“Pershendetje!
se pari si çdo shqipetar e denoj akti makaber te ati djalit,,ngushellimet e mia familjareve te viktimave,,duke marr shkas nga kjo ngjarje dua te them diçka nga jeta ime,,ne vitin 1998 familja ime u shpergulem nga fshati jon ne mal,ne nje lagje me afer qytetit,,isha 10 vjeç ne ate koh ne klas te 4-rt,,dhe vazhdova shkollen si un edhe vallai im ai ishte ne klas te 5-te ishte periulla me e veshtire e jetes time feminore,,shum rracizem shum bullizem te gjith na quanin Malok edhe pse ishim nder me te miret e shkolles edhe mesuesit na shikonin ndryshe edhe nga fakti se ishim keq financiarisht dhe nuk kishim munsi veshjesh te reja,,mbaj mend se disa here edhe mesuesja me ka quajtur malok,,e doja shum shkollen por ka pasur raste si shtiresha i semur vetem mos te shkoja,,pastaj vellai im iku ne emigrim ne klas te 8-te dhe çdo gje u be me e veshtire,,nje her kur isha ne klas te 8 e mbaj mend kaq shum u merzita prej atyre te talljeve dhe grindjeve sa pata shku te kasollja e nje komshiut si e dija qe mbante arme dhe e mora dhe u nisa per shkoll,,me zuri xhaxhai rruges dhe me ndaloi shyqyr zotit,,pastaj keshtu vazhdoj deri sa u bera 18 vjec dhe ika ne emigrim,,sot falenderoj zotin jam i martuar dhe me femi kam nje pun te mir, edhe vellai po ashtu,,e gjitha kjo ishte per te thene se jemi nje shoqeri shume paragjykuse dhe mbytese,,pak kujtime te bukura kam prej femijrise,,,keshtu qe eshte kollaj ta tregojm gishtin mbasi te ndolli hataja,,po duhet te mundohemi ti parandalojm gjerat qe ne gjeneze dhe te jemi pak me dashur me njeri tjetrin dhe jo paragjykues,faleminderit.”
Are the racists judgemental albanians?!
” hello j.o.q
First as every albanian I punish the act of the father of the son,, my condolences to the victims of the victims,, taking the trigger from this event I mean something from my life,, in 1998 my family was shpergulem by The Ionian Village in the mountain, in a neighborhood closer to the city,, I was 10 years old at that time in the 4th class,, and continued school like me and my brother, he was in the class of 5 To be the most difficult periulla of my life, my child, too many rracizem, they all called us hillbillies even though we were the best of the school and the teachers looked at us differently even from the fact that we were bad financially and we didn’t have new clothing. ,, I remember that sometimes the teacher called me hillbillies,, I loved the school, but there were cases like I was sick just not to go,, then my brother went to the emigrate in the 8th class. And everything was harder,, one time when I was in the class of 8 I remember so much I was bored of those of mockery and bickering I went to a neighbor’s cabin as I knew he was carrying guns and the I took and left for school,, I got my uncle on the road and stopped me thank god,, then so I continue until I became 18 years old and left in the emigrate,, today thank God I’m married and with Femi I have one Good job, even brother as well,, all this was to say we’re a very paragjykuse and mbytese company,, few beautiful memories I have from femijrise,,, so it’s easy to tell the finger after it happened hataja ,, yes we have to try to plan the things we gjeneze and be a little loved with each other and not judgemental, thank you.”/JOQ
