Flash News

71-year-old man from Kamenica found dead, had been reported missing for three days

Tragic accident on the "Ibrahim Rugova" Highway, a woman from Fushë-Kruja loses her life

Justice pardons Xhaçka, Special Appeal decides not to investigate former minister

Berisha evaluates OSCE report: They have ruined the elections

The Supreme Court returns Arbër Veliaj's appeal for retrial

E-TJERA

Father Zef Pllumi is 100 years old! I don't know if anyone will remember it

Politiko 2024-08-26 17:26:18

Father Zef Pllumi is 100 years old! I don't know if anyone will remember it

By Agron Gjekmarkaj

Father Zef Pllumi is 100 years old!

On August 28, 1924, Father Zef Pllumi came to the Albanian world, so he turns 100 years old the day after tomorrow!

I don't know if anyone will remember about it, but of course not much is expected, especially from the "head and muzzle" administrators of today's culture, who are busy grabbing anyone's property or milking any tender!

Now everyone is running around, I feel like "knowledge, song and history are calling to Albania" Father Gjergj Fishta smelled this tendency early on, which today flies like the flag of hell to be damned in the offices where the memory should be preserved, let the contributions be known, the inheritance multiplied, the national models were built, the human and state gratitude appeared for those who were not at all ordinary in the multitude of unusual people who left us a legacy. As early as 1945, our 21-year-old Father Pllumi was surprised how such a small nation could kill so many street people as they spat and tied the hands of those who, more than anyone else, tried "to take Albania and the Albanians".

There are a lot of these blind street people in every sense who know the price of everything and the value of everything even today and of course we don't expect or need their honors! The other is the other society, they are the ones who pay the cost first, and until they recognize their responsibility for this kind of nonsense, the pumpkin will walk on water like a transoceanic. Every such bihude has left us wondering what is good and what is bad, what is beautiful and what is ugly and how great fate has not left us without them to make the historical difference between this small group of men like Father Zef Pllumi.

The brother of the writer of great truths, of "historical testimonies", of "freedom against tyranny", the man of the trenches for the "European identity of the Albanians", the "rebellious missionary", the translator into the major languages ​​with the bestseller of modernity, anthropology cultural and historical of our nation "Rrno only per me tregue", the student of Fishte, Father Anton Harapi and Father Gjon Shllak, who turned out to take to contemporaries their legacy of an "old" Albania that proves itself as such since "Mesarin" of Buzuku who drowned violently, and was replaced by the "young" and the "new man" then with pragmatic interests and undoing passions, we are making one with the words of one of the teachers, of the one who was shot as soon as the tyranny violated, of the philosopher Father Gjon Shllaku, of the one who concluded his life experience with the maxim "Shka u kà otsvetje Sqypnija Frančeskanvet? Never mind. Why Franciscans are from Albania"

This is the portrait of Father Zef Pllumi of the Albanian Franciscan, the same one that Shllaku carved at the end of time for all his predecessors over the centuries from Barleti, Bogdani, Budi, Bardhi, De Martino, Zarishi and many, many ascetics of the binomial "Atmë e Fe", of an Albania that remains, that is not alienated, that knows where it is coming and knows where it is going, that knows who are the "foundation stones of that building that we call Albania"!

Each of the teachers, as well as each of the students under the trials of the weather, deserved this character sketch soaked in the blood of generations so that the Albanian language remains, the Albanians are, that Albania returns to "the strange lady and the men of the earth call you mother" between to the nations of civilization that belongs to the European one from the beginning!

"In the dacha with the butsîn of the sage, in the dacha with the wisdom of the diplomat, in the dacha even with the jerk of the wild soldier of fate. P. Pal Matja jumps into the war, and when they fight face-to-face with the Turks, he pulls the flag of the half-han from the castle and sticks that of Liri in its place. Friar Matjan comes out of the city surrendering with a flag under the flag and disappears. But he left friends behind. These have lessons whenever the flag is in danger. Bullets and salvos are the reward they expect from the enemy. Hemp, huni and credits are the honor that was given to the prodigal brother. Among storms of political changes, these are the ones who eat the ovens first. Bannermen fall, bannermen disappear; but the Franciscan flag bearers will mention Albania "even in the grave". They mention it even when the grave is walled and decorated.

For a people to want it, they have to let it know. It's not enough, but let me know. You have to leave, grow up with that people. He begs that their hearts have melted together because of suffering. When two people need each other very much, one of them dies, and the other dies. The history of Albania and the Franciscan history in our country follow each other. There are two stories that run parallel: identical in taking, identical in losing, identical in loss. But the gurgling gurgling of the blood of our tribe regularly breaks out during short, but blissful periods, which is resounding for long periods of silence"!

Latest news