Don't worry about your teary mother waiting all night to wear”, the touching words of Luran Ahmeti's father

Louran's father has expressed the great pain of breaking up his son's life.

News of his death affected all Albanians who knew actor Ahmeti.

His touching dedication:

DECIPTIONS TO BUY, LURANON

My son, my words behind you have no weight, watch out for the museum, because it was after your smile, not after my words. You were the source of the love of this house, you were a geyser of love to the people, you were the one who understood the art as the highest order possible, you described the arguments that love and truth are the keys that will bring greatness among us, among this divided people. You were an inexhaustible source of noble ideas; inside you overflowed the most subtle dreams to make our world's culture known through theatre art and through film.

With nights and nights, for years, you stood in front of the screen looking into the depths of the film and theatre. You gathered the best experiences of this art so that one day your talent might explode and with rare creativity reveal the selected things that we possess as a people, the particular sands. You didn't want the messages in art, but the original artistry. You believed that one day your day will come to shed the lurid light of your creative power upon our lowly people. Because, you say, the truth that's with me can handle all obstacles.

You loved us, your parents, the mother who carries the greatest pain in her shoulders, the one I've been looking for with the candle, because the m'e ate the darkness that separated you from us, you loved Linda sister who makes oil for you, you loved your Edlira and the little Ark, the spirit of your father who enjoyed playing with you. You loved us all so much that it is described. You saved us a year from the killer virus, and we're broken, handed down, without you sacrificing your youth for us. You wouldn't let us go anywhere. There is no security, no protection against the evil they have put forward before the world, and warn us. You said, "I'm new. You five have everything. Looking after us, you sacrificed yourself, my son. O my son!

My son, you've left us like a songbird by your hands and we now see that you're a bird, but we're actually left without the main pillar of the house. You were our pride. You were our love. You were our joy. Your shoulder was holding this house.

Do not grieve at me for my stuttering, for they are not with me, with your father, the set-up of values, but there are only voices and hands left that tremble and tears that flow to me; do not be grieved that your tearful mother waits all night to come and open the door and kiss her so that she can lie down and rest quietly that she has a son in the family warmth; do not worry when Edlira mentions her name so often, because she will never forget, do not take it out for your sister Linda so often, because love is so sweet that your sister does not grieve, when your daughter, the beautiful daughter, the beautiful daughter of my father, keeps calling out in the stars. Don't son dad, because you're with us, you're in our hearts, in our best memories, there's your father's Luran and there we'll keep you as flowers as long as life is.

You know, Lourn, it's boiling Macedonia, Kosovo Albania and Turkey when they learned that you had taken a path that I had planned for you to stay on my head. Thousands of thousands of people write to me, my son, for you, the beloved and favorite artist and comfort me for you instead of now you get dozens of letters of comfort for me.

Let me not forget to tell you that Arba gathers flowers and places them at the entrance door of the building and tells me that Dad will come at night, because he sees me from the stars. I don't know what's in that beautiful six-year-old Arba's head, but I know she's gonna grow up proudly that she's your daughter, your father's girlfriend, she's already written you letters that rarely anyone can write so beautifully and say: “Daddy, I haven't met the best dad in my life”

As much as we love you, my good son, my dear son.