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. History and us

History is written by man. Histories make us proud; they are beautiful, noble, and joyful. But at the same time there are sad stories, alienate stories full of pain and monsters tales. There are histories full of murders and suicides, full of conquests and long term reigns, full of predatory wars and wars for liberty. Stories contain in themselves history. In those stories we find sanguinary people, warmongers, ignorant rulers, mediocre people who reach on the pedestal. In these stories we find brave soldiers writhing like sanguinary people, stories about rebel people who can not support the sovereign they live in, histories of people who vane because their moral values demolished.
In this way the stories and tales and their endings make us shudder and think deeper. The beautiful story of the Kosovos warrior Adem JASHARI with its tragic end is bloodcurdling and at the same time it makes us feel proud for its the heroic resistance. At the same time an emotive story is also that of warrior Fehmi Lladorski and his wife. Kosovo Liberator Army was embroidering of our forests. The thriller histories of the Palestinian people, the Chechen people, the Afghani or Iraqi people, the Muslims of Bosnia, or Croats in Croatia arouse among us contempt for the invaders who searched fame and expanse in order to enlarge their history by vindicating the next.
What is this experience effect on the next generation? Is it worthy for our youth and what are its effects on the moral and spiritual plan?
Stories track on the conscience of everyone. When thinking obout the 500 years old history of the Ottoman Empire we dont feel proud as we do feel about the legendary history of Skenderbeg which makes us proud of our Albanian nationality. This history gives us the right to ask for his original sword and helmet which are placed somewhere far away from us. The history of Elyria gives us the right to be proud of our descent. The legend of the fortress named Rozafat makes us feel not safe about the Albanian trust. As we know, this story carries in its self a paradox which bring usto the idea that the infidelity supported by the fraternal blood during centuries brought forth 50 years of histories full of paradoxes, idols of rulers, full of gods but not the real God, the Creator of worlds. This is a history of continuous war of classes, liquidations, persecutions and mass darkness and ignorance.
New histories come up with the changing of regimes, the old ones after been written remains like a nation relics in order to let the nation gaze it self in them. But the worst history of all is the history that eradicates from the men mind the existence of God the Omnipotent. This happened exactly during the communist regime in Albania in 1967. In this period ignorant leaders and other officials, led the people in a campaign of destroying the religious cults and persecution of the clerics inside the country.
This is the most inhuman history of the Albanian people. A real war began. The feelings of solidarity, moral purity, brotherhood and connivance in harmony among religious communities and families were totally destroyed. Everyone was writhing and being spied, the friend, the best friend, the son similar to the legend of Rozafat. There was no more faith among the people. Moral values degraded. Everywhere you could find infidelity. It seemed like a survival war.
How strong can be a state which is built over infidelity and few moral values remained among its people? How long can it survive?
It lasted 50 years and this infidel and faithless state declined together with its myths and history which until now is not written correctly. The republic and antirepublic have kept the correct writing of this history hanging. Maybe one day it will be written in the correct way and it will be told to the new generations not only like a hot liberator war (which has its own values) but as a history of war full of patriotic love, solidarity and brotherhood.
Every history transmitted to the generations must be written in its real form. A history is a life and a life ends exactly when Allah has assigned it to, it never happens otherwise. Due to this reason I ask God that the history of my people takes its true way on its written plan, and after that I hope it will be revealed to the young generations full of values aiming their spiritual sublimation. The spiritual elevation means coming near the Creator, which means being more human, it means you belong to your self, to the family and to the whole society. This is the only way to come closer to Allah.
I wish this happens to all the politicians in the world, to not indulge wars, to not suppress nations, to not occupy lands and rob the wealth of small countries. I pray that these politicians may always judge in accordance with the truth and in this way the aggressor, the conqueror, the rapist and the intolerant will be punished while the righteous person will be judged for his values.
I pray that the politician of my country provide us with a clear history, a political and economical stability, and make possible that tolerance reign between us by minimizing the mafia s murders. I pray to Allah the Almighty for a quiet Albania full of abundance, I pray for harmonic relations between the religious communities, I ask God that the children, teens, youngsters embrace the straight way of God the only One, and I pray for them go to stay away of destruction and suicides performed for salacious reasons because if they do so, Allah will punish them.
Let us take lesson from the true history of our messengers for in it we can find the real virtues which everyone needs to become a real human being. Also, from this history we can be in touch with the real moral and spiritual values which were eradicated during the communist system.
From childhood till the old age, moral, virtue, human love, humanism must be part of our life and must never die because we always need them.




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