Victory
Victory
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Jasmin Hajro
Jasmin Hajro
© 2018 Jasmin Hajro
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-244-39683-1
Cover design by
Jasmin Hajro
In this book you’ll discover :
The bio of auteur Jasmin Hajro
&
Book Victory: my lifestory
&
Bonus book The Recipe for Happiness
&
A preview from book Build your fortune
&
A small acquaintance with establishment Hajro
The bio of author Jasmin Hajro, nice to meet you
Hello dear reader, how are you?
Thank you for buying my book Victory
.
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 then 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 10 books.
The royalties of my books are donated to the charity: foundation Giveth Life.
My company is now part of Hajro Group,
which consists of 20 different subsidiaries,
that are part of 1 umbrella organization :
Called Energy Now.
For more information about my company
& the foundation,
go to my website: www.hajrobv.nl
Victory
Hello again…
I am Jasmin Hajro,
and you just have read a few things about me
in my bio.
But you have bought this book because you
want to know the whole story.
My life story …
I called it Victory,
because I have overcome a few things.
I am 32 years old and live in Doetinchem,
in the Netherlands.
I work as a salesman
on behalf of Hajro.
I sell sets of greeting cards,
gift mugs and booklets.
Part of the proceeds go to more than 40 Charities.
You can find everything about establishment Hajro at
www.hajrobv.nl
I now live in the Netherlands.
But on 6 July 1985 I was born in Sarajevo,
in Bosnia.
When I was a young child, we lived in Gora.
That is a village in Bosnia.
It is on a mountain.
A mountain village.
The view is great,
lots of nature.
Clean, fresh air.
I remember it as a happy time.
The house we lived in
was a kind of 2 houses under 1 roof.
Aunt Rahima had lived in the other part.
Until her own house was built.
My parents both worked,
and I went to Biba,
an elderly woman in the village,
that was my babysitter.
I remember she had an old-fashioned stove,
which worked on firewood.
And we placed unripe walnuts
behind the stove, to ripe.
Under our house,
you had a steep part of soil,
and below that a flat piece of land.
On that flat piece of land,
we grew vegetables,
potatoes and very small tomatoes.
There were also pear trees and walnut trees growing there.
My mother worked at Tas,
an automobile factory,
where they made or processed.
small car parts.
I do not remember anymore
what kind of work my father did then …
You notice that it has been a very long time ago.
I was always very happy to see him,
when he came home.
And asked once if he could work 2 days a week,
and be free 5 days a week.
My uncle Ibro lived close to us,
with Aunt Sevda and my nieces :
Sanela and Amela.
They had a red swing.
I have been swinging on it and went
as high as possible,
Until I got a kind of butterflies in my stomach feeling,
by excitement.
I do not know how to exactly describe that feeling.
With my cousins I did play games such as hide & seek.
I once wrestled with my father
and then I ended up falling weird on my wrist,
it hurted.
Then Dad said: hajmo kod Ibre rostiljat
Let’s go barbequing at Uncle Ibro.
I went to the mosque,
and learned prayers
and how to pray.
I asked the hodza
that’s a kind of reverend,
how you can know if someone is lying.
He said you can see it on the forehead.
That it turns a little red.
It is very peaceful in the mosque,
I still see it that way.
Although it has been a while since I visited one.
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It is now March 27, 2018,
00:44 hours at night.
I’m getting out of bed in the mornings, late again…
I wake up at 9 or 10 in the morning
from the alarm clock.
I then switch off the alarm.
And fall asleep again.
When I wake up again afterwards it is already noon.
I had sleeping pills a few weeks ago,
for 2 weeks..
It went well
I started going to bed earlier,
and getting up earlier. Before noon.
Maybe it is a strange time, in the middle of the night
to write a book.
But I thought that once, I just had to start writing it.
When I was playing at Chess Club Doetinchem,
I said to Frans that I wanted to write a book
about my life.
That could have been in 2009.
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Biba, the woman who looked after me when my parents worked,
was also the babysitter of an orphan.
I do not remember what his name was.
But we went to the mosque together.
There he farted …
And we were both thrown out.
My father drove a Fico,
that is like a kind of old model Fiat 500 car.
If we drove to Grandpa and Grandma,
I could sit on Dad lap
behind the wheel.
The first time I saw snow,
I walked outside in my pajamas.
I was completely stunned to look at it.
Amazing.
It must have been cold outside.
The winters in Bosnia are colder than here.
My father became very angry,
and I got a beating with his belt.
I remember that I was rolling over the ground
and called: nemoj babo
Don’t hit me, Dad
My index finger was completely swollen,
because I was hit there too.
I still love it
to look outside
when it snows.
Everything seems so peaceful then.
Oh, those beatings were normal.
That was how you got punishment,
and how other children received punishment
in Bosnia.
I was 6 years old when I went to school for the first time.
When my sister, Emina was born and I saw her for the first time, she looked tinted. And I thought she was not my sister.
My father once had in an angry mood,
thrown the TV out of the window.
I have around my twentieth year
done the same thing once.
Once my father went to Aunt Rahima,
and I was not allowed to go with him.
Then I went outside
and looked in through the window at them.
My father got angry,
and I had to sit naked in front of the house.
If I wanted a beating,
then I could ask
my daddy, he told me.
My father drank,
mom says he beat her too.
The war had started
between Bosnia and Serbia.
We had moved
because the enemies came too close.
We have moved a number of times.
My father had to fight for Bosnia,
in the battlefield. And was not always with us.
We left the village
and we were in an abandoned house.
I do not remember what that place is called.
We have harvested grain,
and grown potatoes.
We took care of the cow of uncle Ibro,
Galava.
On my fathers request, I had tied Galava to a tree,
so she could graze grass.
But I hadn’t shortened the chain
and she had too much
walking space
so she had eaten a number of our potato plants.
I got another beating.
You could hear the shooting from a distance.
A house near the one where we were in, was blown up.
We left that place in the evening.
A previous hotel became at that time
a shelter for refugees.
We spent a while there,
and got food packages.
I also fell on the stairs there
with a bottle of milk,
and had a cut on my wrist.
It is been stitched and the scar
looks like a cross.
You can still see it,
on my left hand.
My father was not with us
in that shelter.
I remember that we were waiting one time,
with lots of people,
probably for those foodpackets.
It was so oppressive …I felt like I was choking.
My aunt Rahima had already fled to the Netherlands,
and they arranged that we could go there too.
I remember that I had to hold my sister’s hand
and was not allowed to let go. When we were with the cow
walking through the forest.
I do not know how long we have walked.
My father stayed behind at a border.
And said to mom
prepare today for tomorrow &
prepare tomorrow for the day after tomorrow
We had help from a woman in Croatie.
Eventually we were awaited somewhere
by Aunt Rahima.
We signed in as refugees.
And went to an asylum seekers center,
a period of time in Alkmaar..
And a period of time in Kampen near Dronten.
There, I watched Lion King for the first time and
almost had to cry,
because I missed my father.
We went to school and learned Dutch.
After the asylum seekers’ centers we got a Roahuis
in Doetinchem,
on the Leliestraat. (lilystreet)
(a Roa house meant that we had a house and
the government paid the costs for living,
if I remember correctly)
After 5 years we received the Dutch nationality.
It was a red appartmentbuilding on the Leliestraat,
where we lived.
We got to know Zihra,
who lived in the blue building.
Also from Yugoslavia.
There were 3 brothers in our red flat,
a few houses further.
One of them had hanged himself.
My father came to the Netherlands wounded.
We had those piggy banks,
in which we saved money.
So that dad could come to us.
It would be like before,
our family together …
I played a fighting game with Dad on the Nintendo.
And he made baked eggs in the morning.
Very tasty.
The reunification did not last long.
My father left us.
My parents then divorced.
We got a rental house in Doetinchem,
at the Ottawastreet 19.
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We are still living there now.
Although mom now has a boyfriend,
and is with him in the weekends.
And my sister Emina,
is now very pregnant.
I will be an uncle,
in a few weeks.
I once already had described on paper
this piece of my life :
my time in Bosnia and
the flight to the Netherlands.
And called it Rebel.
With more details,
but I lost it.
Or someone took it.
After group 8 I went to the MAVO.
At the Rietveld lyceum in Doetinchem.
I obtained the Mavo diploma.
The Mavo lasts 4 years,
I think in the 3rd year
of the Mavo,
I had moved and lived with my father for a while.
In Smilde, province of Drenthe.
Then I came back to mom.
Heartbroken.
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I think this will become a series …
Are you looking forward to the sequel?
To be continued.
Thank you for reading
the first part of my life story.
I want to give you the next book
as a gift.
Book Recipe for Happiness
you can read on the following pages.
Enjoy.
The Recipe for Happiness, introduction
A book has been written about a true story … About a man who was imprisoned in a concentration camp at the time of Hitler, and happy.
So, Happiness has nothing to do with your circumstances.
It has everything to do with, your choice to be happy, regardless of circumstances.
Choose to be happy.
Of course there are touhger times in life, like when someone you love, dies. That’s part of life. Those times of grief you just have to go through and process.
Processing is best done by talking about it, to get it off your chest regularly.
Or by writing about it,
if you write down a situation or your feelings about it, then it’s on paper, and it is less in your head. Writing is a good outlet.
Processing is also done well by: staying busy. Whether that is in your work or your hobby. They say: a rolling stone does not collect moss.
So stay busy …
Okay, now you have learned a good lesson about how to better process negative life experiences.
But you’re here for the Recipe for Happiness, right?
Well, the lesson you’ve learned will help to make the recipe work better for you.
Chapter I
Here it comes then …
You have probably read a local newspaper, and you regularly check the news.
(the daily news on television)
Have you noticed that about 99% of it is bad news? Only misery.. If you did not know better, you would think that the whole world is going to perish.
If it’s a habit for you, to watch the news every day for half an hour …
Have you ever wondered if it’s healthy for you? Does it make you happy?
Of course not!
The easiest way to change a habit is by replacing it with a new habit.
So from today on, instead of watching the worldly news half an hour a day …
Watch COMEDY for half an hour a day.
Mandatory.
Every day.
Well, now at half past eight in the evening it’s not news time, but Comedy time.
If you watch comedy, you relax & you laugh.
Sounds healthier, doesn’t it?
Well, laughing every day is easy to do, right?
And replacing your old bad habit in this way, with a nice, healthy new habit, is probably easier than you thought.
Except that relaxation is good for you, when you laugh, your body makes endorphins.
Those are natural happiness substances.
Well, after 21 days of daily watching comedy, you will have formed a new habit.
So watch Comedy every day.
You can watch a lot of standup comedy on Youtube for free.
Simple? Sure, but you have to do it, every day, until you don’t have to think about it anymore, and you start doing it automatically.
Chapter II
Some Happiness Ingredients in a row:
— Watch comedy every day, at least one hour.
— Eat ice cream, treat someone with an ice cream.
— Work out, throw out your frustration by playing tennis or go for a run.
— Pee in the yard (and if you get a fine for urinating, laugh your ass off)
— Do not worry, life is too short for that (by staying busy, you do not have time to worry)
— Hug the people that you love
— Go enjoy a cup of coffee or tea
— Buy or save a cat or some other pet
— When you receive money, immediately save a part of it
— Don’t let the media scare you, the world is not getting worse, the world is getting better.
— Sex, need I say more (when you have sex your body also produces endorphins = those natural happiness substances)
Maybe the Recipe for Happiness
is different than you had expected…
But that doesn’t matter,
the point is that it works &
that it will help you to live happier.
Do it,
it is easier
then looking with a sour face.
Note from the author
If you liked this book & got some value from it.
Would you then be so kind,
please,
to recommend it
to the people that you know.
So that they too can enjoy it
and live happier.
Thank you very much.
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It was my pleasure to write and translate
this book ( my third one ) for you.
I hope it helps you to live happier.
( I know it will, if you do the things it teaches )
And I hope, that we can together make a contribution
to more happiness in the world.
We can. If you recommend this book and share it. Then I will promote it.
And together we will make a contribution to
a happier world.
I would appreciate it if you would write a short review. Thank you for your effort.
Kind regards,
Jasmin Hajro
Preview book Build your fortune
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