Holy Archangels' Monastery near Prizren, Serbia

"You showed me the church of Yours as the source of health", Dusan's gift charter. -Full reconstruction was interrupted... -In June 1999 a monk from the monastery, Fr. Chariton, was abducted. -Now - a spiritual center gathering the remaining Orthodox people from Prizren and around. The young monastic brotherhood is full of religious enthusiasm and remains confident that one day Holy Archangels will be completely reconstructed.

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

One impression from Kosovo and Metohija


As said previously, we should all try to bring back our memories and testify about Kosovo being crucified. Though unworthy we suffered through hell on Earth, we have seen eyes of evil and opposite side of human medal.
Somebody told me long time ago that sad stories and poems are not to be told because no one would read it, but what about sadness wrapped around reality with thick ties, when darkness tries to swallow whole world, when hatred emerges in its worst shapes?
That would not be a sad story, but sort of a fairytale, modern one- cause life in Kosovo and Metohija for Serbs had been a fairytale of a long-lasting fight between darkness and the light.
When bombing started, all of our dreams, wishes and prayers became one: God please save me and protect me! No more school, no more music, no more books, only fear on the streets, buildings, cities and villages. Fear paralyzing our inner being, disbelief that in 20th century someone can bomb someone else just like that, and human lives to be considered for a collateral damage?!
My Albanian friends came to say goodbye, they did not explain me why they had to leave, later on I found out they all had a silent agreement to leave Kosovo when first bomb falls down in order to create picture of humanitarian disaster, persecution and presenting to all devils Medias how they allegedly suffered. Serbs remained living in basements that looked like graves, people fled from Pristina, Prizren, from whole Metohija towards the border with Serbia. No bread, no flour, no food…My neighbors were taken tranquilizers, despair ruled the world around me. Explosions, bullets, fire above our heads became only reality. When the NATO campaign stopped Albanians started returning to their homes. All allegedly killed people were pretty much alive and furious attacking us with rocks, hand grenades, hatred in every possible way. Walking on the street was forbidden, buying groceries, talking Serbian, people were taken away, abducted for only one reasons: they were Serbs. Pain grew stronger and year after year crimes got repeated: 2000 Serbs were kidnapped, harvesters from Staro Gracko were brutally killed- mutilated, children in Gorazdevac were murdered, Dimitrije was killed 10 meters away from a police station in Gracanica?! Suffer and pain, sadness and fear, only church bells awaked us not to sink to deep.
7 years after bombing stopped nothing really changed, only allegedly mistreated Albanian population has it space filled up with small factories, quickly growing flats and mosques, warehouses, expensive cars and big restaurants. Were those the same people pretending chaos and humanitarian disaster in tents over northern Macedonia? Were those the same people allegedly mistreated in last 10 years before ’99?
Well- no chance!
Albanian terrorist change their uniform so instead of wearing UCK/KLA suits they wore politician mannered outfit, they all jumped from a butchers to well dressed so-called Kosovo Government members. Devil knows how to conquer the world and unconsolidated souls. Seven years of vacuum. Seven years of waiting for the miracle to happen, looking at the worst variety of characters sent from all over the world. None of them was sent to help, only to earn, money as the only value accepted these days.

Crying out may help; there is no weapon that can change an abyss we had fallen into after ’99, only God and His armies of holy Archangels and Angels- suite of divine fighters lighting up the candles of our lives.
Same as Holy Kosovo Martyrs, Tsar Lazar and his soldiers we are all her to testify, to tell the story about lambs and wolfs, about good and evil, about Christ and his opponents. All of us are here to choose, and thank God love is our side.

by Raindonna (City of Grachanitza)



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