Overcoming tough times
Overcoming tough times
____________________________________
Jasmin Hajro
Jasmin Hajro
© 2018 Jasmin Hajro
Cover design by
Jasmin Hajro
Second edition 2018
In this book you’ll discover :
The bio of author Jasmin Hajro
&
book Overcoming tough times
The bio of author Jasmin Hajro, nice to meet you
Hello dear reader, how are you?
Thank you for buying my book.
.
My name is Jasmin Hajro,
I was born on July 6, 1985 in Bosnia.
As refugees, we came to the Netherlands 21 years ago.
After having completed school & worked at several jobs …
On 17 December 2012, I founded my first company:
investment firm Jasko.
After a successful first year, I unfortunately had to close that company. After a short period of rest, unemployment and temporary work. I started again as an entrepreneur.
On September 1, 2015, I founded establishment Hajro.
( We say establishment instead of company,
because we do a bit more than just sell stuff.
Like providing jobs,
donating to 40 different charities,
and helping people to live richer. )
Since the beginning the core activity is,
selling sets of greeting cards, door to door.
Nowadays the product range has been expanded.
With, among other things, the selling of my 12 books.
The royalties of my books are donated to the charity:
foundation Giveth Life.
From there more than 40 other charities receive donations.
And by buying this book you support more than 40 charities.
Thank you.
My company is now part of Hajro Group,
which consists of 19 different subsidiaries,
that are part of 1 umbrella organization :
Called Energy Now. (Energie Nu)
For more information about my company
& the foundation,
go to my website: www.hajrobv.nl
Overcoming tough times
What are tough times?
Isn’t that different for everyone?
Perhaps something like tiring times.
Times that make you tired.
I worked in a tapas restaurant in Arnhem,
called Ramblas.
The food was delicious,
but I waanted to do something else,
then work in the dishes and the kitchen.
I started a home study for Wft basic Advisor,
when I worked in that restaurant.
In the evening at home I heard that my uncle Ibro,
who lives in Bosnia, had died.
Things were finally going the right way.
I finally had work and earned money,
could pay my bills.
And reduce my debts.
Well then thas bad news came.
It was as if all energy went out of me.
I have very happy memories of
my childhood in Bosnia.
My family is part of my happy memories.
Someone once asked me what I was missing?
Because I had almost no contact with my uncle.
Apparently, those things go like that,
contacts & connections fade …
Especially if you live far away from each other.
What I missed was his humor,
it always feels good and joyous when I was there.
And going to Bosnia on vacation is no longer
the same, because the people you go for
no longer exist.
I have thought about it…
Because I have already written 11 books.
The one you are reading now is the first part of my new series:
Work to shine.
What kind of book would be good for many people?
What kind of book would be helpful to many people?
What should be in it, what would it have to give to readers?
Even if it is only recognition,
periods I went through &
that they are going through.
That they can relate to.
To know that you can get through anything.
No matter how painful it is
and no matter how bad it seems, at the moment.
Or comfort.
Maybe relativation,
to attenuate their troubles and their situation &
see them in the right perspective.
They’re just like a threshold on the road,
that you really will get over.
To be honest, I do not want to write this book.
I do not feel like writing it.
I really had to force myself,
to sit down &
start writing.
It is Sunday for God’s sake.
July 1st
A new month started,
it is beautiful sunny weather outside.
I got up before noon, for once.
Yeah, for some miraculous reasons,
I am almost 33 years old and I still struggle
to get up in the morning on time.
So what does this Workaholic do?
On such a nice Sunday?
Starting on a new book series &
writing a book that he actually does not want to write.
Well if you’ve read my book Victory,
then you know that one time in Bosnia
when I was a little boy
I had to sit nude in front of the house. As a punishment.
Because of those kind of fokking things,
I did not really want to write this book.
Anyway,
I have already started …
So what’s in it for you, to know what kind of
extreme punishment I received?
Well, whatever is bothering you,
no matter what kind of tough time you’re going through now.
Ans no matter how difficult it may be for you …
You will never have to sit naked in front of your house,
as a punishment.
You see,
your situation is not that bad.
(That is relativizing, that is to say
relativation or taking the edge off it)
Perhaps there is a better translation?
But you know what I meant, right?
Let’s go back to Uncle Ibro for a moment,
he left behind a wife and two daughters.
I’m just very sorry that I did not do something for him,
when it was still possible.
I live in a country where I have much more possibilities,
then they have in Bosnia.
I would have liked to send him money every month
And have visited them every year,
or a number of times a year.
Sent them gifts and spent more time with them.
I would have liked him to get to know my great company
& to show him my 11 books which are for sale in 190 countries worldwide…
And the good foundation that I founded.
But that is not possible anymore,
Uncle Ibro is deceased …
People of gold
For me that was Grandpa Vejsil and Grandma Ziba.
They too lived in Bosnia.
Grandma and step grandpa actually.
Maybe because they have more experience with parenting,
then my parents.
Or because I never got a beating from them.
It was always great fun with grandpa and grandma.
A lot thanks to her
My father’s oldest sister, Aunt Rahima.
Thanks to her, we were able to go to the Netherlands.
To get away from the war.
I owe a lot to her.
In a short period of time
In the period of time, that Uncle Ibro died,
I went to work
& then back home again.
I had enough of it
and I left.
In that period,
that lasted perhaps a half year or 1 year.
Aunt Rahima died of cancer,
Grandma Ziba died.
I went to Bosnia and there
I have carried her coffin for a while.
There was a long line of people and the coffin was passed on.
All the way to the grave.
We had a friend of my mother
in our neighborhood: called Ria.
She drank a little too much and had
a strange fear: she was afraid to walk up the stairs.
It was nice with her, when she came to visit.
She also died of cancer.
In that short period of time.
And then I heard that Grandpa Vejsil
also had died.
A while before, grandmother and grandmother had already split up.
But still.
That was 5 people in a short period of time.
At that time we received many letters from collection agencies
and bailiffs.
Our bills that they doubled the amounts that we had to pay
and that was all according to the law.
Yah Yah.
They are legitimate thieves.
So I was very angry and sad then.
Very very angry. Warlike angry.
And sad.
As you understand,
I would have liked to have done something more for them.
Spent more time with them.
Have given them more.
And I would loved to show them,
how far I have come.
From being 1 night homeless,
to writing 11 books & publishing them in 190 countries worldwide
Plus a good foundation &