Ah yeah, Kozarac... the 11th canton of the federationMila said:My family is very new to Sarajevo. In fact, I was quite literally the first member of my family to be born here. My Mother's family is from Kozarac, where she was born. I say the same of my Father's family but they were actually from a small village closer to Prijedor. Now I have family mainly in Kozarac, Sarajevo, and Jablanica.
I'm glad my parents moved to Sarajevo, though, and that I was born here. Who knows, otherwise I might have been Djamila Nesuvic.
OMG...I know absolutely what you meant! Whenever my cousins and I had gone to the Mosque to pray, I never told anyone, but I thought it was the most BORING things! :lol: Not untill later in my life did I realize that it was good for my disapline, and introducing god to me. :yes:Mila said:they have absolutely NO idea what they're doing, or why. I love the "religious ignorence" of youth.
L3D3NI said:That thing was stupid. It was just us and a bunch of Palestinians. They tried to teach us how to eat pizza the islamic way and a bunch of other crap.
And I'll never forget praying right behind that guy who's asscrack kept coming up whenever he bent down.
I suppose it was then that I realized why women traditionally pray in the back as opposed to the front.
Remember the time after school we left Ena in school, and convinced out grandfather that she was in the car!? He parks the car at our apartments, and L3D3NI breaks out of the car, and sprints away like his problem would get better. :rofl:L3D3NI said:The asscrack is still my most vivid memory... we were cracking up during the prayer and then the imam criticized us afterwards..
The little boy? His name was like Anderew or something. LOL...L3D3NI said:lol, I don't remember the little boy.
But that bitch deserved it. She said herself she didn't want to get in the car.
:rofl:Mila said:Mosque memories...well...
There was the time I was standing at a Srebrenica-related prayer service...rocking back and forth on my high heels (I was outside in the courtyard, as were many others) and suddenly...*snap*...somewhere between standing, and landing on my bottom...I screamed a phrase which began with 'Jebem' and ended with 'supak' and didn't mention anyone's Mother...
I was at the new mosque in Kozarac, sitting at the back against the wall with my grandmother. There was another set of bodies identified and a group of men were praying, and Nena wanted to be there at the mosque - she finds it comforting. We're just sitting silently after our conversation died so I pointed out a young man near the front who was praying and I whispered to Nena: That boy has a nice bum...
And she turned to me, and said with full volume of voice: You don't need to be looking at people's asses in a mosque, Mila!
Haha, bit late on the Bosnian forumer's gossip?SpotlessMind said:Wait, Mimica and L3D3NI... you guys know eacht other? I'm confused...