movement, overlooking the collaboration of certain individuals during the occupation. Criticism and scrutiny of these narratives have been relatively subdued.
The absence of a narrative, or rather the apparent lack of a need for one, is truly astonishing. It hints at a deeply rooted conviction that self-preservation is paramount, with an assumption that everyone shares this sentiment. It implies that there is no other way to feel and that those who claim otherwise are deceitful or misguided. Diverging from this mindset is deemed wrong. Apologies if I’m rambling, but this observation has troubled me for years.
For quite some time, I’ve heard claims that the US intervened in Bosnia and did what the UN failed to do. Now, the reason behind these statements becomes clearer. I must admit, it brings me a sense of relief to know that the American people, indeed, hold a different perspective. Because the absence of a need for a narrative to justify what should have been an unequivocal horror is far more disconcerting than the combined fears of fascism and communism.
“–I turn around and on the screen I see Chetniks (Serb Army) executing a group of men. Among them, my son, Azmir. I’m watching, but I’m not believing my own eyes. My heart stops, my jaw stiffens. Yes, it is my Azmir. They are shooting at his back. My child falls. Barefoot. He wasn’t even seventeen years old yet!” –Hatidža Mehmedović
Never forget Srebrenica, July 1995!!! #8372.
by Sanela Ramic Jurich
Narrated by: Lindsay Carrillo
Although Selma has faced her demons in the first book, she is forced to deal with those that still haunt her. Although she has become successful, married the love of her life, has a wonderful son, and earned the respect of her colleagues she is still hated by some for revealing the truth of the Bosnian war. She is safe, loved, and enjoying her life until someone reaches out to her asking her to tell his story. Now she must relive it all to confront all her demons finally.
The author, Sanela Ramic Jurich, is a gifted writer. She takes her pain and puts it in words that are eloquent, sensitive, and picturesque so that the listener has no choice but to feel and experience her journey. The dialogue is authentic sounding and moves the story along at a good pace. Jurich tells the story using a first-person point of view which further captivates and draws the listener in. It is more than just the pain that Jurich communicates – it clearly addresses the inequity, evilness, and passion that occurred then and continues today.
The narrator, Lindsay Carrillo has a powerful voice that further enhances the message of Jurich’s story as she clearly communicates the raw emotions experienced by the main character, Selma. Her delivery and pauses are deliberate and effectively used to communicate emotions and feelings accurately. Her intentional pauses and cadence, and her energy and passion further enhance the story and haunt the listener well after the end of this story.
This is a book that will elicit an emotional response from the listener. It is not one that you will likely forget for a very long time. You will continue to think about it as well as the stories being told about this event and others – how much truth is there actually being told by the media and governments in power? Where does one begin to trust? A riveting book!
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HAUNTING FROM THE PAST Sequel to REMEMBER ME is Available in AUDIO! (Plus a GIVEAWAY!)
IN CELEBRATION, I’m giving away a FREE audiobook to anyone promising to leave a review after they listen. Simply email sanela@sanelajurich.com and let me know you’ll do it. I will send you a code (US and UK only) to one FREE copy of Haunting from the Past to listen and review.
A Voice for the Voiceless – Deep and Honest; a Five Star Book Review by Author Gregory S. Lamb
“In spite of the dark tales contained within the pages, Jurich manages to leave readers with the hope that deep wounds can still heal. Ms. Jurich’s writing craft is superb and is well matched to her riveting debut novel, Remember Me. Jurich doesn’t hold back anything.”
—Gregory S. Lamb
Author of The People in Between
“Sanela Jurich continues to captivate book lovers in this sequel to Remember Me. She shows readers that having the courage to confront a painful past can bring hope to an uncertain future.”
—Lisa Tortorello
Author of My Hero, My Ding
As Selma tries to move on and recover from the horrible experience she had went through while living in Bosnia in 1992, where she and her parents had found themselves targets of the Bosnian war and where Selma had lost nearly all those she loved, was abused by those whom she once trusted, and had witnessed prejudice at its ugliest-the hell from which, she thought, she had finally escaped, found her in America and started haunting her again, reminding her that there was unfinished business someplace else.
Selma is a respected business woman, living in Chicago with the love of her life and their son. From the outside, it looks as if she finally has it all; career and family many people could only wish for. She thinks she is the luckiest person on the planet who had survived and escaped hell. One day she receives a phone call that forces her to go back to the place she had left behind almost two decades before. She had promised never to go back there, but now, she finds herself in a desperate situation from which there is no way out. She goes back to face her demons once again.
Will this trip finally push Selma over the edge and be the end of her? Who knows, it might even help her get some kind of conclusion. Follow Selma’s journey back to the past through despair, hatred, love, hope, and peace in this sequel to Remember Me by author Sanela Jurich.
Narrated by Lindsay Carrillo
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“Sanela has a gift for sharing the very real feelings of her characters with the reader. I felt I really knew what Selma and the other characters created by Sanela were feeling. My emotions rose and fell with the feelings of her characters.”
When I was fifteen years old, my whole life changed in a blink of an eye…
I truly believe that I survived for one reason and one reason only: to tell our story, to give a voice to those who don’t have it anymore. I was there as a witness. As a survivor, I have an obligation. I have to talk about what happened in Bosnia in the early nineties, no matter the cost.