Sabahudin Hadžialić, Bosnia and Herzegovina


Sabahudin Hadžialić, Bonia and Herzegovina 

Assoc. Prof. Dr & Dr. Honoris Causa
Sabahudin Hadžialić was born in 1960, in Mostar, Bosnia and Herzegovina. Today he lives in Sarajevo, Bosnia and Herzegovina. He is a professor, scientist, writer, poet, journalist, and editor. He wrote 26 books (poetry, prose, essays as well as textbooks for the Universities in BiH and abroad) and his art and scientific work is translated in 25 world languages He published books in BiH, Serbia, France, Switzerland, USA and Italy. He participates within EU project funds and he is a member of Scientific boards of Journals in Poland, India and USA. Also, he is a regular columnists & essayist, since 2014, of Eurasia Review, think tank and journal of news&analysis from USA. Since 2009 he is co-owner and Editor in chief of DIOGEN pro culture – magazine for, culture, art, education and science from USA. He is a member of major association of writers in BiH, Serbia and Montenegro as well as Foundations and Associations worldwide. As professor he was teaching and still does at the Universities in BiH, Italy, Lithuania and Poland. Detailed info:


North & South (II)

Light is getting better

smarter and like a lightning

hitting where should be…

Dark of is getting worse

stupid and like a dying fish

shaking on a dry sand…

“Should I be worried”, asked the hate.

“Yes”, answered the hope.

Above all, North met South

within the light of awakening.

Cultural differences are advantages.

For the improvement.

Of  love.


Her knowledge of me is


Her devotion to me is


Her love for me is


My longing for her

is never ending story

Being a Ariadne


our connection

she is the strength

I belong to her

What if?

What if he cannot reach the stars?

What if  he is just a reflection of hope?

What if he needs help from her?

Would she help him?

Would she stay with him?

Would she makes a life with him?

Or just walk away…

…in the sunset of love.


Her spiritual


is like an

dreaming about her for me.


Walking through

my soul

I cannot

without meeting her.


No questions more, please.



She will always question manhood

She will never forget her childhood

She will always make a trap

She will always blame them all

Although that might be there some that care

Although that might be there somoene who loves

Although that might be there the one who is devoted

Although that might be there the one – sincere and honest

She will never find a way out

She will never blame herself

She will never stop doing that

She will never…



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