#tropoje

[beautyofalbania]

The accursed mountains. Photo:@adisshera • • • • #albaniadiscovered #albania #shqiperia #alps #tropoje #nature #naturephotography #history #europe #ig_europe #traveleurope #travel #tourist #tourism #investinalbania #invest #visitalbania #explore #coloursofalbania2022 #colorsofalbania (at Maja Jezercë) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cfn4okOPsX8/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[thebalkanwitch]

Dervish Luzha • If your family is from Tropojë, Albania, than chances are that you have a picture of this guy in your wallet, or at the very least have seen his image wedged in a photo album in your parent’s home. • Rexhep Tarçuku, more popularly known as “Dervish Luzha,” was and still is revered by locals as a holy man. He was born in Luzhë, Tropojë, on July 15th, 1904, just three years after a Dervish order moved to Luzhë, drawn by the natural beauty and tranquility of the surrounding area. • From an early age, Rexhep showed signs of extraordinary behavior for a child, so his family took him to the Tekke (Khanqah) in Çajë, Kukës (about 100km south-east of Luzhë). There, he went on to complete the necessary training and education required of a Sufi sheikh of the Halveti sect. • Upon returning to his hometown in Tropojë, he gained a reputation as a miracle worker and was said to have the gift of foresight and ability to heal people with crippling, paralytic inflictions. During WWII he joined the National Liberation Movement (Lëvizja Nacional- Çlirimtare) and fought unarmed, in accordance with his non-violent and non-resisting stance. • After the war, he continued working with his order and helping those in need. He died on November 3rd, 1985 and after the fall of Communism in Albania, a mausoleum was erected in his honor. “Tyrbja e Dervish Luzhes,” or The Tomb of Dervish Luzha, is a popular tourist attraction in Tropojë. • I say that not to demean the site in any way; it has become a location that is visited by Albanians from across the diaspora, not just Tropoja locals. Dervish Luzha is fondly remembered as a man who performed miracles and saved lives. His photograph is kept as a symbol of protection and oftentimes candles are lit and prayers are made to him in times of need. • • •  #thebalkanwitch #witch #shtriga #yshtese #magick #magji #magjik #tropoja #tropoje #dervishluzha #sufi #dervish #balkanwitchcraft #albanianwitch #albanianwitchcraft #albanian #balkan #holyman #evileye #esoteric #witchesofinstagram #witchesofig #witchessociety  #witchblr #witchy   #witchyart            #witchcraft (at Luzhë , Tropojë) https://www.instagram.com/p/CNsao6YnAai/?igshid=1eec9xlr4gj4g

[xhini]

Valbonë, Tropoja - ALBANIAN FLAG

[scarlettjane22]

Dhent e TropojeS

[travelalbania]

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Lugina Valbones,Tropoje, Albania.

[albaniansdoitbest-blog]

Tag SHOKUN KUKSIAN 👌🙈🙈 Follow us for more @albaniansdoitbest #albania #albanian #shqiperia #shqiperi #durres #tirane #laç #kukesi #kavaje #burrel #kukes #peshkopi #diber #kavaje #lushnje #sarande #berat #tropoje #shkoder #albaniansdoitbest #bulqize #northalbania #southalbania #perendim #jug #veri #peqin #plazh #papun #bigalbania https://www.instagram.com/p/Bo_j7k0gUg5/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1ek5kipljlrpx

[radiotelevizionishqiptar]

Aksident i rëndë në Tropojë, përplaset furgoni me punëtorë. Një i vdekur

Lexo të plotë www.rtsh.al

[beautyofalbania]

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Every region has its own personality and this is “Vallja e Tropojes” (Folk Dance of Tropoja) - the mountainous north. Full credit to FolkloRit. Find this and other beautiful dances on their YouTube channel!

(at Tropojë)

[theloniousbach]

KDHX, “Music from the Hills,” 15 September 2019 (Albanian)

After last week’s white knuckle marathon, I reminded myself that I do like being on the radio and re/discovering aspects of this music.

Sam and I have complementary mottos re: Eastern European folk/dance music.  His is “look for the Turkish” and mine is “the music gets better the farther south and east one goes.”

Albanian therefore is a good place to explore.  I had no particular point to make, just play good stuff.  Thoma Loli on clarinet was a find and my go to player over Laver Bariu and Hekuran Xhamballi.  I also played Rezmie Osmani from a 1987 CD and one from maybe 20 years later.  Like Nashville artists, she’d gone from a promising kid to a well, even over produced--musically and make up/hair--phenomenon.  Country and Eastern music?

I simply rotated among just one or two more source CDs, clarinet players, bands, women singers, and men singers albums.  And I went in with an order, but not particular cuts as I didn’t have times, etc, when I was preparing.

I think it worked out just fine.

I obliquely mentioned the loss of a veteran IFDAer who was also a regular contributor to Pledge Drives for the show and a personal friend of the regular host.  That felt like the right thing to do too.

Here’s the play list:

5:56 PM Hristos Raptis "Xhixhile" from Kenget e Vendit Tim on HXO 

 5:51 PM Vitore Matoshi "1000 Vjet Valle Tropoje" from 1000 vjet valle Tropoje on Elrodi 

 5:48 PM Jovan Mino & Klodian Xhelili "Valle Gajdes" from Valle për Dasma e Gëzime on Alpo 

 5:44 PM Ilias Kranias and group "Romane" from Gipsy Songs of Albania on Fanirea 

 5:36 PM Kurbeti "Your Words Were Wasted" from Kurbeti: Music Of Albania's Gypsies on FM Records 

5:30 PM Grupi i Tepelenës "Tremedhjete male ne kembe" from Ali Pashi vol. 2 on Superstar Studio  

5:22 PM Thoma Loli "Valle Gjirokastrite" from Valle Dasmash on Alpo 

5:14 PM Fatmire Brecani "Nusen Presin Tri Kalate" from Fatmire Brecani on Albanota 

5:11 PM Jovan Milo and Klodian Xhelili "Cifteteli" from Valle per Dasma e Gezime on Alpo 

5:07 PM Famile--Lela de Permet "Beratce Korcare" from Polyphonies vocales et instrumentales d'Albanie on Label Bleu 

5:00 PM Hekuran Xhamballi "Qyqe Behari" from Kabà & Vàlle D'albanie on Al Sur 

4:55 PM Hashim and Armend Shala "Mori qike qe del n'oborr" from Kurr nuk vdes kenga jone on Remi 

4:48 PM Gezim Salaj & Ramazan Islami - Grupi "Arb" "Ana e Malit" from Për Knaqësinë e Shpirtit on Fenix 

4:44 PM Kurbeti "Koritsa" from Kurbeti: Music Of Albania's Gypsies on FM Records 

4:40 PM Eli Fara "Hajde Merre Furken" from Hitet Popullore on Fuga 

4:30 PM Thoma Loli "Valle e Nusesh Pogonishte" from Valle Dasmash on Alpo 

4:24 PM Hashim and Armend Shala "Deshmorert e Poklekut" from Kurr nuk vdes kenga jone on Remi 

4:21 PM Ensemble Tirana "Kur Më Shoje e Ato Varre" from Chants polyphoniques d'Albanie on Iris music 

4:15 PM Remzie Osmani "Vallezon gjeraqina" from Goce e vogel on Fenix 

4:12 PM Remzie Osmani "Kur Bie Tupani i Parë" from Remzie Osmani on RTP (cassette) 

4:07 PM Laver Bariu with Vëllezërit Curri "Dola nje dite ne bace" from Zbresin nga Leusa tabore, tabore on SuperSonic records 

4:02 PM Esat Ruka And His Ensemble "Lirike Dasme (Wedding Song)" from Ballads And Popular Songs on Long Distance 

3:59 PM Ilias Kranias and group "Gigile" from Gipsy Songs of Albania on Fanirea5:56 PM Hristos Raptis "Xhixhile" from Kenget e Vendit Tim on HXO  

[albanianvoices]

Vallja e Tropojes

[artatheartist]

Round Two (Gotta represent my mom's side of the family 😁) Tropojane Queen of Hearts ♥️ • • • #artatheartist #albanian #illyrian #pelasgian #art #ink #drawing #sketch #inktober #malsore #malsiaegjakoves #tropoja #tropoje #tropojane #veshjekombetare #veshjetradicionale #albanianplayingcards #playingcards #queenofhearts #queenofcups #tarot #witchyart #artprocess #artvideo #timelapse #speeddrawing #arteza #coloredpencils #traditionalart https://www.instagram.com/p/CGSSBuspgJl/?igshid=x1szn4s9kct1

[cgvijesti]

Turista iz Srbije preminuo u Albaniji

Turista iz Srbije preminuo u Albaniji

Foto: Shutterstock Nekoliko srpskih turista zaglavilo se u planinskom dijelu nacionalnog parka Valjbona na sjeveru Albanije, a jedan od njih G.S. je preminuo od srčanog udara, objavio je albanski portal “Albanian dejli njuz”, prenosi portal N1. Turisti su se zaglavili na mjestu poznatom kao „vrh otvorenih klisura“ prilikom istraživanja tog područja. „Tokom jutra, Operativni centar Tropoje…

[theskanderbeg]

Valbona/ Tropoje , Albania 🇦🇱

[scarlettjane22]

Mashalla Tag maraklin

Dhent e TropojeS

[tragicon]

A new memory: the sight of the roof in my uncles house in tropoje. The poor one. So messy and dirty and natural. The branches and the light. The feeling that that is the good to come. The light I was promised.

This was my future, that rooftop. And the gurgling water all along the dusty path.

Remembered this while reading glucks wild iris. Also thinking about how why people are afraid of dying is because they will not have a voice anymore, they cannot speak.

[thekosovaassignment]

It is time to go

~ Onn Ibrahim, Special Correspondent to the Kosova Conflict in 1999

I’d gone to Kosova because I wanted to do something better with my life. I thought Kosova could provide me with an answer. A clue or two. And then I placed an ad through my former peer group, nicknamed classof72 because 240 of us completed high school at Kuala Kangsar, a prestigious boarding school for elite Malays, a major race in my country.

Durres is a coastal town near the capital Tirane. It was the place where my contacts fetched me from the airport en-route to Tirane. These are the first shots after the party had an Albanian-style seafood lunch at a nearby restaurant.

The ad received no response and I requested that it be forwarded to my bigger peer group, this time covering all the former graduates of my college. I received a reply almost immediately from one benefactor who preferred to remain anonymous. He gave me enough money to perform my mission to Kosova.

The party receiving me are Khairul Anuar of Malaysian Relief Agency and the Manager of the first Malaysian bank in Tirana, Alias who was kind to offer us his apartment during our temporary stay.

Why Kosova? Instinct taught me this would be the best place to test my iman. Iman, which most Westerners and even modern Muslims understand as “faith” is Muslims' greatest practical and liveable asset. I needed to charge my battery. I needed to find out whether there were any defects in my battery storage or whether I needed to replace the old iman battery.

It appeared to me this Albanian resident seemed like a young boy, and I began to wonder whether Albanian youths married early. Pictured here is the town of Durres, near Tirane, the capital of Albania.

It was time to go. Preparations to go to Kosova were quite extensive. But I had most of the equipment already as I had been anticipating moving to another country in view of my hopeless jobless situation. I had been without a regular job for the last six years; and while I was relegated to house minding and child-caring, I was going berserk. My relationship with my children had reached a dry point and I was faced with a stark choice: get a job or lose your mind. I had missed particularly the interaction of peers and colleagues and oftentimes I imagined seeing myself at work laughing and having an enjoyable time, while my kids were whining or panting in the background and the swirl of dust enveloped us as I try unceasingly to remove each speck of conspicuous dust from our floor which I remembered at last count had never been moped now for a year.

The assignment was such that I had to file regular stories from the front-line: the idea being that I stay with the forward column of the Kosova Liberation Army. The challenge was to get to the front-line and crossed into Kosova and this kept me busy with scrutinizing land maps and developing contact possibilities. And during that time, I never forgot to get my peer group involved; first with informing them my intention and then secondly attempting to garner support for my mission.

The other party in the group is Klodiane who is the driver for the team’s mission.

The response from my group was of course lukewarm and at most, became a mere curiosity. Some of my former collegians I had never met for a good 26 years but at the end of a one night’s meeting, the group of forty of us, prodded me to take the stand in a kind of dialogue. Earlier, the group had a view of what to expect in Kosova as a senior collegian had made a trip to Tropoje, northern Albania about 14 months prior to my planned mission. The presentation seemed to have acclimatized them to the real situation there although Kosovar refugees were only beginning to trickle in across the border from southern Kosova. But the real dangers associated with the assignment were only beginning to emerge.

Haji Mohd Kamal’s slide presentation was tempered with many personal view-comments of the then current situation and the group appeared mesmerized. When discussion ensued later, it focused on the expense involved in sending one person like me to such a perilous mission: whether it was worth the effort and what the returns could be.

When the time came for me to present, I could only relate to them two of my objectives: That I wanted to cover the front-line from a Muslim, non-Western perspective, and secondly, that I wanted to be “there” with the Kosovars to share their grief, and “lend my shoulder”, if at all that was possible.

Durres is the port entry for Albania’s import and exports.

Questions ensued forth and there was brisk debate about my competency for covering war situations. There was concern about my safety and there were tactless reminders that I was leaving a big family consisting of children who were still growing up and needed a father. I answered them the best as I could assuring them repeatedly that the mission must be undertaken in view of the relative slowness of the Malaysian government and public to act in response to widely publicized Serb atrocities and genocide.

“I can assure you that I will love my children as I have always loved them...not one little bit less while I am away but you must remember for every Kosova child who has lost a father, I would like to be there with him or her at least for a moment,” I told the group.

As to my wife, I told them that she has known what I am and has always prepared herself for the worst. “What’s nineteen years of marriage if we are not willing to sacrifice for others?” I spoke.

Freight ships queuing to disembark their cargo at the Durres terminal.

At that I noticed the group started to warm, that is, in a way in which I wanted them to be: to feel for the children of the fathers and mothers who were dead or waylaid by Serbs’ aggression. The fact remained that there were already more than three quarters of a million Kosovars who were being forcibly expelled from their homes and forced with almost no personal belongings to bring with them on the road to the nearest border: to the south it would be Morine or Morina and then into the Albanian towns of Tropoje or Kukes; to the west would be Prizren, and then into the Montenegran town of Pec. To the east would be to cross the border at Dakovcia; to arrive at the Macedonian towns of Korab, and further inland, Tetovo.

I was well aware that earlier, just before Haji Mohd Kamal ended his presentation, one of the organisers of the evening’s gathering had asked a pointed question as to the total amount that I would need in one month and the reply was thirty thousand Malaysian ringgit to which the group seemed aghast; but for the fact that Haji Mohd Kamal had presented them his own experience, this wasn’t to be taken as a negative sign. “No problem,” the organizer had assured him, “we are just interested in bottom line figures only”. In any case, I was thrown into a moment of optimism only to realize that after one month in Albania and Kosova not a single sen of that cheery generosity ever made its way into my bank account in Tirana which was set up as my base of operations.

I suppose, in hindsight, the group just wanted to see how their reporter was going to present his story on why he was going to Kosova – at that time it seemed too far away and almost forbidden – rather than committing or pledging themselves to a stated sum to help underwrite the costs of the operations.

I remembered that I received 3,630 ringgits in total from my peer group; one thousand ringgits of which I had pledged and paid after selling off my motorbike which meant I really did only receive a total of 2,630 ringgits. One pledge of one thousand ringgits was withdrawn while the first pledge of one thousand has never been paid until today.

One of the ships at the dock which seems inoperable.

The contribution from my peer group wouldn’t buy me a return ticket to Tirana: not while NATO was bombing Kosova daily.

And yet I left Malaysia and crossed into Kosova to witness some of the hardest pitched battle ever during the 87 days of the bombing of Kosova in an area where there was a complete absence of non-Western based reporting.

“There is always a first time,” as I told my peer group that evening. Whether I am a seasoned war reporter or a first-time correspondent, the fact remains that you must have a brave heart to go out there to join with the irregulars of the KLA. “What does it matter anyway than the fact that this is a once a lifetime opportunity,” as Haji Mohd Kamal commented earlier.

I don’t claim to have a brave heart but sometimes I wished some people’s heart are braver than their words.

End.