Love at Mostar Bridge

A large European-style house decorated with strong wood in the glass windows and railings. Buildings attached to stone walls on high cliffs that are directly adjacent to a spring in the form of a very beautiful large river fascinate anyone who sees it.

Like enchanted, I looked at him in amazement at the house called "Dervish House".

That's where our next destination is. There lived a religious leader (Sufi) who was famous in this Blagaj area.

While waiting for Nijaz who was talking to the Sufi, I went around this house which sells souvenirs typical of the city of Blagaj and Bosnia itself. Besides that " Dervish House " also serves a small cafe inside.

There is a large Qur'an left by the Sufis in the past. There is also a typical bath with a Turkish style here.

" Zdravo Sufi. Sigurno ste uli za mene mnogo puta. Kao to znate, ja nisam dobra osoba. Ali ako smijem pitati, nešto me muči "

( Salam Sufi. You must have heard about me a lot. As you know I'm not a good person. But if I may ask, something is bothering me )

" Rado u ti pomoći sine, svi imaju isti stepen u očima Allaha SWT, ne zaslužujem da te osuđujem ako samo Allah oprašta. Pa ta mogu učiniti da pomognem ? "

( I will gladly help you son, everyone has the same degree in the eyes of Allah SWT, I do not deserve to judge you if Allah alone is Forgiving. So what can I help ? )

" Eni se sviđam, aja sam upak koji nema ništa i ne može učiniti ništa da je odbrani. Bojim se da se zbog svog prljavog posla ne mogu dobro pobrinuti za to, ipak ću jednog polju "

( That woman likes me, while I'm an asshole who has nothing and can't do anything to defend her. I'm afraid I can't take good care of her because of my dirty work, after all I will die on the battlefield one day )

" Prije svega morate je oženiti mojim sinom, prema savjetima naše vjere i prema adabu naše muslimanske zemlje. Oženivši je, označit ćete je kao svoju ženu, što je jedan od načina da je spriječite od klevete u tom području i mete muškaraca. Vjenčanje je Poslanikov sunnet gdje će oni koji ga budu pravili steći obilje novog bogatstva. Zato se ne morate bojati živjeti. I ja sam vaša hrana koju vam je Allah posredovao kroz moje znanje. Odlazak u rat je mučenička borba. Nikada nemojte davati prioritet Allahovoj sudbini koja se još nije dogodila, pozvati sebe da umrete treba joj prethoditi. Misli pozitivno sine moj, tada će ti Allah dati sreću u životu. Pogledaj koliko te Bog voli. Ta žena vam je zadala srce i definitivno je neko ko je vrlo jak i kasnije vas ojača. Idi k njoj i oženi je "

( First of all you have to marry her my son, according to the advice of our religion and according to the adab of our Muslim country. By marrying her you will label her as your wife, one way to protect her from the slander of the area and the target of men out there. Marriage is the sunnah of the Prophet where those who carry it out will get an abundance new fortune. So you don't need to be afraid to live it. I too am your fortune that Allah has brokered for you through my knowledge. Going to war is a martyr's struggle. Never prioritize Allah's destiny that hasn't happened, calling yourself going to die is ahead of it. Think positive, my son, then Allah will give happiness in your life. Look how much Allah loves you. That woman has set her heart on you and she is definitely someone who is very strong and will strengthen you later. Go approach her and marry her )

About a few hours later he approached me who was already at the side of the house, sitting on a ladder that led directly to the river water.

I dipped my feet into the cold water as I washed the drops of water that I took with both hands on it.

" Do you like this place ? "

Someone with a familiar body scent hugs me from behind.

" Isn't this very beautiful, how lucky you are to live in this place "

" Yeah right, they're very beautiful and I'm very lucky "

An answer that was actually addressed to me while kissing my hair.

" Go back to France, I will come to you in three months "

" No, you're just lying "

" Hmm.. will you marry me ? "

" Was that a joke ? "

" Okay I will marry someone else "

" Are you proposing to me ? It's really not romantic "

" Go home, I will come after the war "

" Yes I do! I want to marry you. Are you my husband now ? "

" Hahaha..not now "

We close this conversation with a kiss on this beautiful river.

The next day I decided to return to Paris. Nijaz took me to the station.

" I really don't want to go "

" Hahaha I really don't want to see you again, scram "

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One month later I am still busy with my campus activities and also the Art Gallery will be making a collaborative exhibition between talented French artists and leading artists in London, England.

I also had the opportunity for the same collaboration service in London.

As soon as I heard the news I did not waste this opportunity to simultaneously send my article about the beautiful country of My Romeo.

I visited some of the UK's leading publishing houses such as Oxford University Press, HarperCollins and Austin Macaulay.

Two weeks after all the exhibition activities in England were over, I got an email from Oxford University Press.

They said they liked my article and would plan to publish it to the public.

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Two months later the British media started contacting me to give credit for my success in touching the British people through the humanitarian article from Elizabeth Queen, in the form of Material assistance and Security Protection assistance from the British Army and supplies of weapons needed.

They began to arrive in Bosnia with a thousand soldiers who would guard the border areas.

Several other European countries such as Germany, Austria and also France will help in whatever they need.

I always monitor developments in Bosnia. Although not yet at peace with the enemy flock, Bosnia can be said to be quite conducive at this time.

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This third month, I started to get nervous and anxious waiting for Nijaz to be there.

It's almost the last week of the month, he hasn't contacted me yet. I plan to go again to Blagaj. But the message alerted me and held back my footsteps.

July 30. I really can't wait anymore. I packed my clothes and ordered a train ticket.

When I opened the door I was shocked because I bumped into someone standing in front of it.

" Bug, Awwwww..what are you doing here "

" Where are you going ? "

" Really it's you? Really ?? "

Without thinking I jumped up and hugged him. I was so moved to see it that I finally burst into tears.

" Don't go again, don't. I won't allow it. Stay here "

" I can't possibly go, how am I going to go it turns out you're quite heavy too "

" I love you Nijaz "

" I had to too "

"Hahaha.."

We laughed and kissed incessantly.

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Two days later I was in Sarajevo again.

I took Nijaz to meet Mr. Semir and his family.

At the "King Fahd Mosque" I set my heart on Allah SWT.

Although he was afraid to leave me to Nijaz, he was also happy.

Then we continued our journey to Blagaj.

In " Dervish House " that we tied the rope of our love that was mediated by the Sufi.

I'll be living in " Blagaj Fort " for the next few months, while exploring this beautiful wounded land.

I just walked around Vlero Bune, Velagic House and finally we sat under the magnificent bridge by the river known as "Old Bridge" or "Mostar Bridge (Stari Most).

" You know honey, this country is perfect for you. Bosnia is Nijaz, Nijaz is Bosnia. There are tears in this beautiful land, and there are wounds in the light of my Romeo's eyes "

" Is that true ? "

" There is warmth that radiates between the coldness of your faces. I love you from that first impression "

" I love you too my wife "

~The End~