The poet of freedom and the warrior of peace Komić Fadil (1972 – 1994)

Born on November 9, 1972, in Bosanska Otoka as a first male child to father Ibrahim and mother Emina.

In 1995, the family moves to Bosanska Krupa where he attends and finishes the primary school. Like many elementary school graduates, he enrolled in Medical high school in Bihać, traveling to it mostly by train.

When the war started, he stayed in Bosanska Krupa as a member of a Territorial Defence of his town. 

Upon the formation of 511. Famous Mountain Brigade in the 5th Corps of the Army of Bosnia and Herzegovina he becomes a member - a paramedic in the medical service.

Days spent away from the front line with the combatants were spent with the family: father, mother and two younger brothers that lived in Cazin, as did most survivors and refugees from Krupa and Otoka.

He has been on all battlefields with his brigade; from Otoka, Krupa, Grabež and Hasinn vrh... to Fikret Abdić's paramilitary autonomous province of Western Bosnia and Skokovi, where he was killed on July 12, 1994. 

Destiny this young man and martyr, constantly moving and travelling, changing homes, and yet: in good and evil, always with his family, determined that his remains be buried amidst the war among some of the best sons that were also killed in defence of their only homeland, Bosnia and Herzegovina.

He was buried on a cemetary Ometaljka in Pištaline, along with many other combatants who firmly believed that the evil will not rule for ever and that it is worth giving your life for piece and a better future. 

In this book of poems, the poet prolonges his inner monologue on stolen youth, his own as well as many others, and on changed and lost innocent lives, like his own, due to the war imposed onto them. 

Fadil was a youngman, a persuaded humanist, future successful doctor of medicine and a poet. 

He was always ready to help when needed. 

Here, finally, with this book the Poet in him and from him talks, because not many have stayed human after seening what he has seen; experienced so much inhumanity, felt so much pain, seen so much blood… 

Through reading his lines, the poet leads us into his magical world of empathy, compassion so that they could re-live it together. 

Without a doubt, Fadil – the poet felt and knew his life would end in an instant, somewhere on the battlefield, just like the father of the young Almasa, for some yellow boots. 

A careful reader will find poems talking about his inner fight, on the ghosts of evil he conquered with the strongest weapons of all: paper and pen. 

Therefore, this book of revived verses of now dead poet is yet another joint testimony – word – seen through his eyes and written by his hand. 

Never to be forgotten. 

Hazim Alagić, Bihać, March 3, 2007