The Chams

Don’t hurt me!…
At least you, friends and acquaintances of mine, do not hurt me!…
Others, those who don’t love me and the enemies, let them do as they want…
Their behavior doesn’t bother me…
What hurts me more are your prejudice and judgments for Chams and Chameria…
Don’t hurt me!…
Don’t force me to talk about Chams, because I am a Cham myself, I am from Chameria.
I am not used to praise myself, but your suspicions pushes me to become an apologist of myself and advocate of my Cham’s brothers, although I find it difficult to say words when deeds, works and values of Cham’s boys light as gold in front of the inventions of the enemies and those who don’t want their good…
Look them better!…
Whole mountains with gold treasures blossom in front of you and I am surprised how you don’t want to see them!
Couldn’t you see the glow of Cham’s values or perhaps you are blinded by their lightning that you don’t want to accept the Cham’s existence as a tangible reality that has occupied your path?!
Don’t hurt me!…
You can’t overcome such ranges and not feel tired… Fatigue shines in your faces… Even your fatigue shines in our path towards Chameria…
Please, don’t hurt me!…
Enough have hurt me those who have gone back on us…
Enough have denied our spiritual treasures the treacherous and the ingrate…
Chams, were firstly betrayed trust by Albanian state and some so-called politicians, like their patrons shovene-hellenic (I respectfully salute the Greek civilization), labeled and sold them as treacherous…
You, friends, don’t hurt me!…
Let me at least comfortably in my field battles with our enemies!…
Chams are like bees that tirelessly collect nectar flower to flower and produce honey for themselves and for others… Can bees be treacherous?!… Those that just work, build and produce with the rare art the most wonderful food, the honey!…
Don’t hurt me!…
Cham’s boys are like pigeons that go around and sing their own doves (not the crows of the world; they fear the sufferings of the fables of magpie with dove leather). Can the pigeons of peace be treacherous?!… Those who do, want and convey to the others with love the message of peace?!…
Don’t hurt me!…
Chams are like lions that avoid the donkeys with lion’s skin… And it is known that lions are lions, brave and battle warriors and not treacherous or actors in wickedly role…
Don’t hurt me!…
Cham’s boys are Osman Taka and Albanian whistles that dance even before death…
Don’t hurt me!…
Chameria’s boys are like Bilal Xhaferri who melted like the candle of Naim for Albania…
Don’t hurt me!…
Don’t misinterpret me, I don’t want to be like Beluli, this modern buffo that praise himself in the style of Mark Anthony, who immediately bankrupted the greatness of Bruti, the murderer of the Tiran Caesar…
Don’t hurt me!…
Cham girls are like Cleopatra, queen of Egypt, that forced the Caesars to put their head in her lap and to worship her graces as she was goddess…
Don’t hurt me!…
Cham’s girls are like the bride that accepted to sacrifice on the foundation of the bridge of Arta, that it would be built to bring the unity and the civilization of human coastlines…
Cham’s girls are like suliots that disposed of in the abyss from the rocks of the mountains of Suli to not remain slaves of the invaders cruelty…
Cham’s girls are like Vasiliqia that with a look descended from the horse the cruel Pasha, Ali Tepelena, threw away his sword and taught him the civilization…
Don’t hurt me!…
Chams are like Enkeleda Alushi singer, bride in Kosovo that sings to Chameria with longing…
Don’t hurt me!…
Chams are like me that bow my head only in the lap of Chameria!…
Don’t hurt me!…

Shefki Hysa
Writer

Cham warriors’ portrait

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