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The Little Red Riding Hood of the Albanians

2024-12-27 18:15:02Pikëpamje SHKRUAR NGA ARTUR ZHEJI
The Little Red Riding Hood of the Albanians
Parashchevi Simaku

The shocking attention to Parashqevië is essentially a shock to the personality of the Albanians themselves.

Most of the exiles forcibly removed from the Land of the Wounded Eagles see in the unfortunate singer two times fused into one: Splendor and Hell.

Albanian immigrants are in fact the majority of our people, wherever Albanian is spoken, in every corner of our ancient and modern lands. And this majority, numbering in the millions, has been like those seeds of beautiful mountain flowers, which the storm snatched, tangled in thousands of tendrils and scattered to the four corners of the horizon.

He crushed and crushed them, crushed and raped them, humiliated or depersonalized them, trampled on or erased their names and the origins of the tribe they came from...

But he couldn't exterminate them!

They, the millions of wounded Albanians, built their nests in the deserts of foreign lands, bit by bit.

Often with their heads down and submissive, but with an "Arnaut rage" as the Turks call the furious anger of Albanians, with an Arnaut rage, hidden and protected, deep in their marrow, like an unspoiled seed.

An intact seed ready to sprout, when the conditions of the storm that took them away calm down and when the desert opens leaves and buds for them and their families.

And today, as we speak, the former settlers of 30 years ago, for the most part, survived and took root.

And they told the world the radiant fruit of Albanian genes, capturing many astonishing peaks and incredible heights in the wild jungle of the Planet and in every corner of it.

And so, after 30 years of bravery and stubbornness of Albanians who fled their former lives to raise their dreams and children in a foreign land, as if in a broken mirror, they saw two completely opposite times very close together!

Two contrasting times, trapped in a single person: Parashqevi Simaku.

A radiant singer of unreachable scenes and a homeless person forgotten by himself and forgotten by the world.

And the “Arnaut Damarit” sedra went berserk, screaming “Justice!” for Parashqevië, which means justice for oneself at the same time!

And so oblivion turned into memory and Parashqevia went "viral" in the blink of an eye, because Albanians discovered their Little Red Riding Hood, just before the "wolf" ate her in the New York subways.

And they saved their Red Cap, now national, hoping that they had also saved themselves from such a fate.

Illusion of course!

But an illusion that allows for a sweet and not at all harmful intoxication, in an Albanian world occupied by politics and the Queen of Lies, in fact our true Queen in these modern times...

The rest of the story, related to the fate of Parashqevië, has a lot of speculation and filth, business and ugliness, because other truths await us regarding this tale that comes to us from the New York train stations...

But today I don't want to deal with this scum, but with the untold passion of Albanians for beautiful things and fairy tales with happy endings!

May God bless us for the childlike beauty that Albanians still preserve in their warm hearts!...


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