Ali Ahmeti: The End He Written

It says: Baton Haxhiu

Do you remember that August title in Albanian Post: “if this is the end of Ali Ahmeti, he himself has selected”.

Then I clearly said: “if Albanians do not choose to be organised differently, then others will be organised for them. And then there will be no party, no vote, no state”.

Now after the fatality in the election is no longer a warning. It's real. And this is the update that can't be kept.

And what does a leader do in these cases?

There are days in history when a leader has only one question about himself: Am I still the man I built for my people?

Ali Ahmeti no longer answers this question. Because what was once an answer to Albanians has become a silence that burdens everyone.

Like any long - standing leader, Ahmet did not see the end coming. He helped it happen.

With every compromise he made with Macedonian power. With every silence to Albin Kurt. With every drop to Alexander Wuchitch. With every false friend and every honorable enemy.

When he stopped fighting for the right, others began to win unjustly. When he left the ideal for the account, everyone started counting without him. When he was silent, Mickoski spoke. When he bowed his head down, Kurt raised his finger. And when he thought he was playing with time, time played with him.

Ali Ahmeti has become a symbol today of an indomitable indomitable infamy only who does not have the courage to get out of the scene on time. Because he did not lose to his opposers.

He lost out of his worst self version. Fearing to build heritage instead of power. The obsession to be the last one to speak, even when there's no one who can hear.

While Albanians have entered a new cycle of divided, disappointed and untrustworthy history will not forgive a lack of orientation at this critical moment. And unwanted orientation has a name: Ali Ahmeti.

But Ali's end could be written without the help of those who used it.

Mickoski was helped by Albin Kurti. But he doesn't need it anymore. Because he finished the mission. It destroyed the Albanian political scene from within. It helped them to separate, to insult one another, to accuse without limit.

He created his own Albanian party. And most painful: he won Albanians within Ali's home in Krchova.

He humiliated him and Tarari in Gostivar. He humiliated her in Debar. Struga. Cair. On all the bets that once bore the flag as a crown over consciousness.

When Kurt finished his mission, Mickoski no longer needed it. Not for Albania either. Not for Kosovo either. Because he already acts as the god of Albanians without needing any of their leaders. He used Kosovo as argument to break. Albania as a comparison to scorn. And Albanians themselves as a tool to rule Macedonia.

And so Ali Ahmeti is no longer a figure of history. It is a symbol of the past that refused to become an inheritance. A name that no longer frightens Mickoski or his associates. Flags do not frighten anyone when they fall from office windows and remain cast on the floor, forgotten as promises.

Who thinks he will survive with the glory of war, forgets that Kosovo has fought, when Albania is silent. While politics has made others. PDS in its time. The DPA that could not survive the union, but kept the feeling of representation alive.

Now, when there is no more political organisation, there is no more national representation. There's only political federations. Exactly what Macedonians have always dreamed. Have Albanians divided. With local names. With little interest. With flags waving only on anniversary.

And only one question remains for all: Will anyone come out to build the new political organisation?

Because that old man is dead.

And there's nothing from a dead organization.

Post Script

Now that everything happened as warned, this writing is no longer forecast, but the document of the lack of Albanian collective conscience at a key moment. And if there's still someone who understands what happened to Ali Ahmeti, it's enough to read this text again and ask himself who's next to be forgotten by his hand?