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Nov 18, 2024
A Mother's Love- A poem about today January 27, 2009
By Merita Bajraktari McCormack
I thought of my mother, as I missed her touch
I smiled, as she gently spoke on the phone
The usual, unique sentences, with a happy voice
Describing the joyful day of my birth at home:
"Daughter dear, it was a very harsh winter that one,
The first snow of the year, a meter above the ground,
But your birth brought us smiles and lots of warmth
I was the happiest mother carrying you around"
I swallowed the tears, as I heard the sweet words,
Was deeply touched by her happiness today
For I, her child and gift, one wintry day was born
And felt how my mother's love brightened my day !
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May 5, 2021
Reflection on June 8 2018, laying wreaths in Washington DC
Nov 25, 2020
In the name of Love - Albanians in Arlington Diocese
In the Name of Love
Published first in "Dielli" Newspaper Dec 23, 2019
By Merita McCormack*/ Washington DC/
On Sunday December 22nd, the last Sunday of Advent, The Holy Sacrifice of the Mass was offered for the Victims of Earthquake in Albania. It was held at the Sacred Heart of Mary Catholic Chapel at MaryMount University in Arlington Virginia. We are grateful to both Fr. Joe Rampino, its Chaplain and the Office of Multicultural Ministries, especially its Director, Miss. Bridget Wilson for facilitating the venue and for their love.
It was a large participation. Besides the Arlington Diocese Albanian Community, there were Albanians and Americans from our large community in Washington DC Metro Area. Top Albanian Diplomats in USA, both Ambassador of Albania H.E Floreta Luli Faber and her colleague, HE Vlora Citaku, Ambassador of Republic of Kosova in USA, attended the Mass. We are very thankful and grateful to both of them. Joining the Mass was also Mrs. Alice Buttler Short, the founder and President of “Virginia Women for Trump”.
Mrs. Buttler-Short is a friend of Albanians and our community is very grateful to her who came to pray to God for our nation. There were many American friends of the musicians but also a good mix of ourselves too. There were Albanians from Albania and also Albanians from Kosova, most notable among them Mr. Shaqir Salihu and Mr. Arsim Cejku. Heads of other ethnic communities in the Diocese of Arlington were also present. In particular in style and number were those of the Slovak Community. This Mass was celebrated by Reverent Scott Sina, a priest of the Diocese of Arlington and a friend of Albanians. Ehsen Zajmi a very talented Violinist, who has played professionally for a decade in Albania and now in USA, Laura Boci a very talented High School student and violinist and Sabrina McCormack, the Mass Music Chair at her work, were our Mass musicians, whose talent was so beautifully used to accompany our prayers to Almighty God. Denis Guma was a lector and also his family were gift bearers. The McCormack young men, K. John and E. Arber served at the altar.
Fr. Sina, the presider, during his Homily, spoke fondly and lovingly of the situation in Albania but he also tied it to the many difficulties that people have suffered through out the centuries and that there is always Hope. He spoke so eloquently about the difficulties that Joseph, the husband of Mary and foster father of Jesus faced at the time of Mary’s pregnancy. Yet nothing is impossible with God so as we trust God and prepare our heart, we offer our difficulties and trials to our Lord, who out of Love for us became man, came to Earth, lived among people, was crucified, died and rose again so we all may have life in eternity. We celebrate the birth event soon, at Christmas.

After Mass there was the Chamber Music Concert performed by four talented classically trained Albanian American musicians. That concert was offered in honor of the Earthquake Victims as well and served also as a fundraiser. An Initiative called “Women to Women and Children”, was born out of desire of many Albanian Women in our area to help Albanians facing the earthquake related difficulties. The five women that spearheaded the effort are Valbona Qerimi, Keida Kostreci. Mirela McDonald, Genta Arvoas and Evi Struble.
There is also an additional group of women, who work with these wonderful ladies and help with the efforts to fundraise and support. Thus, a significant of money has been raised to date, to serve this purpose. The four generous classically trained musicians that provided a pro bono beautiful chamber music concert are: Merzan Kostreci (piano) Frederik Spiro (viola), Enklejda Luzi Spiro (violin) and Kela Veshi (violin)

The Concert was an event of its own and started with Evi Struble, who was dressed in Albanian ethnic costume opening it and introducing the musicians and the program. She spoke of the initiative and welcomed Madam Ambassador of Albania in Washington DC to speak. Mrs. Floreta Luli Faber thanked the participants for being there and also expressed gratitude for all the efforts. She also spoke of the Albanian Government effort to alleviate the Earthquake caused pain. She spoke of the Albanian Embassy many efforts to raise awareness, to seek support and direct help as needed. The Artists performed a variety of music, from Limoz Dizdari to Moxart’s Quartet. At a certain point in the Program, Genta Arovas, made calls for donations and people responded generously. The organizers had taken care of details, the way they did the program, the way the presented, performed, explaining the cause and receiving the much-needed donations. After the Encore, Keida Kostreci, invited the people to stay tuned as such similar events are still coming and also to gather for a group photo. People socialized a little more and then everyone headed home wishing each other Happy Holidays. Merry Christmas, Happy Chanukah since the congregants were of all faiths, including Albanian American Jewish.
That concert was heavenly and there was a transcendent beauty that one cannot see but feels. Many commented afterwards and a lot of poetic messages were exchanged. I was struck by how Evi Struble spoke of the music and musicians. She spoke of the international language that they speak through music and how beautiful that is. We all want to be you-she said to the musicians.

I totally concur with my friend, and yes, of course, in the presence of God, reverent performers and reverend spectators, it could not be different. Indeed, it was a unique event that will be remembered for years to come. A last detail to illustrate, it was so beautiful that at the end the encore performance, the “Lulebore” Albanian song lyrics, were sung by the congregation, thus accompanying the instrumentalists. Sorry if we got off key! But I bet, at that moment, there was not a single eye dry or any pair of lips unmoved. And one can’t help but think, how poignant that an Albanian song praising love as it ought, was closing the unforgettable evening at a place where the Love of God is constantly revealed. God has His beautiful way of drawing people to his heart! Merry Christmas to Christians, Happy Chanukah to our Jewish Friends and Happy New Year to all!

*The Author is VATRA Member and Co-Founder of Albanian Catholic Community in the Diocese of Arlington. She works in Washington DC Metro area
May 25, 2020
On this Memorial Day 2020
Dec 5, 2018
A little poem on December 5 2018
By Merita McCormack
December 5 , 2018
In the cage it was raised
It sang and cried though from within
And one day the good master heard it
And said : "Who keeps this bird locked "?
Oh Irony of life !
Told the cage keeper a word or two
The cage keeper pretended to agree
And let the good master set the bird free
What was attached to his foot and wings
Thus the bird flew and the good master used his voice;
Showed it around and took pride on him
The bird chirped, sang , and one day
Was sad to see the master die.
Smiling , holding hands with others like him,
And said to the bird with the smirk:
"It was just a game , little bird ,
We just wanted some time
To gather more birds
So we tracked you and others and now not only we want your talents
but we want also your meat "
And thus the cage keeper "mourned " the good master's death
While preparing for upcoming meal
Oh irony of life !
Oh poor bird indeed !
Aug 26, 2018
A Poem for my Grandmother
just like the modern Saint
she was sweet but matter of fact,
just like any wise woman
she was quiet, but had a presence
just like some important beloved figure
she was not taught to read or write
yet she was our lead accountant
who always balanced the family books
she never had a fridge , yet her food never went bad
she saved it in cool places dug in the yard's dirt
she never went to culinary school
but her meals were most delicious
she never used measuring cups
but her handful was good enough
she never checked the temperature of baked stuff
she knew when it was done from its tenderness
her daily and on time meals always tasted delightful
she was the smallest woman whose husband was sick
yet she managed the whole household
like she had the help of many hercules
she never went to medical school
but the whole village thought her medicine healed
she never went to any fancy counseling school
but her much sought advice kept couples and families together
she never wore colorful clothing as she was in mourning
having lost a young son, a brother and soon enough her husband
but she displayed the radiant multiple colors in her being
she never showed her thick hair as the widows scarf covered it,
but she gave me the braided hair of her youth to treasure
she never knew of the Western culture
but the moment she met someone she knew the Truth
she gave strength to others like she was a fountain of it
and never got tired of hosting others, humbly and lovingly
she knew communism was evil but taught us to hold tight
to things that matter like family and ride the waves
she knew it was just politics
all temporary but family unity she said is everlasting in spirit
she was called Ane, Halle , Teze and Jengje in the village
but she was mostly our glue, our dearest Nena
whose name is now in my daughter's being
and I pray that my little one takes at least just a bit
after my beloved Nena, who was my first teacher, carer,
doctor, my beloved saintly grandmother
who always remains in my heart and mind
whose smile reminded me of the most beautiful flower.
Nena I miss you!
25 August 2018
Aug 28, 2017
Certain about one thing, in Uncertain, Texas.
"Red, what is your background, where is your family from?".
,“I was born and baptized in Louisiana ma’am, but my father was Italian and my mom was German Irish.”- he answered. I immediately thought Louisiana Catholic, but held my tongue. He then told us stories of his Italian grandma pinching his and his sister’s cheeks when she wanted to praise and them and he had teary-eyed moments sharing those stories and saying he has no more family around. And he sipped his drink and smoked his cigarette. He was peaceful and nostalgic. It was a very touching moment. I thought to ask him one more detail, I said which part of Italy and what was his last name. For some reason I always ask Italians if they are from Southern Italy, looking for the Arbresh connection. So I was digging for that. He said well, I don’t know if you know the last name, but it is Forgionne and he said it exactly like Italians say it, and he continued: "I can’t tell you for sure where we are from, but do you know of a man, of a Papa, Papa, Pio my dad called him". I froze and looked at John who was also curious. Then Red pulling his cigarette from the mouth, pointed towards his palms and his feet, signalling for the wounds of Christ crucified. I could not believe what he was saying. John said : "Padre Pio?" He said: "No,no, papa, papa, Pio, the old Catholic man". John was continuing to say Padre Pio, and I said Francisco Forgionne? He said, yes, that one, the one who...." and he was continuing to point on his palms and feet.
"The priest with the stigmata?”- I asked
After that moment , I had to then share with him our Padre Pio many stories and devotions and we sat down for long time as Padre Pio is a spiritual grandfather to many, so he is very special to us, too. But meeting his relative there, in rural Texas, a man, who was not raised catholic, for whom, at first I did not have the most charitable thoughts, and who was so genuine and real, so open and friendly, so modest and leading a simple life, was a different story. We talked for a long time and Red was happy to hear more about Padre Pio, and I saw the spark in his eyes becoming more visible and the joy in him very obvious. He was happy to accept the booklet which he promised to read it through and through, was happy to look a the photos, very happy to hear that there are many relatives of Padre Pio in USA, and that one is a friend of mine. He felt reconnected to the family and we all felt and expressed that God was alive and present there and then. For some reason, though he was a Baptist, he brought up the sacraments of the Catholic Church and we spoke mostly on Confession. The conversation went in to so much details and went fast and there was so much talk about holy subjects that we ourselves could not understand how. It was a beautiful conversation. Afterwards we all were wondering about this all and we agreed that God’s CERTAIN LOVE had put us all together for that time in Uncertain Texas