FLASH
Shkruar nga Pamfleti
This was the sad fate of one of those girls, who ran the "Nana Mbretneshë" Women's Institute, it is the story of a wife and mother, who suffered under communist hell and never bowed down and never forgot her noble origin.
They were two sisters Ganimeti and Fazileti. Their father, Avni Ganimeti, came to Albania as a small child from Gjilan in Kosovo, to escape from Serbian persecution. Both sisters first attended the "Kyrias" Institute of the Qiriazi sisters in Kamëz and then the "Nana Mbretneshë" Women's Institute, being under the care and love of all their school friends, as girls of Kosovar origin. But even they, for their part, loved their friends very much throughout their lives.
Both sisters, Ganimeti and Fazileti, raised and educated in a proud and patriotic family, stood out at school for the respect they showed to school norms, to professors and their great desire for knowledge. Their father, Avni Gjilani, after a long patriotic activity in defense of the Albanian and especially the Kosovar issue, also served for eight years as a deputy of Kosovo, in the Albanian Parliament.
So, both sisters and their brother Fet, raised in this family environment very connected to the destinies of the nation, were kneaded from early childhood with patriotism and patriotism. Meanwhile, their mother, Sadije Koka, came from Delvina's biggest and oldest family. She was the granddaughter of Ismail Qemali and had embroidered the national flag, together with Marigona and many other Albanian girls and women. This mother raised her children with the idea that true happiness is found only in your own country.
So when Ganimeti graduated, she did not want to complete her higher studies in Italy, for fear of marrying an Italian. Ganimeti stood out in all the artistic activities of the school, we see him singing and especially in the end-of-year events. She graduated with honors from the "Nana Mbretneshë" Women's Institute (we see her in the photo receiving her diploma), and after graduation, she was given the right to continue her studies at one of the universities in Italy, for Chemistry and Biology, together with her friend Musine Kokalari , who would study Literature.
But the family decided that Ganimeti, instead of studying, should choose marriage. In her memoirs, she tells about the night when it was decided to get engaged, that she woke up crying. Fate wanted her not to follow her dream and later, not to realize other dreams for life.
Thus Ganimeti gets engaged and marries Rauf Fratari, the son of the well-known patriot of Independence, from the province of Mallakastra, Hajredin Fratari, killed by the rebel forces of Haxhi Qamili. Ganimet's husband, Rauf, being a soldier, had served in King Zog's Royal Guard. This charming man, although he lived with Ganimeti for a few years, remained in her heart for the rest of his life.
So during the period of the Anti-Fascist National Liberation War, Rauf Fratari understood from the beginning what communism represented and what the consequences would be under the influence of communist ideas, therefore he created a relationship with Abaz Kupi, accompanying him to the Peza Conference in September 1942 and at the Mukje Conference, in September 1943, together with the patriots Mit'hat Frashëri, Abaz Ermenji and Abaz Kupi, he would work and try hard, even for the union of Albania with Kosovo.
Even after the collapse of the Mukje Agreement, Rauf remained close to Abaz Kup and staying on this side of the War, this was the reason that on November 27, 1944, he left Albania, to escape the revenge of the communists. Now Ganimet Fratari remains a single child, with two small children to raise, the daughter, Sabire, and the son, Hajred, who bears the name of the martyred grandfather.
From now on, another life began for Ganimet, she would face hell and suffering, just like many other persecuted Albanian families after 1944. She became the symbol of the noble woman and dignified mother, with the spirit of sacrifice and high morals. In the years to come, she constantly had to stay in the shadows, invisible, to escape deportation, as the wife of the man who had been declared a "war criminal".
In fact, it is a kind of obligation to tell the truth on the pages of this book about those wonderful girls who graduated from the "Nana Mbretneshë" Women's Institute, from the best Albanian families, were educated and educated in that model school for that time, why not a model even for the time in which we live, but to their bad luck, many of them were persecuted by a heartless regime, built and fed by a group of former friends of this Institute.
Ganimet, left without food, without a home and without the right to work, found real protection in the family of her father, Avni Gjilani, her mother Sadija and her brother Feti, who took an active part in the National Liberation War. They would be by his side in the most difficult moments of life. Ganimeti never worked in education in the profession for which she completed her education, also she knew several foreign languages, such as English, French, Italian, and languages she could not teach.
Vetëm se falë edukimit në atë Institut, falë lëndës së ekonomisë shtëpiake, ajo u bë e zonja që të priste e të qepte rroba, e kështu, Ganimeti bleu një makinë qepëse “Singer” dhe me duart e saj, ushtroi në heshtje profesionin e rrobaqepëses për të ushqyer, rritur dhe shkolluar fëmijët, dy engjëjt e saj. Në vitet e vështirë dhe të gjatë të vuajtjeve të njëpasnjëshme, ajo u detyrua të shesë edhe stolitë e vetme që i kishin mbetur, kur i thonë fjalës për një copë bukë, sepse fëmijët e saj, vlenin më shumë se të gjithë xhevahirët e botës.
Kurrë më nuk e takoi bashkëshortin, Rauf Fratari, të cilin e vrau dora e Sigurimit të Shtetit, atje ku ndodhej i arratisur në Nju Xhersi të Shteteve të Bashkuara të Amerikës. Ganimeti jetonte me zemrën e copëtuar për të parë Kosovën, vend-lindjen e të atit, me brengën që po rriste dy fëmijë jetimë, me babën gjallë, (dramë që u përjetua nga sa e sa gra të tjera të Shqipërisë komuniste), por provoi edhe më të vështirën, kur birin e saj të vetëm, Hajredinin, ia futën në burg në vitin 1978.
Ganimeti, tanimë gjashtëdhjetëvjeçare, u detyrua që për dhjetë vite me radhë, të ndjekë të birin nga njëri burg në tjetrin, sërish duke qepur rroba për të tjerët, në mënyrë që të fitonte diçka që të mbante të birin. Ganimeti pat qenë shoqe klase dhe mike me Musine Kokalarin, ajo i pat treguar se si Enver Hoxha i kish kërkuar të martohej me atë, të cilin ajo e quante “mediokër” dhe “që përpos e kam edhe kushëri”.
Shpesh Ganimeti u tregonte fëmijëve të saj, për vargjet e mrekullueshme të shkruara nga Musineja, për bukurinë e saj në në pamje dhe në shpirt, por mbi të gjitha, për takimin e fundit me Musinenë, që i pat lënë një brengë të thellë në zemër. Të gjorën Musine, e patën shtruar në spital dhe Ganimeti vajti ta takojë pas shumë e shumë vitesh, atje mori vesh se Musineja, vuante nga sëmundja e pashërueshme.
Natyrisht që Musineja u gëzua shumë kur e pa, por kishte frikë se mos i ndodhte ndonjë e keqe, sepse ajo përgjohej vazhdimisht nga njerëzit e Sigurimit dhe fjalët e saj të vetme ishin: “Ik, pse erdhe moj Ganimet, ik se do të të shohin… ke dhe djalin në burg… boll halle ke”! Ishte koha e përgjimeve. Ky ishte takimi i fundit midis dy mikeshave me atë grua të rrallë, e më të rrallave. U ndanë për së gjalli, si e gjithë jeta e tyre kaluar nëpër ankthe, tortura, persekutime, ishte një takim që u mbyll dhe u mbyt mes lotëve. Ishte koha e përgjimeve.
Megjithëse e dënuar nga fati për të vuajtur nën regjimin shtypës komunist, Ganimeti e edukuar në Institutin “Nana Mbretneshë”, nuk e lëshoi kurrë librin nga dora, ajo lexonte pas punës së lodhshme të qepjes së rrobave, vazhdimisht lexonte edhe atëherë kur po i zbehej drita e syve. Ajo lexonte sepse e dinte se vetëm dituria të bën të fortë, për të përballuar vështirësitë e jetës, vetëm dituria të nxjerr në dritën e vërtetë. Ganimeti provoi edhe vuajtje të tjera, kur fëmijëve të saj nuk u jepej e drejta e studimit për në shkollën e lartë, po kjo gjë ndodhi edhe me mbesën e saj të madhe.
Ganimet never lost hope from God, sending him prayers for the good of Albania, and finally the good year 1991 came. Finally, she found peace in her soul and the forgotten smile. One day she had prepared a lunch for her friends from the "Nana Mbretneshë" Institute, among them was Drita Kosturi, who tried to excuse herself: "Dear Ganimet..., me and many school friends, communism took our minds ..., but believe me, before I try these good dishes that you have prepared for us, take this stick of mine and give me a good wood...!
Yes, give me a piece of wood, because I also said it in a meeting with the persecuted, after communism..., which destroyed you and thousands of others like you, left you without a husband, caused you and your family so much suffering for fifty years in a row.. I brought this communism to them and many others like me, even many of our friends from the "Nana Mbretneşe" Institute....! Although I myself suffered the communist hell like you,... now I find the strength to ask for forgiveness..." and drowned in tears.
Ganimet approached her and hugged her tightly, and with her trembling voice, but with the strength of her soul, she said: "My dear Drita, we were young,... you were more reckless, you thought that communism would bring progress…! You had dreams, we all had dreams, for Albania to become a thriving, prosperous country. You don't have to apologize. Those who defiled the war of our people and destroyed our lives should seek forgiveness"!
This was the sad fate of one of those girls, who ran the "Nana Mbretneshë" Women's Institute, it is the story of a wife and mother, who suffered under communist hell and never bowed down and never forgot her noble origin. The communists stole everything: youth, wealth, dreams, family, but they could not take away the high virtues of the true Albanian woman.
She was one of those who had so many dreams for life, for the future and who loved Albania so much. Ganimeti is no longer alive, but this is just a tribute to a wise, beautiful, knowledgeable, suffering and simple Albanian woman, to an excellent student of the "Nana Mbretneshë" Women's Institute. Memory.al
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