One has the impression that when the word is called "Woman", suddenly all the languages of the world become one, regardless of geographical location, the specific language of a particular country or continent, customs, faiths, traditions and customs.
We could begin to pronounce the first letters: those of WOMAN, GRUA, WOMEN, DAME etc., and by magic, the term that defines this special being, begins to unite generations and generations in a single 'conventional language' whose representative symbols to give the exact definition are those of the type:
– Love, like the love that only a woman can give without conditionings for her child, for her man, for her parents, a love made up of various forms and intensity, but forming part of her wonderful world.
–Affection, as only a woman can demonstrate towards those around her, always thinking positively and giving her first and foremost example and contribution, so that these feelings may spread throughout the world.
–Sensitivity, as only a woman can have the privilege of possessing such a level, that this is also possible, apparently unattainable.
–Generate, as only a woman can have the chance and be chosen to procreate the most precious thing we all have in this world: a child!
–Force, sometimes, a latent force, not always 'flaunted' or exposed to make it a boast, but such an indescribable force, to move from the most complicated situations, in the resolution of which the man, is often forced to resort to his support and support.
–Intelligence, an intelligence to be admired, able to carry on delicate and intricate issues simultaneously.
–Determination e tenacity, when it comes to following a dream that you believe with your whole being.
–Creativeness, as only she knows how to give life different colors and lively, even when the shades seem now in some cases, turned off and whose switching on by anyone else, it seems impossible.
–Courage, demonstrated in various areas and in relation to various aspects of life: when the safety of a child, of his beloved, of his loved ones, of his own land is at stake.
–Courage, like when you question your own image.
But, right here it also comes into play fragility of the woman:
The fragility in women is relative, it is different from one woman to another. As indeed, every human characteristic in every human being.
The figure of the woman in Albania it has always been of such great importance, how great, unfortunately, has been its insistence on trying to diminish and influence its influence, the effects of its presence. Or better: an importance, which man has always realized in the end, has always perceived it, he has always considered it deep down.
But, for mentality and uses, for causes far greater than man himself, because determined by patriarchal laws, predefined by remote generations, which directly affected the relationship between man and woman in Albania, he was not allowed to admit openly the importance of this figure. Although, lately things are finally changing positively in this direction, despite the typical slow rhythms of countries suffering from prolonged transitions.
- In Albania, over the centuries women have not been lacking in legends, myths or popular narratives.
It is narrated in the legend of the Rocca di Rozafa, Scutari of the youngest of the three sisters-in-law who carried the food to her husband and her husband's brothers, engaged in the construction of the walls of the fortress, which, it was not known why they collapsed at night, despite their serious commitment invested in construction during the day.
When they learned of the sacrifice needed to dissolve the curse - that is, the life of one of their wives - all the brothers are advised to their wives not to go there that day to bring them food, because they should have been sacrificed. The younger brother said nothing to his. Then, the younger brother's wife who presents herself that day, unaware of the destiny that awaited her, would have sacrificed herself.
They would have walled it alive, as a gift to the evil deity that hindered the construction of the castle, causing the continuous collapses at night. The woman would have courageously accepted this fate, for the good of others and of future generations, but she would have asked as a last desire to leave them out of the wall, a hand to take care of her little newborn son and a breast to continue breastfeeding. Since then, on one side of the Rocca, the moss is evident and the humidity does not cease, it is said, because of the tears shed over the centuries by the woman and the milk destined for her son.
Mamica, was the sister of our National Hero, whose name is also our Association here in Parma, Scanderbeg. Mamica, was an authoritarian, strong woman, also a leader like her brother, determined to the point that her brother considered her as a friend, the best confidante and a trusted person.
Shote Galica, was a Kosovar leader, a woman without fear, with a courage that made even men envious. She has fought alongside her husband and has also been a guide for the fighters to the last. As well as all the Kosovar mothers, daughters and sisters, who have shown and still show that they have had such a profound soul and such enormous courage, in living in conditions that only a few could have resisted during the war.
Mother Teresa she was a woman of whom not only Albania, but the whole world, the whole of humanity can boast and can feel proud of having benefited from her work.
Musine Kokalari and many other intellectual and patriotic women, persecuted and killed by the communist dictatorship of Enver Hoxha who has oppressed Albania for about half a century.
We remember our grandmothers, our mothers, our aunts. With so much affection, so much nostalgia, not only for the love that normally links grandchildren and children to their respective grandparents and parents, but also for another factor: for the fact that their generation, in Albania, has lived in full suffering , the privations, prohibitions and consequences of the totalitarian regime. We do not know what we could have ever done to see them happy, especially the grandmothers, so much sacrificed their generation. Albanian women of the totalitarian period, many have been sentenced, have served years in prison, died in prisons, for political, ideological reasons, for the class struggle. Some, for the simple fault of having had ties of kinship or friendship with someone who had committed some so-called 'infraction' against the then existing power.
Despite this, having been education, the pillar of society, with all the problems and difficulties that the masses suffered, Albanian women have always been very prepared in the field of education, in all branches of knowledge.
When the wind of change began to blow also on Albania, by now in an inevitable manner, having already also involved the neighbors, the Albanian women were those who witnessed another plague, which saw an entire people as protagonist: Emigration!
The women shed so many tears for their children, many of whom at an early age bypassed the fences of foreign embassies and consulates in the Albanian territory in search of a better life expectancy, for others who occupied the ports and boarded the ships in waiting for that crossing that would mean 'freedom' for them.
Not only that: of the Albanian women, they also became themselves, protagonists of this emigration!
Some very young, straight from the school desk, with the courage and euphoria that characterizes the young age. Others, come later with family reunions. Others with the studies left in half. Some, become mothers at a very young age, in a foreign country whose language, customs, or better, they did not know: they found themselves in every way in front of a completely new reality, exactly foreign to them!
Faced with delicate and very important questions, such as the growth of a child, and not only: at a young age, often without the support of family members, having to commit themselves first of all to getting to know this new host country, in order to 'present' it to their own child, to pass on true intercultural values to him. All without denying him the possibility and the right to live with the customs of his parents' homeland, but to integrate this also into the culture of the place that their children host.
Like swallows that embark on the flight of migration, even these Albanian women found themselves in front of a world, with doors wide open on one side, but unaware of the fate that awaited them behind them. Certainly, in their location in this new country, the personal factor, that of being able to adapt less to its darker "corners", was a determining factor for the turn that would take their life. Like all the corners, even those of the new country, they housed cobwebs and, some of these girls remained entangled in the midst of these suffocating spider webs for society, for them a new society, full of difficult knots to untie ...
- Some, coming later for study reasons in Italy, when Italy, the "mass exodus" phenomenon is not that it had totally disposed of it, but anyway, it had a little better absorbed it. Determined girls, studio lovers, who tenaciously continued their studies in Italy, in the most precise case also here in Parma, just as many still continue to attend the university today.
The schools of Parma - of the various scholastic cycles - are full of Albanian girls of the second generation, of those who with emigration have had to do only indirectly, we say, as they were their parents who reached Italy with the mode of emigration from the most troubled. Many, who feel in part Italian, who have now decided to stay here for their entire lives and look forward to changes or bureaucratic solicitations for the acquisition of Italian citizenship. Many, the Albanian women in Italy engaging in the social, economic and political life of the country, some in the scientific and research fields, others in the art.
Regarding the work and employment situation, with regard to the immigrant woman in general, especially in Parma, there are various aspects to consider, setting aside for a moment the "crisis" factor that has affected all strata of society, especially the middle class and without distinction of gender or nationality:
There is the case of the woman who works in the factory, facing difficult work, difficult times to be reconciled even with family commitments and with the growth of children, but at the same time, they are carried out with determination on her part, because work is sacred, this is for everyone, but especially for foreigners (at least honest ones), considered the only way to live. The migrant woman / mother, must also deal with another factor: the growth of children that is difficult, as she does not always enjoy the privileges, such as having grandparents of nearby children, to be able to count on their support when she goes to work.
There is the case of the woman who works even more than eight hours a day, because because of the current crisis, maybe her husband has lost his job, thus making her and his work become the only means of sustenance of the family.
There is the educated immigrant woman, who has devoted years and years of her youth to the study, but who for one reason or another, has failed to realize herself, to find a job suited to her true intellectual and emotional abilities. But this then also becomes a relative factor, as in these moments of crisis and precariousness, even for Italian women the terrain in this direction is not easy.
There is the little Albanian girl or young girl, who was born and is growing up in Parma, is attending schools of varying degrees and cycles in the city. There is that youth that will be part of the active future of the city itself.
Among the Albanian women in Parma there are many friends, companions, mothers, sisters, why not, even grandmothers, then women of various generations, all with a richness within themselves, all with a story in themselves to tell, all contributing to excellent integration into city life. Of this city, Parma, which hosts us with generosity, but at the same time, is reciprocated by the Albanian community in general with an equally civil and collaborative attitude in city life.
For Women's Day, a special wish for a better future for all these women!
To the woman in general: Albanian, Italian, German, American, Chinese, Indian, African whoever she is, to all the women of the world, in the name of respect for their image and their values.
A wish that serves as a good omen for the realization of all their goals and desires for an ever better life!
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