![]() In the early evening, a time to buy food to prepare for the Iftar meal. Sisters and brothers sitting on carpeted floors, some with backs supported by mosque walls, some with bodies sitting in chairs, fasters occupied with the most perfected Divine ScriptureĪ brief leisurely stroll with my two new friends Dzenita and her sister Amina through part of the Bazaar, they sharing opinions of their favorite restaurants, best eating experiences, and other things ![]() Upon entering and a brief conversation with the owner, a piece of generosity is handed to me, a square shape piece of wood with Ayat tul Kursi in hand calligraphyĭuring the late afternoon hours, a time for reading Quran by many at mosques in the city. In the mid afternoon on a Ramadan's day, a sister from Munich and I having met for the first time at Bey Mosque ride together in a taxi up a steep hill to see a guest house she knowsĪ smell of lingering cigarette smoke permeating the air within the house so thick beckons me to leave politely and quickly. Unaware of the smell's degree, the owner learns of its' offensiveness as I disclose my sensitivity to & the dislike of the smell of cigarette smoke, both acutely heightened while fastingĬareful steps back down the steep hill to the city center, me avoiding stumbling on a large rock or being runover by a speeding automobile, interestingly instead I stumble upon a beautiful grave yard of uniquely shaped white gravestones and a charming mosque with a high minaretĪt the bottom of the hill sits a crafts and artistry shop, one of many in Sarajevo's Old Town. Each family member at a cell's distance in communion with each other. Each family member physically at a distance from each other. Tourists from Africa, America, Europe, and other landscapes and many locals exchanging words and gestures in a month better than a thousandįamilies spending time together at the Grand Mosque and at smaller mosques and in other places surrounded by picturesque hills and green plush treesĪ father, a mother, their toddler son.he practicing walking on a masjid's cobblestone, and their young daughter.she smiling at her father as he walks by. Many brothers wearing kufis and many brothers with trendy hair styles paired with Western outfits gathering in the courtyard of Gazi Husrev-Bey Mosque, the largest in Bosnia and sixteen centuries old. Sisters wearing veils with colors like in the bright rainbow appearing before me and my two new friends from Bosnia in a sky above a bussling bazaar, there a smaller group of humans watching and a larger group of tourists capturing a rare moment in Sarajevo on photo Take a deep breath and let it 2017 in Sarajevo, Bosniaīrothers and Sisters in the Old Town speaking the words Salamu Alaikum Like a coal that had lost its grey coat that protected its fragile warmth was now mouldering The once fresh flavours became harsh, and the fiery flame was now smouldering In my brief moment of vertiginous, the pipe was in another palm I began coughing and blowing the smoke away, and there she was I found myself immersed in smoke I had lost my way where was the star, the glow the blaze? Like a shooting star in the night, I had to make my wish come true before the star strays ![]() The path to the glow was clear, I couldn’t let this opportunity passĮvery advance I took towards her I inhaled and exhaled a little deeper The combination of cute and ****, any man would surrender Her eyes sweet like double apples, and her mouth mulish like mint Her head had all the flavour, her hair the fiery glow My eyes struck her creating a spark, she set me alight ![]() That’s when I saw her, everything was suddenly bright Like a tangled pipe, I twisted, turned, and stumbled to my seat ![]()
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