FLASH
Shkruar nga Pamfleti
Tragic was the event that happened in the USA, where a police officer killed his Albanian wife and two children and then himself.
Ornela Rora, 43 years old, was killed together with her two minor children. It was her friend, Eljona Jahaj, who told about the life and sacrifices of the victim through a post on social networks.
Jahaj says that the family life of Ornella and her husband Watson Morgan seemed perfect and he had given her the security to spend a peaceful life together, while they also had two sons.
Ornela had managed to start working as a teacher in the USA and her concern had been her parents and brother, whom she had left in Albania and who had come to America only recently.
Jahaj's post:
This is my friend Ornela Rora with her two children Gabriel 12 years old and Liam 8 years old. All three were killed in their home on December 30, 2023 by her husband and the father of the children. They have spent three days searching Google, I call our mutual friends to understand "What happened?"
Her husband was one of those men who are hard to believe exist. Every word about him in our circle started and ended with "wonderful man, husband and father." I met him when he moved to New York. Ornela, like many of us, came to Boston to study with her aunt Irini, who considered her a second mother. She was a teenager, but she was determined. Ornela belonged to the category of these women who are born smart, determined and clear about their life from the first day.
He went to school, worked in the meantime and applied all over America to find a job to sponsor his letters and luck took him to one of the Bronx schools. I saved! - he told me then! I don't know what I would do if I hadn't found this job to return to Korçë after all this sacrifice. I was very happy for him! Happy because unlike me and because they both have the same problem, Ornela did not have her family in America. Mother, father and Pandushi, her brother who never took her word for it, were all in Korce and in those years, coming to America was as far away as the distance between Korce and her.
He was immediately liked in the workplace because, after all, why wouldn't he be liked? It was so funny, positive and polite. Ornela had a million dollar smile! When we often met at each other's houses, that's all I remember the most; the smile that lit up the room! We listened to Albanian songs together and made some reference to the boys we liked, but then we immediately returned to our American reality, that of securing our future. Ornela didn't have time to deal with useless things for her! Her future here was more important than anything else.
After a year, he told me, I met someone. Come to the November holidays in Boston to present it.
- Do you? How? Albanian, American? - I ask like any other friend.
- American, - he tells me. It is special. You will know yourself.
And so the love story with her husband begins! Watson, an NYPD cop, decorated and admired by his community. A man with sober behavior, polite and few words! Someone who would make you feel safe. As a girl alone in America, he represented the figure of a man who gives you security and you can trust life! Fixed for Ornela! - I thought. A girl so sober can't deal with a jerk. Only such a man could fulfill her spiritual and psychological needs.
A year later, my mother, brother and I go to his wedding in New York. If she was always smiling, this day her smile had taken the form of another energy, that of a woman in love, where her eyes were always on him. They danced together almost non-stop and her smile never stopped non-stop. After an ordeal of hardships, moving to a foreign country, finishing school, finding a job, all by her own strength, Ornela had found the man of her heart and a much-dreamed-of future awaited her. Gabe and Liam came one after the other and Ornela's heart was full just like this photo! Ornela's diligence that she once had for herself passed on to her sons in the most natural way. "I want to travel the world," he said. To do the things that I could do under the circumstances." The objective was 50 countries before they turned 18. Her Facebook is full of photos of boys around the world. They side by side with each other or behind her dress or next to their father. Ornela's Facebook showed a perfect life! Complete children, a couple who had harmony and two people in their respective careers. As the Americans say: "They had it all!"
Por 30 Dhjetori tregoi te kunderten, bashkeshorti i saj nuk u shfaq ne pune te premten. Ndenji ne shtepi me familjen e tij, por kete rradhe ai nuk kishte plane te luante me djemte basketboll ne baçen e tyre. Ai mori armen e sherbimit, gjeti Ornelen te paren ne shtepine e tyre te madhe, qellon ate e me pas kerkon djemte e tij e i vret njeri mbas tjetrit e me pas veten. Asnje komshi nuk degjon gje. Policia e qytetit shfaqet ne shtepine e tyre sepse si punues shteti ai nuk ishte shfaqur ne pune dhe nuk ishte karakteristike e tij te mos shfaqej ne pune. Ai ishte Sergeant i dekoruar dhe nje nga njerezit me te besuar te komunitetit. Mos te shkuarit ne pune nuk ishte normale. Koleget e tij shkojne te kontrollojne dhe gjejne ne shtepine e tyre te bukur nje nga pamjet me te veshtira per tu pertypur, trupat e pajete te familjes.
Dikush i dergon mamit tim nje fotografi te lajmit. Kur e shoh them jane si shakara qe bejne njerezit! Nje fotografi e tij qe si per cudi te kallte daten pa e lexuar shkrimin dhe shpejt e shpejt i gugelloj emrin dhe e gjej ne cdo rrjet te medias Amerikane dhe Britanike. Polici i dekoruar vret gruan dhe dy djemte e me pas veten-shkruajne te gjitha ato. Po si, cfare, pse?! A kishte abuzim psikologjik dhe ne nuk e dinim? A kishte shenja qe duhet ti kishim vene re te tere? Asnje nga ato nuk e thote. Marr shoqen tone te perbashket ne Texas per ta pyetur, ajo me e shokuar se une dhe e konfuzuar se une. Po…ai ishte njeri kaq i mire,-reagon ajo. Ashtu sikurse filluan te gjithe te thonin ne rrethet tona, por ja qe ky nuk ishte realiteti. Nje njeri i mire nuk vret famlijen e tij, nje bashkeshorte dhe dy djem qe ishin modele njerezore.
Nuk kam informacion te metejshem se cfare ka ndodhur. Kane kaluar vetem 3 dite nga ikja e Orneles. Mora vesh qe prinderit dhe vellai kane mberritur ne Amerike. Ne menyre ironike, vellait te saj i ishte refuzuar viza per te takuar motren dhe niprit e tij per 12 vjetet e fundit, por ambasada ja kishte dhene per kete rast, te beheshin bashke si familje te gjithe nje nga te paktat here te jetes se tyre.
Sot e shkruaj kete shkrim me ndjenja shume konfuze! Dua te kem zellin qe ka nje njeri per Vitin e Ri, me rezoluta dhe objektiva e parime qe i mbaj te shenjta, por keto dite qenka e veshtire sepse kur njeh dike dhe dicka tragjike qe ju ndodh si kjo, nje pjese e jotja ndjehet fajtore dhe kur atehere ku nuk ka arsye llogjike te ndjehesh. Po sikur ta kisha pyetur a ishte vertete e lumtur? A kishte jeten qe donte? Po kush i ben keto pyetje pa u perceptuar sikur ti ja dyshon realitetin qe ka.
Her last photo on Facebook is a photo group of the boys who had come to Boston to celebrate their little cousin Henry's birthday. In my mind I play from time to time the image of them at her wedding... and one of her most favorite songs "Remember When" by Alan Jackson dedicated to the love of his wife and for those who have heard it, "Remember When " is one of the most beautiful songs of country music. The lines of the song represent the whole concept of happiness for Ornela! Every word! So confused, unclear, sad I write this article; a sadness bigger than words! The only thing that gives me comfort in these moments is that she did not see her children! Rest in peace Ornela! Maybe heaven needed the lighting of your smile!
Lini një Përgjigje