A BROKEN DREAM…

We wanted to contribute something to our country so that generations that will come after us have a reason to stay here, but this isn’t possible for us anymore because we are faced with injustice the moment we open our eyes in the morning and up until we close them.

Illustration: Argjira Kukaj

I walk through the streets alone, nostalgically remembering the time when my village resonated with children’s voices who were expressing happiness. I remember the time in which each one of us has dreams we hoped to be achieved in the future, dreams we preserved with fanaticism… Every dream we created, were all within our country, because each one of us wanted to be residents of the land we were born and raised in, and to not abandon our family and friends.

The opposite happened, children’s voice is no longer heard in the village, the dreams we weaved stayed locked in the drawer, and this bleakness encompassed the place, because this youth that was once a hope for Kosovo today has been turned into an escaping column. I, you and all of us know the reason behind this chaos that is destroying us as a society. Nepotism and corruption are only two of the reasons that created all this mess that’s stuck in our throats and is killing us every day. Unemployed youth that is asking for salvation in the difficult roads of migration, hopeless youth that is abandoning the place and leaving their dreams in half because they didn’t find a possibility to live their dreams in this land.

Even though we love our country we are forced to leave here because those who led us never thought about us, they thought only about themselves and their families, because they stole our dreams as if the damage they caused wasn’t enough.

We wanted to contribute something to our country so that generations that will come after us have a reason to stay here, but this isn’t possible for us anymore because we are faced with injustice the moment we open our eyes in the morning and up until we close them.

This isn’t the place we dreamed of, we dreamed of a place in which everyone would be equal, where each one of us would get what they would deserve.

This dream was stolen, those people who don’t know what loving your country means, even though they mention it in every speech. I hope that in the future when some years have passed from these difficult times, the negative phenomena that is now a characteristic of our society will disappear and those who come after us won’t experience the same pain we do. The pain of leaving the country…

About the author: Rigona Sefa is a student in the “Kadri Kusari” school in Gjakova, on the judicial assistant field.