Iako je već jasno da, nažalost, prenosi utakmica naše reprezentacije na Svjetskom prvenstvu neće biti u programu BHRT-a, naša kuća nacionalnom timu Bosne i Hercegovine i ovim putem pruža podršku i želi sreću na najvećoj globalnoj sportskoj pozornici.
04.juni 2026:
"Gospodaru moj, podari mi smiraj koji će doticati moje srce u svakom trenu.
Gospodaru moj, uljepšaj me mudrim umom, milostivim srcem i strpljivom dušom.
Gospodaru moj, obraduj me nečim lijepim neočekivanim. Gospodaru moj, podari mi duševni mir."
#dova#amin
The hardest part of losing a parent isn’t just losing them. It’s losing the version of yourself that existed in relation to them.
You don’t just grieve the person you lost…you grieve the part of yourself that disappeared with them.
I had a friend in the war. Omer. We worked together for a while. He crossed through the woods, survived the Deathmarch. I don’t know, maybe I saw him once after the war. But I’m not even sure anymore. Life scattered us so thoroughly, so completely, that I missed even the fact that he died. After the war. This morning a friend asked me about him. There are so few of us left that I knew, at least, who might know something. Cancer, he said. He wasn’t killed in the genocide, but he died of the genocide. He wasn’t killed in the war, but he died of the war.
Activism, as such, is not the problem. The problem is that activists move on, from one issue to the next. We are the ones who stay behind, to live with the consequences. With what remains of our lives.
26.maj 2026:
"Gospodaru moj,neka nam ne dođe Dan Arefata,a da nam već nisi brige otklonio,srca naša utješio i opskrbio nas onim što želimo.
Gospodaru moj,neka nam ne dođe Dan Arefata,a da nam već nisi grijehe oprostio,mahane sakrio i upisao nas među stanovnike Dženneta.“
#dova
24.maj 2026:
"Gospodaru moj, ko je zaspao u nevolji , probudi ga u radosti,
ko je zaspao u bolesti, probudi ga u zdravlju, a ko je zaspao u umoru, probudi ga u rahatluku
i ko je zaspao u teškoći, probudi ga u olakšanju."
#dova#amin
20.maj 2026:
"Gospodaru moj, nemoj me iskušavati onima koje volim, ni daljinom, ni gubitkom, ni tugom, ni bolešću.
Gospodaru moj, ne daj da u onima koje volim vidim
išta osim onoga što volim."
#dova#amin
08.maj 2026:
"Gospodaru moj, učini moje dane ljepšim od onih koji su prošli i podari mi radost koja će promijeniti tok mog života. Gospodaru moj, molim Te za smiraj u mojoj duši.
Gospodaru moj, podari mi dobro u onome što si Ti za mene odabrao."
#dova#amin
The Faculty of Law (FLW) at the International University of Sarajevo (IUS) organized the event “Kick Start Your Legal Career” on Wednesday, April 29, 2026, bringing together current law students and alumni of the Faculty for an inspiring and insightful discussion on the first steps toward building a successful legal career.
The Faculty of Law extends its sincere gratitude to its alumni Nađa Penava, Doğukan Kılıç, Sara Abdülkerim-Osmanović, and Mirela Osmanović for taking the time to share their experiences and offer thoughtful advice to their younger colleagues. We wish them continued success in their professional careers and look forward to seeing many more of our students follow in their footsteps.
Read more here: https://t.co/QQ54V0ZIcp
#iussarajevo #facultyoflaw #alumni #currentstudents #kickstartyourcareer #legalcareer
I had a friend in the war. Omer. We worked together for a while. He crossed through the woods, survived the Deathmarch. I don’t know, maybe I saw him once after the war. But I’m not even sure anymore. Life scattered us so thoroughly, so completely, that I missed even the fact that he died. After the war. This morning a friend asked me about him. There are so few of us left that I knew, at least, who might know something. Cancer, he said. He wasn’t killed in the genocide, but he died of the genocide. He wasn’t killed in the war, but he died of the war.
Activism, as such, is not the problem. The problem is that activists move on, from one issue to the next. We are the ones who stay behind, to live with the consequences. With what remains of our lives.
I am fifty years old. I survived a genocide. I looked Ratko Mladić in the eye on the morning he ordered the execution of almost everyone I knew.
I will not apologize for surviving - to anyone. I will not apologize for what I learned from that experience. And I will certainly not apologize for walking upright.
Everything I do is for the memory of those who walked upright into their deaths. I knew them. They were real to me. I will not allow anyone within my reach to forget them.
For that, I am prepared to suffer injustice, as I did. To be offended, disparaged, and pilloried, as I was. There are no lengths to which I am not prepared to go in their name.
And I will not be afraid.
18.april 2026:
"Gospodaru moj, Ti vidiš moju tugu koja mi je oslabila tijelo i iscrpila lice, pa napoji moje srce smirajem, moje tijelo zdravljem, a moju dušu spokojem koji ne prolazi.
Gospodaru moj, nadoknadi mi svaku bol i budi mi oslonac ako me sve iznevjeri."
#dova#amin
Prije 33 godine, 12. april bio je ponedjeljak. Na snazi je bilo primirje. UN, s tadašnjim glavnokomandujućim Phillipom Morillonom, tek su stigle u grad - svega desetak vojnika i vojnih posmatrača. Igralište ispred škole vrvjelo je od omladine. Igrao se nogometni turnir, jer ništa nije odvlačilo pažnju od smrti i obnavljalo mrvice normalnosti kao fudbal.
Sa položaja Bratunačke brigade ispaljena je serija granata - neću se razmetati vojnim terminima - na i oko igrališta, usred utakmice. Na teren, na tribine, i dalje, sve do Autobuske stanice udaljene gotovo dvjesta metara. Desetine mrtvih, ranjenih, obogaljenih. Danas smo na to podsjetili. I podsjetili da su, i 33 godine kasnije, svjedoci, preživjeli i počinitelji još uvijek tu. I da barem mi nikada nećemo prestati govoriti o tome.