#Ramo Tahirović

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Humanitarna akcija za Vladu Timotijevića – Priča o solidarnosti i zajedništvu

Humanitarna akcija za Vladu Timotijevića – Priča o solidarnosti i zajedništvu Priča o Vladi Timotijeviću iz sela Zahumsko u opštini Sjenica pokrenula je lavinu humanitarne pomoći nakon što je Ramo Tahirović u maju 2023. godine podelio surovu istinu o ovom mladiću, koji nakon gubitka porodice živi sam, u trošnoj kući, bez osnovnih sredstava za život. (Maj 2023. – Surova istina) Njegova potresna…

[romanistan]

I go home. The door is open. No one is home. Mother! Father! No one responds. Sisters! Brother! No one answers. The house door is open. Perhaps they’ve gone to my uncle. I go and check. They’re not there. My family is gone. There’s no one. I re-enter my house I sit down. I prepare coffee and drink it alone. I see everything as it was: Soup on the stove, Roasted meat in a pan, Salad and baked bread on the low Turkish table I eat the soup prepared by my mother And go out the door The sun is scorching. Maybe they went to the Turbe. I pass through the upper part of the Quarter Leading to the Turbe. There are no Roma in the Quarter I pass by the homes Of Alija, Lafita, and Husica, Nura and Selma. I look inside, wanting to see Meha and Safija Sejdic Their cab sits in front of the entry. Smoke rises from the stovepipe They’re cooking for the grandchildren again But there are no Roma. I get up and proceed. On my left are garages and on their roofs, old auto parts and scrap iron. Water gushes from the taps Someone’s pipes are broken again. I walk slowly because I really want to observe the Quarter. Once more my gaze follows the houses, now to the right I pass the house where Bajro and Grozda Tahirovic lived. Now Refik and his family live there – Kosovar Roma. New Roma have come to the Quarter. I go on and come to the tiny house of old Muste and Zejfa A brother and sister who never married They know how to fight and swear like no one else on earth. They are the best. But there are no Roma. Between these two houses lies the way to the small home Of Bajro Pujpica and Ljubica Besic, Ema and Ramo Mrvica and Celo Tahirovic. I continue on. Here lives Bajro Tahirovic, and beside him Mejra and Tale, Hajra and Bugar Sejdic, Raba and Ramiz Besic, and the home of the family Hasanovic. But there are no Roma. The Quarter is empty. I go on, crying. I see the Turbe. Father’s car isn’t here. I leave behind the house that belongs to Iso and Hajra, and the son Kemo. They aren’t there either. I look down and among the shacks where Kaja and Paso lived, Cina and Musa, Tuna and Trajan with their children. So much garbage around the shacks! Ripped, old, dirty skirts and dresses, Filthy, tattered shoes, spoiled food and paper. Continuing on, I see a tent. A ripped, pathetic, poor man’s tent. Kaja sits before it, as usual. A fire burns In front of it, a piece of sheet metal And on the metal sits a Turkish pot black coffee inside. Good little Kaja. She kisses me. In the shade of the tent sleep five children I sit and drink coffee with Kaja. I want to ask about my family And where they have gone. Fear takes away my voice. Menacing sounds of aircraft above! I tremble with fright My blood freezes. Kaja and the children scatter. Grenades! Bombs! I awake startled in a foreign land. — Hedina Tahirović-Sijerčić, Dream 2, from "Dream 1, Dream 2"

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Humanitarna akcija za najugroženijeg mladića iz Srbije

Humanitarna akcija za najugroženijeg mladića iz Srbije traje i dalje. Nakon meseci napora i nesebične podrške, Vlada Timotijević, mladić iz sela Zahumsko, konačno je dočekao početak izgradnje svog novog doma. Temelji su postavljeni, a građevinski materijal je obezbeđen. Ipak, kako se zima brzo približava, još uvek je potrebno obezbediti dodatni materijal, kao i osnovni nameštaj, sanitarije, i…