See what a beautiful gignian is written to Yusuf Gervalla

In September 1980, Yusuf Gervala was far from his mother. Her pure love, however, has been associated with Joseph during his travels, tragedies, and the benefits of his life.

Today, on the 38th anniversary of his death, KultPlus brings you this very emotional letter of Yusuf Gervala.

“Love mother!
The road to life brings us here. You hardly need it. It's easy, it's easy to do. You know, every time, on the eve of sleep, when we were kids and when we were out of childhood games, you had to tell us stories about the same conclusion: the path of honor is the hardest, but the best and only real way for one. And whoever strives for honor, it's an honor.

Today, in the fall of this road, when we don't have how I've been given such a pastry jam, whose seed we've planted, who cares first can say: did they fight in honor, drive themselves so evil in the back?!

I, I believe, Mother, you're not who you say you are. You've always faced heavy rains. I believe you're not tired. Our path, our mind, and our soul have dened our word, our love, and our unique care. When I recall these, it turns out that you, rather than being bored, should rejoice and be refreshed. Finally, if you don't give up in this difficult time, you mother, you're going to fuck your last man-to-man step, make it look like all those brave, noble Albanian mother-in-laws, who, when she's been looking for Vatan's work, have a cure and a s'aw have tears of their own boys' lives and singing when they've got bitches.

I am so happy that for this very moment, for your frustration, I have fallen asleep. You're an oak, you don't want any more days for your strong whistles. In fact, an oak whose greatness comes to light when it takes the weather with stun. Neither snow nor frost has ever made you sick.
Why, then, do you tremble so wet and wet?

In my vivid imaginations, here in the triangle, I see you walking with that unique pride, whenever you start looking at your son in prison, and the road is blown away with the great little enemies of your offspring. Let an enemy burst, all who made their eyes blind and deaf, when you want it to be a matter of war for honor, for what you have given their lives and health. And know that your pride in the face of today's hissing is the strongest poison for an enemy”.