
When a mean fool throws a stone and a hundred wise men cannot get it out, the mean fool keeps throwing more and is amused to see the smart ones begin to suffocate him trying to get the stones out. Wise men disappear, the vile fool becomes God!
Those who remain alive begin to take him kindly, caress him, plead with him, assuring him that he is the wisest of all, and they even begin to throw stones with him because they are afraid.
What if the vile fool throws stones at them too. Be careful with the vile fool because you don't know what he's up to! OR, better yet, tell the vile fool how you learned to throw rocks at others from him.
This fable is conveyed to me by the pages of many Albanian newspapers or portals every time I open them. Hope you will see new voices to come out of this sad circle of hatred, revenge, ridicule, aggressiveness and slander to make money and without any conscience killing that they are hurting by blindly and unfairly accusing without knowing a single thread of truth. Moreover, they stubbornly reject the truth and attack the next victim, dead or alive, in every possible way.
If I were to refer this expression to some Albanian journalists, instead of the word idiot, I would say "a scoundrel".
This time I pushed a public post of a young girl, who of course I had not had the chance to hear her name, but being a journalist, LM Journalist found the opportunity to express her "impressions" of the writer, researcher, teacher and so on. and how many generations Nasho Jorgaqi, who just passed away.
In short, "to honor" the memory of Nasho Jorgaq, the girl confessed that once, when she was younger, Nasho Jorgaq had given her a prize for a poem of hers that, according to her, was not worth it. Then Nasho told her that you are a beautiful girl, but that she wanted him to tell her that you are a smart girl! The conclusion?
The conclusion was followed by shouts from all my Facebook friends: "yes you are smart and beautiful" yes you are a star", "Nasho Sigurimsi - Nasho Sigurimsi" "I am sorry that I was a student of Nasho and not of Agron Tufa" "Take me on the phone, another wrote that I will tell you about the behind the scenes"! "Do you want to write it?, this came back to him....
This is what you girls write about, behind the scenes? I am very curious how do you verify the background? Or are they professional secrets? Or does it depend on whose fortune teller you forgive?
I had just posted a farewell text for Nasho Jorgaq on my page and my eyes were clouded with despair and wonder together for that young girl with so much blood and poison.
I am convinced and I even see a meeting of hers with Nasho Jorgaq alive when she received the prize for poetry. I have seen that meeting dozens and dozens of times when his kindness and kindness to every piece of writing he was given to evaluate was read in his eyes, in his words, in the encouragement he gave to young people to write. I'm convinced that he didn't just tell her you're a beautiful girl, but he told her you're beautiful, you're also talented, as he told me and many others. You are good, you are smart, you are talented, because this was the vocabulary of the kind-hearted and unsparing Nasho.
I was impressed by the poison served in such a passive-aggressive style, that when I was reading it I thought that Nasho would have done something serious to this girl, but when it turned out, it was just a stone of a dirty fool being thrown at the grave where Nasho's body had not yet been buried, my conviction was strengthened that even the new generation of Albania is continuing the behind-the-scenes habit of the vile fool.
Don't, please, don't spoil Albania any more. Don't bury it with stones of poison or poison. /DAY