Help us to rebuild our Mosque
On the way from Žepče to Maglaj, somewhere in the middle of that move, there is a small place called Ozimica. Ozimica is a returnee place with wonderful and friendly people with a big heart. In Ozimica, new dreams are being born, a tower of survival is being built on the former ruins. This is the place where the new story begins, when an end was in sight. That future is bravely grappling with unpleasant times.
Ozimica is the embodiment of natural beauty. There, the meadows stretch into despair. There are green caps soaring high to the sky. Under the auspices of that beauty, there was a beauty whom some bad people intended to cut the wings off and forcibly stop the flight. During the unfortunate events of the war, they demolished it, set it on fire and devastated it.
More than 20 years backwards. I saw misery, decay, ruins and hopelessness. I saw my beauty ashamed and devastated. The crown was removed from her head. The windows through which she looked at the world were left without glass. They weakened its foundations.
Even in that time, those who loved it in any condition, proudly stood on its gate. They swore that they would return the crown to her head and be there forever.
They stood in unison in front of the ruins of this beauty, sincere and loyal. They left behind a promise that their descendants would stand up for well-being of this beautiful mosque
Time is preparing to break another year in a row. A magical morning bathes our beauty in its most beautiful splendor.
Soaring to the heights, with a borrowed crown on the head, our beautiful mosque testifies to its survival. The memorial fountain remembers and warns us. Birds of paradise gather there, and they testify to the promises made in the past.
Wrapped in a
white cloak, it blends in with the surroundings. It is truly a part of our
origin, persistence and future existence.
In order to be able to afford our beauty a new, well-deserved outfit, adorn our mosque with fragrant flowers and put a new crown on its head, it is necessary to spread the story of her suffering and rebirth.
United and diligent hands, honesty in our chests, build the strongest bonds. Through these bonds, our footsteps resonate loudly. The sonority of the steps calls for joint creation. Together, we will build a bond that connects our hearts. Our descendants will witness the source of our unity, our mosque. They will witness the process of its rebirth. They will continue to build.
Summers follow one another indefinitely. Now, when I look almost 20 years back, I felt sadness. And I don’t want to be sad. Therefore, I want to talk only about the present and build the future. And there I see green trees and grass . I see the birth of a new morning. I see our mosque sunlight. I see our mosque happy because we kept the promise of our ancestors and we have not forgotten it.