A life and a death for Kosovo

The historic moment had commissioned two young Albanians with a very important mission, which they concluded with the most sublimate sacrifice -- their sacrifice -- to pave the way for the freedom of the people of Kosovo.
Forty years ago, in the centre of Pristina, Naser Hajrizi and Aslan Piraeus took the lead in popular demonstrations, which the spring had broken out across Kosovo.

They, along with many other martyrs, rekindled the flames of rebellion, writing down the history of that stormy year in blood.

Nasser's parents, Bekir and Fatime Hajrizi, are no longer among us, but they left after the confessions of April 2nd 1981, the day Kosovo took their son into its bosom.

Father Beqiri's story

Nasser was a wise and resourceful boy. His abilities were beyond his age.

He was growing up and some signs of illegal action appeared. He recited poetry and sang songs, which were then banned. She read secret books and met her friends at night. They were close and inseparable friends of Aslan Piraeus.

On the day of April 2, 1981, I was initially at work. I went out with a friend of mine, Jashari from Padal. I told him. We went to Jamaica... Police threw tear gas. I met my brother Tahir. We were on our way to “Ramiz Sadiku”, when a tank came in and went back to the technical faculty. A bunch of kids started throwing at the tank with rocks. Later, we met two other brothers, Mehmet and Zeqiri, and cousin Qamil. There was a military car left at Technical School. Some children tried to burn it but could not. Qamil went and set it on fire.

I was going up the road to Germia. When I passed by Fadil Hoxha's house, a tank came and fired without stopping. I quickly walked into an axe.

Naser hadn't come in tonight. I thought he was either arrested or killed. We waited all night, but he didn't come. The next day I went to the hospital. I didn't understand anything. Nasser had no papers with him that day. I returned home, and together with my brothers, Zeqiri and Mehmet, we went back to the hospital. We looked at the list, we found nothing, not his clothes at the wardrobe. We decided to see where the corpses are. We entered the morgue with great difficulty. I couldn't find him. Mehmet came along, and we found Naser's corpse together. Two policemen stood at the door, one Albanian, while the other Serb.

“A has a mother?”, the Albanian police asked us.

No, these guys that were killed, they made them”, I gave it back. He stopped talking. We left the hospital. After ten meters, we faced the police. We were led by rifles.

“Stop”

We're gonna stop “in the house.

You got a gun?

“

Are you home?

“Come over there and you'll see”.

Mehmet on the way told me not to go in with them. We continued on to my workplace, got a car, a coffin, and left for a hospital with Zeqiri, and Mehmet had to inform his family before the corpse arrived.

The burial took place on April 4th. Power did not allow more than four people to follow the corpse. We were in a truck covered, full of people. Near the District Court, the police stopped us and brought down the people who continued to walk to the cemetery with others.

After the funeral, all the participants were sworn in before Nasser's grave. I felt pride.

 During the condolences at the house, UDB officials arrived. I'm out. There were two Albanians. They asked me if there was anyone inside. Oda was full of people, coming in without end. They told me, when are you coming to the security station? I said, “as far as I know, you don't ask people when they want to appear”. If we leave it to you, when you want to self-x5>, you give it back to me. I didn't go.

A few days later, they came back and told me that I must show up. I went Monday coming. A Serb was in the office. He got her out, and only the Albanian official remained. I said: “I was opening the conversation before you started it. For two things I never want you to ask me, who had friends and who was for comfort, because these two issues are not going to answer me”.

On December 18, 1981, Mehmet was arrested at the women's village school, where he was teaching for several years. They got him out of school class. Jahir, meanwhile, was arrested on February 1, 1982.

The family faced a difficult situation, but despite many difficulties, we succeeded.

My parents, despite their pain, felt proud. The kind words spoken about Mehmet and Jahir by their companions and their collaborators were a source of compassion for their hearts.

 Nasser has been decorated with the Golden Medal of Freedom by the president of the Republic of Kosovo. It was thrilling because his work, like that of many other martyrs, was being appreciated and appreciated by the State.

Confession of Mother Fatima

 It was Thursday. Nasser woke up this morning, dressed up and ran away. He ate the morning standing, without sitting, singing. I asked him not to come out. He ignored my prayer. On April 1, she was wearing shoes, and that day she fled shoes. To run more easily,” answered the question of why he wasn't running. I followed him to the yard doors. He hugged me and left.

I've been on the balcony of the house and I've been standing all the time. It was the normalist's song as they left school and joined the demonstration. They sang for Kosovo the Republic. They were heard down at the House of Goods. When they got there, I saw the cops. I'm going to kill “, I've been screaming. It's not too late to hear rifle shots.

 I didn't know that night. I left the door open and fixed the bed. Early this morning I went to his room. He wasn't here. I'm very upset. We figured out what might have happened. Five of his professors arrived during the day. Four of them stayed away, and one approached the stairs. It was Zenun Jocay. You asked me, “how are you a loke? I said, “Nasser came out and we don't know anything about him”. “is injured and is hospital”, he told me. I asked him, “is alive? “That's all he told me. There was a big scream.

Bekiri and his brothers had gathered at Mehmet's house. The older girl went and told them what the professor said. Then they went and took the corpse out of the hospital. I had not yet been told the news.

Later, Mehmet came. He was saying that there are many wounded and killed, but it was still not known correctly about Naser. Later he said “however we need to become strong”.

I knew he was killed. He tried to keep me inside and not come out. That's when the car got in the yard. I rose quickly and went into the courtyard. It's become a great disaster. They went home. I got close, I saw it. He was bleeding. The bullet was on his head and he was on the other side...