Ramadan has just begun this year—a time of restraint and self-reflection, a time where I intentionally build moments to return to myself amid the everyday chaos of living. Four years ago I was living in Sarajevo; my last month in... Continue Reading →
1 nasrtljivi zvuci periferije i slučajni, usputni razgovor. zaokružile se praznine u pritajenu ljubav. u naručju, neokrznuto, talog nečeg blaženog upija slad narančina soka. povuci zadnji dim, duboko, snažno, kao da je doista zadnji. zatomljeni Bog vapi bijelom bukom. brod.... Continue Reading →
Sarajevo meant a lot to me, means a lot to me still, my time there has shaped me, in fact. Everything I took for granted, every dream I was realizing; all painful laborious struggles. The warmth of every hearth I... Continue Reading →
