By Tahsim Xh. Demiraj
Memorie.al / …From the objections of Shefqet bey Vërlac, Elbasan lost the chance, it was not approved as a place to hold that forum…! Mustafa Kruja wanted to be kept in Kruja, to dominate the decisions of the congress in his favor, but was opposed by the National Wing. The National Wing, turned to the Nationalist, the son of the people, the Shekh of Karbunara, to that handsome man – charismatic, even God, as if he had put the sculptor’s chisel, carved the marble stature and soul of the ardent patriot, the National Wing, turned to him that for Albania, he gave everything…! The honor of the meeting place of the National Congress belonged to and would remain to Lushnja…! Those politicians are rare, who love, respect, worship the country as if it were mother and father, as if it were God himself…!
Many enter politics as a craft, to live with it, without having the basic principle of what they should deal with! Those – the rare ones, whose blood is pure and whose honor is virtue, do not place anything on the country, not even an interest, those for the country, go to the point of self-denial, without any hesitation, do not make any compromise. They only honor him, pray to him, fall on their knees, worship him…! Rare are the brave, those who say it bluntly, be it sweet or bitter, the others are lightning, those who deal with tricks. The first are the marathon runners, who walk uphill and downhill, the second are those who, without breaking a sweat, throw thorns at the feet of the first, put sticks through the wheels, marathon runners’ carts and pass us in turns, take the warm couches, comfortable positions, privileges, they deal with their mischief and show their elbows to the elders…!
Shehu, Ibrahim Karbunara
Among the rare idealists, there is the tribe of the Sheikhs of Karbunara, and at the head of the tribe, shines the cultured cleric, Sheh Ibrahim Karbunara, educated in the most prestigious Universities of Istanbul and Tehran, traveled and equipped with the culture of the East and that Western – European, since the last decade of the 19th century. Sheh Ibrahim Karbunara, when the Turks were still here, was engaged in patriotic, enlightenment activities, preparing independence and would suffer for this activity in the service of the nation, but he was determined, and was exiled to Peqin…! However bitter the tribute, it would not be returned.
He had above all; God, Motherland, Man in the center and Albania in the forefront…! With this platform, in the last years of the 19th century, the patriarch and the other nine men who followed him – Shehaj of Karbunara, entered the paths of history…! It was the years after the League of Prizren, the turbulent years of the disintegration of the Ottoman Empire, that Albania would be reborn. With this platform, they committed themselves to the times that would come and they would fight with the events that would unfold. Baba Sheh Karbunara, had not made calculations, when he entered politics, he did not dream of laurels, but he did not step in case he would reach abnegation. He had made the choice, devoted himself to faith in God, preaches goodness, virtues, love for the country and love for man, and he would perform this duty in the house of God, in the 400-year-old Teqe of Karbunara.
At the same time as a post-Renaissance ideator, he would preach and follow our classics, those who, with quills and rifles, never stopped working for Albania. The masjid of Karbunara with Sheh Ibrahim, who had walked and seen from there from the sunrise to the west, had become known throughout the country and together with other Helvetian masjid, from Peshkopia to Tepelena, from Tirana to Kavaja and Berat, in Përmet, became an important center of spiritual nourishment and emancipation of the society of the time. Baba-Shehu was a born democrat, equipped with oriental and occidental culture with faith in the great God…! His Highness, waiting and escorting, not only the Bektash supporters, from all over Myzeqeja, Dumrea and Darsia, but also anyone who would bring him on the road, was a shelter for the committees, for the “bands of thieves”, for the whole people, without dogmatic differences, shelter of all the rebels in the service of the nation, and in the 40s, of the nationalist squads of the war for freedom, and then, they were included in the Anglo-Soviet-American coalition.
See Karbunara, he only knew the Flag of Arbër, he was the first fighter, against every invader and, against predatory neighbors, who only stab us in the back…! You had seen the political acrobatics and chose the national side. He was only a nationalist, he wanted his country to shine among the best countries in Europe, he dreamed of the West, Europe, as a support for his country, that in Europe, we were also a part, since the Big Bang. By following this path, his credibility had entered into myth and legend and his word, which was law for anyone who heard it…! This is how, with this platform, the excellent cleric found himself in politics, in the service of the country he loved so much, in the service of the people he loved, this would be the whole of his situation, in Albanian politics.
Ultimately, politics is the belief about a particular school, about a compelling program, for those who will follow it. The program of Baba-Sheh Karbunara, who was quintessentially humane, convincing to the point of hypnotism, that he was not dogmatic and that is why the people of God gathered around him, and therefore his friendly circle, both of the Khrushchev and of politics, would be intellectuals. by name, as; Fan Noli, Bahri Omari, Kolë Kuqali, Rexhep and Mustafa Gjinishi, Kolë Tromara, Sejfulla Malëshova, Sejfi Vllamasi, Koli Rrodhe,… with Nebi Sefa, Syrja Selfo and others and others, from tribes heard and first by name… ! Shehu, who had turned into a banner in all that space in Karbunare, Darsi, Dumre and Lushnje, his reputation was now known throughout Albania. And therefore, he would also be elected to the Presidency of the Anti-Fascist War. See Ibrahim Karbunara, he was a mediator of the Renaissance and the new time…1912…!
When the Elder of Vlora proclaimed Independence, Shehu Ibrahim Karbunara was also there, together with Nehbi Sefa, they represented Lushnje in that great event…! Shehu would remain in the country’s history as the writer of the Act of Independence…! The turbulent times after the disintegration of the empire, after independence, still did not give hope for the formation and crystallization of the new state…! Prince Widi was also tried to reign, but he left after 6 months…! Albania was still an unorganized wasteland, where Italians, Greeks and Serbs tried to extort from this godless country, they were not satisfied with the fragmentation of 1913, but other gluttony. We cowered in ourselves, they – who and who, snatched from us, who and who, snatched us…! But…now we were awake, we were raised by the best, smartest and most prepared sons of the country…! In all the key events that the country would go through, Ibrahim Karbunara was already engaged…1919.
While the Greeks and Italians were in a hurry to implement the secret Treaty of 1915, there in Teqe e Karbunara, the Shehu was waiting for Consul Eden, the Intelligence Services and Thomson. Two English dignitaries were talking to the Great Albanian, very interested in Albanian problems, since the British Government wanted the formation of a national government – instead of the one in Durrës, the Italian filo…! It was vital to hold a national Forum…! Time did not wait! In the middle of December 1919, in this temple of the god, in Teqe e Karbunara, the Committee was formed, chaired by Sheh Karbunara, vice-chairman Mihal Gramenon, composed of: Sali Butka, Vasil Tromara and others, for the meeting of the historical Congress of Lushnja …! It was Sheh Karbunara who assigned Lushnja as the venue for the Congress. And in a flash from Lushnja, the invitations went out – to the Municipalities of Albania, to send their delegates at the appointed time…! The meeting place of the historic, anti-imperialist and anti-predator Congress would be held in Lushnje…! This is what happened to Elbasan, Kruja and Lushnja, and this is how it remained in history, Lushnja, would hold the honor of that National Congress. January 21, 1920, 10 am. At the door of the house of the Lushnjar patriot, Kaso Fuga, Shehu prayed for the opening of the Congress. Lushnja ensured good and fruitful works, for the good of the Nation. The Congress declared the Government of Durrës overthrown, laid the foundations of the new state, where the Albanian people, for the first time, crystallized into a nation. It ended the centuries-old era and the history of the tribes that made up the Albanian people…! He asked to recognize the boundaries of the Conference of Ambassadors of London and did not recognize the secret Pact of 1915…! The Great Powers were forced to recognize only the Albanian state of 1913.
With the Congress of Lushnja, the foundations of a modern, contemporary state would be laid. It formed the Supreme Council, the government and elected the senate… The Congress of Lushnja was crowned with success, the Minister of the Interior A. Zogu, accompanied by a group of nationalists, set out to in the Capital of the country, where the Government of the newest state of the time would start work…! Masjid e Karbunara – a temple since 1617 that had laid down its roots with Sheh Mehmet, who came from Kavaja, grew year after year and, from time to time, with Sheh Nuri, Sheh Hasan, Sheh Rushit, at the beginning of the new century, with the most educated, with the great Albanian, the cultured Sheh Ibrahim Karbunara, it would be the temple of the innovator and warrior, in the shocking events that the country was going through and it would play an important role in the social and political life from the first years of independence, of the establishment of the new state, as well as during the years of the Monarchy and with the fascist occupation, it became the nursery of the anti-fascist war…!
From the Patriarch and after him, all the men of the tribe and the youngest of the Shehajs, came out in the fight for freedom. Shehu himself would be in the National Liberation War Council…! While masjid was burning from the fascist fire bridges, the Shehaj tribe fled to Greater Kosovo and Kadiaj…! The war would end, so masjid would rise again and the tribe would gather again where it had its roots…! It is a lesser crime to betray a government than to betray the people. There are a thousand ways to betray the people: You can oppress them with violence, terror and raids, exploit and expropriate, impoverish millions of men and women, issue despotic laws and make the courts instruments of punishment; to spread a false propaganda, to pit two parts of society against each other for no reason; you can make war and, like those alchemists, make gold with the blood of men. This is how the people are betrayed… (Albert Kahn, “High Treason”)
Fatality…! The cross of the accursed World War, which began on April 7, 1939, upon our nation of about 1 million inhabitants, would weigh much, much more heavily than on any other nation…! While their Cross was wooden with ordinary dimensions, our Cross would be steel and cyclopean in size…! We will be the rare ones, if not the only ones in Europe, who paid a bitter pharmaceutical tribute…! The burnings, murders and barbarities of the war paid for everyone, yesss… after the war, all of Europe, as well as the world, began to breathe freely, rolled up their arms and began to rebuild, elected the head of their countries, and what they wanted, so let them live the way they wanted after the war. All of them lived in freedom, in solidarity with each other and with good neighborly economic exchanges…!
We, who came out of the war crippled, the curse fell on our heads, neither the Greeks, nor the Italians, but we, the lightning, separated from the allies of the excellent Anglo-Soviet-American coalition, we who were on the side of the winners of the war, refused The “Marshall” plan, which recovered the whole of Europe, we expelled the Anglo-American diplomats and severed relations with them, we denied Kosovo and connected more with Serbia, we fell into the second oppression, the second war, the terrible civil war, to kill each other and in the eternal class war, which would divide us to the point of confusion, which would isolate us to the point of distrust from Europe and the civilized world, those of us who were part of the National Liberation Democratic Front , we were betrayed and suddenly we found ourselves under the communist-Enverist red caste, which made us feel bad, so much so that we started talking to ourselves…!
Most of the young people at the beginning of the war, which was organized in the Anti-Fascist Youth, were not communists, no, but as Albanians, who wanted to fight the occupier…! But the diabolical pro-Slavic-communist leadership indoctrinated that whole part…at first it infiltrated its emissaries through the detachments and the detachments, still unaware, found themselves recruited…then when they saw what was being done, they retreated by the nose, by a certain Dushan and Meladin and now they were in front of the trap and were falling into the Slavic abyss, they began to wake up and seek to differentiate themselves, but just then, those usurping Ustalars and good students of the Dushman, began with pressure, arrogance and arrogance, with terror and massacre and thus against their will, everyone saw themselves recruited and remained inside the “Red Stan”.
The communist leadership, now more and more, appropriated the whole war, usurped the country and completely avoided the pursuit of the German forces, abandoned them and continued the war alone, inside the country and far, far away from the world, openly and in a monstrous way, only intensified the war fratricide…! The Great Curse had fallen upon us: the nationalism that had been ensnared, deceived by false propaganda, under the banner of the joint National Liberation Front of Peza and Mukje, was now out of the game…! Those with the denomination; The National Liberation Democratic Front, without blushing at all, lied and turned it into; Democratic Front, “National-Destructive”, until 1948, when they came out openly with the Albanian Communist Party…! When they remembered. Baba Sheh Karbunara and many of those who were unwittingly framed with the partisans, it was too late and when they would see that they had entered deeply, under the orders and command of the Serbian and Montenegrin dushmans, it was too late and there was no going back… !
Woe to those who were lied to, they remembered that their voice would be heard in the opposition. The oppositionists, the nationalists who had always been at the forefront of the wars for national freedom, those who had never agreed with the Anatolian and Asian despotism, and with the Monarchy, those great Albanians, with European visions… like; Bahri Omari, Kole Tromara, Sheh Ibrahim Karbunara, Kole Rrodhe… Enver Sazani, Shefqet Beja, colonels Mestan Ujaniku, Riza Dani, Rexho Plaku, Islam Radovicka, with lieutenant colonels Baba Faja Martaneshin and Baba Fejzo Dervish, and other legendary commanders of squads and then Brigades, almost the commanders of all Brigades, who were surprised what was happening; “In a liberated Albania”, they raised their voices and demanded that the promises be kept, then when the Albanians were called and stood up, they started ringing the alarm bells, but high treason, spread false propaganda, issued despotic laws and made the courts tools of punishment…!
High treason…!
There are a thousand ways to betray the people: You can oppress them with violence, terror and raids… issue despotic laws and make the courts instruments of punishment; to spread a false propaganda, to raise two parts of society against each other for no reason. This is how the people are betrayed… (A. Kahn “High Betrayal”) Before going to the Cinema “November 17”, from the east and the west, large banners were placed: “Long live People’s Democratic Albania” and; “We are loyal to the people, until death”…! The loudspeaker was blaring: “The first Democratic elections, in the People’s Democratic Albania, were won by the Democratic Front of Albania”, “Long live the Democratic Front of Albania”, “Long live the Federative People’s Republic of Yugoslavia”…!
Military formations, like on parade days, circled around the “17 November” cinema, singing loudly:
“A voice is rising from the bottom of the grave,
Like fire when it ignites it opens on the ground
Revenge, O people, at the mouth of the barbarian,
Revenge, revenge, the martyr calls out……!
The flag of liberation is rising,
Watered with martyr’s blood,
The consecration jerk is rising,
I hit all the enemies…”!
The megaphones on the streets of the capital were shouting loudly: Today in the Cinema “November 17”, the Special Trial opens, against the enemies of the people…!
“Sons of Stalin are us,
That we spill blood everywhere,
How to wave for over and
Hammer and sickle flag…
Guard, guard…
Your filthy fascists,
here it comes here it comes…
It’s the last war that started…
It is the blood of brothers, my friend…
It is the revolution that broke out…
To save the slaves,
above ground, above ground…”!
Crowds had gathered and were anxiously waiting to see those, the pluralist deputies, who had been arrested and would appear in court. Their car arrived; it was completely closed. It stopped. A soldier opened the back door and, in a flash, the guards armed with machine guns came down, quickly opened and formed a passage, for those who were going down one by one…! Shaved, those of the Presidency of the Democratic Front, yellow and emaciated, well dressed, as if they were going to a wedding, because they had been ordered to do so, they lined up proudly two by two, because they had tied them like that…! They opened their eyes, as if they saw someone of their own, or someone they knew…!
“Long live People’s Democratic Albania”! “Long live… Long live…” “Down with the enemies of the people”! “Whoah, Whoah, Whoah”, “Long live the Democratic Front”! “…Long live”…”Watch, Watch”! Those days, in the capital of People’s Democratic Albania, there was a loud cry; “Long live People’s Democratic Albania” and went to the “November 17” cinema, associated with the General Secretary of the Democratic Front of Albania and Myslim Peza’s close friend – Shefqet Beja…! Those days, I screamed louder; “We are loyal to the people, until death”, while the legendary Shehu of Karbunara, took place with his hands tied, in the dock, the General Chairman of the Democratic Front, Enver Hoxha, in the blood-colored velvet box, rubbed his hands with evil and he remembered when he was going from Berat to Tirana and was back for lunch, in Masjid of Karbunarë:…
“He told me then: Don’t spoil Bahriu…! I told him: “Stay wise Baba-Sheh…! He himself will look at me, what I will do with him…! Here he is now, the accused… me in the velvet loggia…! He and his son, Hyseni…yes, yes…yesss dale, dale I have business with his whole tribe, because they are all men…! All those who will not come after me will look at me well…”! He was wearing golden shoulder straps of the Army General, which Titua sent him from Belgrade…! Before the trial, the nationalist deputy, Sheh Karbunara, Member of the General Council of the National Liberation War, and his son Hyseni appeared with him.
“The development of the ‘Trial of Deputies’ took place with “open doors” at the Cinema “17 November”, where only the “elite” were present in the hall with invitations from the Security…! Even today, the empty, often insulting accusations directed at the defendants, to demoralize them, are still fresh in my mind. Very dignified, was the attitude of Sheh Karbunara, when they read the depositions of his son, Hysen, (whom they had massacred, during the torture in the investigator) when he says: “Jazek to you, for what you said”! (Syrja Selfo – witness of the time.) …The whole hall heard it, Baba Shehu, challenged the morbozi Enver Hoxha, who was hanging out in the velvet loggia… everyone heard it through the loudspeakers… the whole Albania heard it…! That titan Ibrahim Karbunara was punished by firing squad, his son was also punished by firing squad…! The first two mandates, in the great tribe of the Shehu of Karbunara…! That Karbunarasi, the son of this people, together with his son, went arrogantly towards death.
…In those days, loudspeakers were installed in the squares of the cities of Albania, directly connected to the Cinema “17 November” in Tirana, so that the crowds could listen to the “Trial of Deputies”, or rather; the beginning of the dictatorship and more precisely, the nails in the throat of Democracy in “People’s Democratic Albania”. The short-sighted tinsmith, Koçi Xoxe (as Panço Vila, in the Mexican film “Long live Zapata”), was condemning the General Secretary of the Democratic Front, only for demanding free and democratic elections in Democratic Albania, and the black Prosecutor, Josif Pashko, he took off his robe, to humiliate the defendant, received the well-deserved answer and unmasked himself, in front of the defendant.
But… since the law is the strongest, he sent the General Secretary of the Democratic Front, Shefqet Bejë, to the rope…! On the rope, the martyr of pluralism and in front of the execution platoon, the one who had given so much to the country throughout his life, the Shehu of Karbunara, along with his son, Hysen and others! In shooting, the legendary Shehu of the Renaissance, the Shehu who wrote the Act of Independence in 1912, the Shehu who opened the proceedings of the 1920 Congress, the protagonist of the 30s, of the Monarchy period, the Shehu who was also at the Presidency of the National War – Liberator, the Shehu who knew him, loved and respected him, a whole people…!
The end-world of the Shehlers of Karbunara…!
Rejoicing at the release of each one of them from prison, it had become a habit for the men of the Shehajs to ask each other: Who among us has it’s turn…?! and the next day, the other one would be arrested…! Notice! Notice, O people, what a nightmare the men and women, children, young people and brides lived in the Shehler tribe: “Who among us, it is our turn tomorrow, to go to the investigators, prisons, catacombs, tortures, torments, in the wolf’s mouth, in barrels of cold water…?! Who among us will have their teeth broken, by those who fell with cobras on their faces, by brave investigators…?! They knew that one of them was appointed. They were anxiously waiting, who will he be…?! Who among us has the turn?! They loved each other very much, each one was sorry for each other’s fate, as for himself…! Who among us has the turn…?! Where will our children start…?! What do they do with what they got yesterday…?!
What about the other one, who we don’t know where he is and they didn’t even let him take his medicine…?! Where is he…? Why don’t they tell us…?! The children forgot to laugh…they only cried, for their fathers and uncles, who had taken the children of the Shehler tribe of Karbunara tied up, frowning, grown up before their time…! Hallemedha women became men…! The men of the tribe, with clenched jaws, asked: “Which of us has the turn”…?!
On October 10, 1947, 77 years ago, after shooting the titan of Karbunara, together with his son Hysen, the blackened winners of that war, would commit other atrocities, on the other eight men of Shehaj, they would also kidnap the two sons. others, the Shehu’s, Rizai and Baki, and they were sent to the cells, separated from each other, tortured and raised and turned down and woke up, wet cement and here they would arrest Njaziu – Baba-Shehu’s brother and also the brother the other, the youngest Emin, still crying, women, men and children, for those who had been arrested and tortured, the black people came and kidnapped the brother’s son, Tajfuri, and also his nephew, Fahriu, and other people blacks, they arrested one after the other, even the two uncles’ sons, Ahmet and Nesim…!
No less than ten men from one tribe did not know where one was and where the other was, and their wickedness would go even further, when after the arrests of the men, on the women, daughters and sons of the martyrs, they would control and jump, they would kidnap and rob, as if intoxicated and they would seize everything in the masjid of Karbunara, and a large tribe, ten families went out into the sun, the masters of the great masjid, remained muhajirs in the courtyard of the masjid theirs, they, like the Mongol hordes of Genghis Khan, snatched as if they were trophies of a medieval battle won…! And 20 years later, in the completion of the crime started, “To extract the black water from the soil”, their descendants would also remove the stones of the masjid and the mosque from the foundation, to the tiles, to the minaret, to erase from memory this house of God, masjid e Baba-Sheh, the hearth of a tribe named…!
Thus, they brought to perfection the crime that had begun so that the chief bandit, son of Janissaries, would sleep comfortably there in his bloody castle of the Black Block, so that the poor crowds would no longer look away from God. but the beliefs and prayers, the cries and hysterical screams, should be addressed only to him, should be his property only…! From the centuries-old castle of nobles, who lived the traditional life like the whole of contemporary Western Europe – disciples of God who preached and spread the good word and the way of God, the virtues in people, would be shot with burning stones, the communists shot masjid with meteor stones and they were grabbing everything that the Shehaj tribe inherited for generations, daggers, houses and katanas, the Shehajs remained, with their body clothes and a blanket hidden from the ruins, which had been left by the flames of the fires of fascism, the flames of the Serbo- communists and took the streets and scattered like raven birds.
Rizai’s family took refuge with friends in Tirana, Tajfuri’s, Bexheti’s and Baki’s family in Vlora, Njazi’s family separated in Berat, Bobrat and Çanakaj, the others were ordered to take the roads, from there from the north – to Shkodër or, in Tepelena, among their people, friends and comrades, and Odyssea went, as far as distant Kukës, since at that time, it took 10-12 hours to get there, where they found the solidarity and traditional hospitality of God’s people…! A tribe was dispersed, they parted with one another with tears, on cold mornings and took the roads from their eyes and feet, looking back, raising their tearful faces from the sky and, raising their hands, praying to God big. They were separated from one another, under the fire of British machine guns – that were firing into the sky, from their compatriots.
“O shehlera, o wretch,
what is this behdava?!
A cowherd, a panther,
o oppress this world…?!
“Cut off the heads of these snakes, O Lord! Cut the tongue of the snake that pierced you, O Lord” – Shehu prayed, before they crucified him…! “Take revenge ooo god”, could be heard the moaning of dervishlers, shehlers and hoxhallars…! “Take revenge, ooo great and true god”, the cries of men, women and children could be heard…! “Aaaman give it an end, ooo Great and true God”! “Give it an end oh God, because he knocked us down and laid us on the ground”, the calls of God’s people could be heard…! “Don’t lose faith in the Great God, people…! There is, there is God…! We pray to you, great and true God…! Amen…!
THE GREAT DISRUPTION:
Don’t stay with Izet Shehu, the son of masjid e Karbunara…! We don’t like his poetry; we don’t like his song…! They stuck the historical Chinese Lightning Sheets to him, in the middle of the city, in the center of Karbunara, in the military choir, in Qafë Gjarpë and, wherever he could be found…! They were bad at the young poet, Izet Shehu, for no other reason than that he was the grandson of the Shehu of Karbunara, one of the most brilliant figures of the Nation, Fan Noli’s friend, Sejfulla Malëshova’s friend and comrade-in-arms, Bahri’s blood brother To Omar, the friend of the ideal and comrade in arms, Mustafa Gjinishi, the Father of masjid of the four-century tradition of Karbunara, the great Albanian, who passed through the great storms with all Albanians, the learned and respected Albanian inside and outside the country, in Albania, in Europe and around the world…!
There was no way it could happen otherwise…! In Albania, those who loved the country and those who did not know what it meant could not live together; love for the country…! Albanian mothers had made good people, but they had also made “horns”…! The unbelievers, the infidels and the faiths, were shown to be true devils, just as their mothers had done to them, the mothers of the unbelievers…! “End this terror, ooo God…! End it because it knocked us down, put us in the ground, sank us”, the prayers of a people were heard…
104 years, after the National Congress…!
Lushnja is now a city complete with promenades and squares, with educational, cultural, economic and social political administrative institutions, with an army of artists, painters and sculptors, who have always reflected nature with the people of Myzeqe e Lushnja and not it seems to me oblivion, as much as negligence, or it would be unforgivable, if it was the dislike of one party member or the other, that the monument has not yet been erected to him, who loved the country like God, the first of ten men, massacred and tortured prisoner, of the Shehler tribe, those men who, for the country, did not spare wealth, house and land, did not even spare themselves, just as they did not withdraw from his path during a troubled life, the first of them, Titan of Karbunara, a prominent figure until his martyrdom, of pluralism, when the black dictatorship was ravaging, of the honor and pride of Lushnja and the honor and pride of the Nation. Memorie.al
