Volume 03 No. 3 (2008): July

- A Description of Bosnia in a Report to The Holy Sea in 1600

The kingdom of Bosnia, called Moesia, is large…. Its climate is very temperate and very healthy. The ground is rich with many mines of iron, lead, tin, copper, silver, and gold. Men are tall, handsome, clever, robust, and courageous. The soil is rich in all things for nourishment and human sustenance. It is irrigated by many navigable streams and adorned  []

- Hassan in Constantinople: Portrait of Bosnia from “Death and the Dervish”

Hassan adapted badly. He was oversensitive about everything concerning himself and his homeland and convinced of human values that he thought would be recognized everywhere. Finding himself in the rich imperial city, with its intricate connections and relationships between people—necessarily merciless, like among sharks in the deep sea, falsely polite, hypocritically polished, interwoven like the threads of a spider’s web—the  []

- Rumi’s Philosophy and the Bosnian Paradigm

The Bosnian paradigm is positioned in this essay in a manner diametrically opposite to current prevailing perceptions of Bosnia and Herzegovina. We seek to provide a proper response to the current situation and the central issue: Are we to focus on our differences, or on what we have in common in Bosnia? It is my intention to demonstrate that this  []

- Mak Dizdar: The Poet

Mehmed Alija Dizdar, the most famous Bosnian poet of this age, was born in 1917 in Stolac, a town in the heart of Hum, the southern province of Bosnia. Few of Dizdar’s readers know him by the name bestowed on him by his father Muharem and his mother Nezira, née Babović. Rather, they known him by his pseudonym of Mak  []

- Checkpoint

at the checkpoint made of tree trunks and barrels filled with sand, a group of pale bus riders standing in a meandering line depends on one man whose belly will soon have his blouse buttons burst. am I a Jew: a Muslim: a Catholic: which one does he want to hate more: will my name on the soiled piece of  []

- A Refugee Concept

1.0 I have always thought that rivers are cursed for they have no place to go but into the sea No home once you start to run and Stumble blindly over the stones Wind around things you cannot go through The swelling force is not life giving but Your desperate desire that speeding up the way down will make you  []

- Grandfather to Grandson

you will not remember much about me a thought here and there struggling to become an image occasional snapshots will make even more confusing whenever you set your electric train in motion, it was the train of my exile I had to forget all over again my numb fingers holding onto the air you threw your stuffed sad-eyed dog off  []

- Dead End

you should have known all along things are not as they appear, though once they do they are what they are – sheer luck got you across the open space, creating the illusion the mind’s eye was to be parallel to the line of sight: but a straight path, whether there or not, is just a manifestation, to be negotiated  []