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The 'Commissioner' who confesses in the name of light

2025-06-14 16:16:02Pikëpamje SHKRUAR NGA MONIKA STAFA
Monika Staff

A critical look at the short story book "In the Name of Blood" by Ahmet Prenç

Everyone of you remembers the footage from a Greek television station that filmed in March 1997 an Albanian child firing bullets into the air with an automatic rifle in his hands.

A true horror that should never have been published. Because of the Code of Ethics; because of the Family Code but also many other codes, those who signed certain rights at the beginning of the Middle Ages with the Magna Carta had one reason: for people to stop killing or persecuting each other.

But did he stop crimes against humanity?

Then and today. The bloodshed continues. Today the world has opened up and we see every day starving, murdered and poor children. Think about it, until today, in the 21st century, nothing has changed like then.

Nothing changed in 1997. Not in the early 1990s in the former Yugoslavia. Not in 1999 in Kosovo, and not today in Ukraine and Gaza.

Israel or Iran. Man walked a lot with revolutions that he used in his own interest. He did everything to fulfill his ego but not to end wars and conflicts. The blood of children and weapons as well.

War, massacres, blood and violence have always tested the relationship that man has with the earth, with the community in which he lives. Mostly oscillating between the obligation to be good or evil, truthful or responsible, a slave to forces greater than himself or a defender of the law.

And in the end, what's left of him... is again... him, amidst dilemmas, doubts, and the disbelief that life is nothing but wealth and power.

And it has happened everywhere. It doesn't matter where you are. In New York, in Rome or even in Asia and Jerusalem. Nothing has changed since the beginning. Man has grown but he still remains the first, the bearer of Cain's genes.

Today we received a special book that, more than a book of testimony or gilded artistic values, made me think. To think about what we are?

'In the name of blood' is just a part of this world that surrounds us every day, every time and every line. It could be in the name of life, in the name of the rifle, in the name of death… it makes no difference. But the author chose 'blood' as a man of justice. But not only. Even as a fragile man that this earth, this world seems to hurt him.

Ahmet Prençi, an author with a cultivated artistic sensibility, includes in his book life stories, the destinies of people who have generally written their own names.

It's our Albania in a not-so-distant time... The year 1997, which anyone who lived through definitely remembers as a crazy apocalypse that Albania had to endure.

It had never happened. Never.

Not even when the papal crusades destroyed cities and kingdoms in Europe and went all the way to the heart of the Far East. No, never had the Albanian land been burned so much as in this terrible year.

And when? When the continent was most eager to welcome him into its fold.

But it didn't happen.

'In the Name of Blood' is Ahmet Prenç's latest volume of stories, which, like a diary that carves out weeks of gripping events and happenings, places us before an even greater responsibility regarding what is called our collective memory and why we must not forget.

The writer has brought us with this book that, in addition to the artistic values ??it carries, also a message that he seems to have carried as a heavy weight in his subconscious; we must tell.

We must speak. We must confess. Like Father Zef Pllumi in his biblical call; Live to tell. 

As a lawyer or defender of the law by profession, Ahmet Prençi, in his stories, despite the events that appear grim and full of tragedy, seems to have enjoyed the justice that his characters, even though they have committed crimes, have undertaken to do themselves.

The stories still bear unhealed wounds. It is not clear whether they are truly as he describes them or whether there is literature in the symbolism and metaphors used. But one thing seems clear, the writer has been liberated when he has given them to us in the form of an artistic book.

Carefully preserved like fables that remain there until the time comes, the book is also like a memory that respects the archiving, selection, and tireless effort to cast them into artistic form.

And this is undoubtedly a commendable work that deserves more than just the reader's attention. Brought with a message of reflection on some values ??that today are seen as from another time.

They are national pride, the preservation of human dignity, and respect for the wise who act not for office but out of patriotic loyalty.

Touched by these stories, Ahmet Prençi has pushed us on the path of a story that we know quite a bit, from the less official pages of literature. Overall, they are stories of highlanders, stories with cannons, with blood, stories filled with drama and pain... most of all, when you read them, you tremble from the tragedy that a broken trust brings, a life wasted due to the mentality or stupidity that keeps a land or a society unfortunately still uncultivated.

Ultimately, a part of us that doesn't seem to want to see what's beyond our own fence.

A harsh land that always forced the best to flee. Or maybe even killed them... like the Commissioner of Light.

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