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A leader's 65th birthday

2024-01-05 22:36:19Pikëpamje SHKRUAR NGA BEDRI ISLAMI

A leader's 65th birthday

Badri Islami

"The Truth" by Ali Ahmeti

It is the day I first met Ali Ahmet. It was, as now, a cold day in mid-January, when he had just turned 35 and his journey would have a long way. We squinted at his face, calm, generally of measured words, accompanying them with the movement of his right hand, while constantly smoking cigarettes, we met at my apartment, on the outskirts of The Pultgart.

It was strange, someone called him Abbas, another, Juke, and less so called him Ali. There were three names inside him, but they all belonged to a man who, a few days later, after our first meeting, would make me part of the clantecine movements of Kosovo, where he had been one of its main leaders.

Ali spoke quietly that night, I didn't know many things, the others were puzzles and I didn't even think they would be so profound, but like any clantestine, liberating movement, she drew you to her vision, more than to the unknowns she would face. His idea was to protect a nation suddenly and cruelly defeated. And that, according to him, and so it was, lies in the highest motivator in the world. To do so required a strong will, a high lighting, especially an extraordinary motivation to overcome all that was to come.

There were many things against these people at once. The constant pressure and savagery until the assassination of Serbian power, yesterday's tabors who continued to be diligent servants of the kosovo occupation, the convoys of government, parliament, president, who said nothing but part of a cloth of Serbian tolerance towards political movements.

It was difficult because, in a few years, there were so many killed, thousands of political prisoners and, as I would later learn, many of them had been in Ali Ahmet's closest friends. In the next place, where the greatest hope had been, the mother state, was in its grasp, things had got out of control and everything was getting harder.

There have always been attempts to declare anti-Albanianism openly as almost national doctrine. Sometimes, nostalgia for captivity had become a sign of remakes, in short, everything to do with the heroic was being declared worthless, almost ominous for the nation's destinies.

Who were these people who one mid-January night came to me as friends and made me part of a movement I hadn't thought I could be?

Ali Ahmeti, known as Abbas Gjuka in the structures of the organization, was, above all, the man of war affairs. He sought it, found it, more accurately, it was part of its ignition and end, and, when everyone thought war would be his business, he chose peace. Few do that. Winning a war can always have the risk of creating the myth of the conqueror. To create myths and dethrow other myths. Especially when you are between two Albanians: "Foreign Albania", Kosovo with its deities, and "Internal Albania", the London Albanian state.
Albania, the "internal" one cut into the trust because of the cut that had been made to it in 1913, after the beginning of pluralism, still had blurry eyes, that, although he cried all day long that "we love Albania like all Europe", it could not distinguish east from west, when, unlike others, These guys of the Movement, they spoke of the united nation, as ideas, visions and real possibilities. They, though they called leftists, were preparing to create their own sensational history between Europe and the UNITED STATES, which they achieved in mid-1988.

Ali Ahmeti was one of their leaders. Known, quiet, first class clandestine, born to create connections between groups and to build resistance structures in Kosovo. Accepted by everyone, which rarely happens, and trusted by everyone. Above all, read.

When I was first at his home in Switzerland what first impressions me was the big library. There were about 2,000 books in two rooms. I was browsing them. Everywhere with notes. In a clear line. Foreign scholars, of the present and of a past time, from Plato to the books of modern philosophers.

The man who had entrusted the most enlightened figures of the liberation movement in Kosovo. Its heroes, but also war leaders. It's hard to find a name that wasn't with him, together or in a line with him.

He has always sought ways to be together, not bridges to separate from each other. The streets are what unite people, but they can also divide them. The name of a street is not merely a name, but a testimony of values.

Indeed, my meditation came after I had thought long after power, the people who make up it, and the difficult art of living in peace.

In mind I had the status of a particular leader, who in his political journey has always given more importance to concrete realities than to abstract and laborious rights, has established a solid sphere of Albanian political thought, which, more than by the countrymen, will be distinguished in the vision of the future.

I was talking about Ali Ahmet, the political leader of the Albanians in North Macedonia.

In North Macedonia from January 28th, there will be an Albanian prime minister for the first time. I thought about it 20 years ago. Hardly dreamed. What has been achieved in two decades has been difficult but not thought it could happen. When 20 years ago Ali Ahmeti told me his postwar vision, I looked at him and thought to myself that this man remained to the end an unmistothed idealist, and sometimes dreams beyond the possible.

In North Macedonia there is more calm, more towards democratization, although there should be more problems and I am convinced that the common friend of all Albanians and the highest political leader of Albanians, Ali Ahmeti, plays his irreplaceable role.

His discretion and spirit outside of conflict, the certainty of walking quietly and knowing where he should go in the future, the establishment of a new international relationship, the approach of many intellectuals towards communion, the extension of the network of free thought towards people, the just conception of the state and the Republic, have made his presence indispensable and, Through his presence, they have brought for days more and more the statue of a major leader, not typical Balkan, but European first class and, ultimately, the model of an Albanian of politics who does not throw stones at others, but raises bridges of union.

I am convinced that even further Ali Ahmeti, having the right concept of building a multi-dimensional and highly functional state, will be a man of peace, just as he was a man of war. He will be the man who trusted The Lladrovci in the time of the war and would have believed them in these days. He remains the man who interted the strength and name of Adem Jashar to a great cause and from today, again, would have his support.

One day, together with Vlora MP Bujar Leskaj, publisher Arjan Prodani we went to meet Ali Ahmet at his home in Zajaz. We sat in the garden in front of the building and told him that Vlora's wish was that the monument, the great statue of Ismail Qemali should be also in Skopje, as have been decided in recent years by many historical figures of Albanians. Everything we thought would be a long way through a thousand boukracs was accomplished in a few minutes. Because Ali feels himself as much as a snorer. I know that very well. It feels like a snort.

I never rely on our mutual friendship, it has been 30 years, on the relationships created by the years, for for me, more than any friendship, stands the nation and the truth, lies the trust of those who were sacrificed, but the true man, as I wrote in one of my books, continues to stay true.

I have followed his activity even during difficult days for movement, for the struggle, for the development, I followed him when few believed that there would be such a future and when the paths seemed to be closed forever.

So our knowledge has served me to look more widely, to know more, to judge more calmly, to analyze more deeply, to define more accurately, to focus more broadly and, today, as I write, I regret that in the Albanian politics of our lands there is no Ali Ahmet in every part. The absence of a statespeast in its dimensions is a lack of values and I feel it more and more.

I need to further elaborate on the idea of Ali Ahmet's right leader. I know where he resides and among whom he resides. Perhaps the only Albanian leader to make his apartment in his native village, on whose steps his mother walked for the first time. But I'm beyond it. Ali Ahmeti is one of those leaders and of those cases who proves that the history of a nation can reverse its course from the determination of one man.

Usually, the work of prominent people is consistent to the extent that they take into account the great winds of history, how much they affect people's growth and performance, what priorities they bring with their actions, what their vision is and the paths laid down. I have always dreamed that Albanian albanians, despite being divided into many parts, would have a governing body, not corrupt, compressed with elite culture and where power had no influence over them.

A political elite that would be influenced neither by temptation nor by intimidation, whose parts would arrogantly exercise the privilege of making just laws, to establish the state, to criticize and rebel against an unjust government, and then, having said what they thought and built up just laws, They returned home, without fear, guarded by the resilence of the people.

Such an elite does not become self-estee. It requires a leader whose qualities are seriousness and loyalty, to be exceptional and enduring, to build bridges and not divide gaps, a leader from whom no one can separate himself without feeling braver and more capable of serving his country.
One such leader is Ali Ahmeti. Unspoiled in his intentions, quiet in the savagery of politics, open when others are shut up, unwashed in the captivity of others, free in his freedom; contemptuous of evil and an influencer of good, often among the taunts of attacks never used them; he was at the end of the prey and attached to its top; First in the hone and the bridge lifter, a read man and a mind-ing guiding man before the lynching.

Perhaps it could be from people who were fiercely attacked, but who did not use power to take his due, but to take the avence of the people he belonged to, and this, not through contention, but by reason and mind.

Everything he has accomplished today has been planned for years. From the beginning of 1990 he has known where their end would be. Since the first councils of the liberation movement were established, he has been thinking about what will happen after the liberation. He sought war all his life, and when he found it, he chose peace. In this case he has won every battle, found the most suitable way for the benefit of the nation, and has lifted up the bridges of the union of the people.

Ali Ahmeti has been 65 years old. Half of his conscious life has been spent through a false peace, creating the circumstances of war. The other half of conscious life was spent after war, building peace. Through them he built the figure of the man who took the calvary of the return of Albanians to Europe in Northern Macedonia. And it's doing that.

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