Part Two
Shahadije Neziri Lohaj: The imprisonment happened on September 21 [1983]. I was in class, in the classroom when the police came and arrested me. They came and called me, I stood up. They said, “The principal is calling you.” I was even surprised, I thought, “Why is the principal asking for me during class.”
Anita Susuri: How old were you at the time?
Shahadije Neziri Lohaj: In ‘83, I [was born in] ‘65, now, to calculate it, it means around 18 years old, without turning 18, maybe I was already 18. When they called me downstairs to the principal’s office, I went. There was a police inspector there and they told me, “You have to come to…” They were rude to me, the principal as well. They said, “You have to come to the inspection.” “Let me,” I said, “finish my classes and I’ll come.” “No, no, now,” they said, “with us.” They sent me to the office [at the Secretariat]. Then their torture began there, they started asking me, “What did you do? Who are you? What’s your activity?” To be honest with you, they had a lot of information.
Maybe each one found out something, because that was the strategy of the police back then, who investigated us because it seemed to you like somebody told them. They knew, they were professional regarding that. They would say, “All of your friends’ group admitted that you are the leader of the group,” I would say, “No, it’s not true that I was the group leader.” It happened that they tortured my brother, it happened that I heard the noise happening in the other area. But, I never admitted to it. They sentenced me like that, without pleading guilty. Although they had the facts, because they knew about the group and they discovered the group names, we had a list. They imprisoned us, I mean, they imprisoned me.
They held me in Ferizaj the first day. And then they brought us all out in the corridor, they almost dispersed us. Each one in different prisons. They took us, the girls, to the Prison of Mitrovica. Then the investigations still kept going. They constantly interrogated us, asking, “What did you do? What did that friend of yours do? Were they active? Who distributed these pamphlets? Are they yours?” There were two people involved in our group who actually weren’t in our group. They were sentenced and they got pretty harsh sentences. Of course, they were active too, but they weren’t part of our group. They were Fatmir and Selim, who were joined to our group when the sentences were received. But, they weren’t part of our group although they were accused of it. But, they weren’t part of our group.
We, after about four or five months, because we were minors, I mean, I was legally an adult but my brother was a minor because he was about 16 years old. Nadire Ramadani was also almost 16 years old. The others were around my age. They, Nadire, received a sentence for minors, from one to five [years]. My brother received a sentence for adults. We were punished according to Article 136, paragraph 1 related to 114, which means they didn’t have the right to sentence us because there were mainly minors in our group.
Our trial was closed, they didn’t let journalists in either, they barely allowed our parents to be present when they adjudicated us and gave us the sentences. Fëllanza Kadiu was the judge, who still works in our free country. She works and adjudicates people. This sometimes worries me, because she sentenced young people at the time, and she lives and works with the same privileges she had back then. Maybe it was a duty, but I think this is heavy for the ones of us who received those sentences from her.
Anita Susuri: I am interested to know about your parents, were they aware of the activities you did?
Shahadije Neziri Lohaj: To tell you the truth they weren’t aware of it. Even now my mother often tells me, “I noticed there was something going on, but it didn’t cross my mind that you were active in some group.” She thought we were only talking about these patriotic matters but she wasn’t aware we were organized. She recently told me, she said, “When the police raided our house,” she said, “they asked me, ‘Are you aware of what your children are doing?’ I replied, ‘Nothing, they are going to school’ and,” she said, “he lifted the rug and you had several banners that you wrote under there. And they took,” she said, “those banners and said, ‘Look at what your children wrote. They’re against the state.’ I got really scared.” Because it was a persecuted family since her birth, my mother’s.
They arrested both of us within the same day, my brother and me. My brother was in Pristina in Medical School, I was in Ferizaj. They actually waited until he came back, but they took me while I was in class. It was difficult for my parents, because they had to take care of two children. And then it already began, the open persecution of my family. There was fear that my father, who provided for us, would be fired from his job, he was the provider. And then, there was the fear that my sister, Drita, would be fired from her job, who started working, she had just started working as a nurse.
It wasn’t easy for them to keep going, to live in freedom. To call it freedom in quotation marks, while we were in prison. It wasn’t easy for them to visit us twice a month, sometimes my brother in Gjilan, and me in Mitrovica. Very difficult. In order to come visit, they would have to receive permission from the judge, they would have to leave work. From there, coming to visit me in Mitrovica, you know, back then the bus lines weren’t like they are now, it was more difficult. And then, they had to go to Gjilan.
Afterwards, they transferred me to Lipjan. It was easier for my family because Lipjan was closer. While they transferred my brother to Gjyrakoc, near Dubrava. It took two hours to get there. Two hours only one way, not to return, and then to stay there. A very difficult life began for my family. However, when they knew, maybe this ideal kept them going, and it kept us going too. We never missed a visit back then, they came to both of us.
Actually during the first visit from my parents, I asked, “How is he?” About my brother, I asked, “How is Fatmir doing?” Because I didn’t know what happened to my brother, because I knew that they tortured him a lot. They immediately interrupted our visit and… they told me, “If you ask this once again we will not allow you visits anymore.” They interrupted our visit. My parents went back. They tell me the obstacles they went through to come visit now, but it was a very big matter, a great matter about the freedom of our homeland. We faced all of it, both my family and us, with dignity.
Anita Susuri: How long did these visits usually last? I think they were short.
Shahadije Neziri Lohaj: The visits in Mitrovica were through bars, not open like we are in front of each other now. Only two family members, eventually three, were allowed. Conversations about other people or about my brother who was in prison weren’t allowed. The visit lasted for about ten minutes at most. Whereas in Lipjan, they transferred me to a correctional facility, as they called it, we had about an hour there, half an hour, one hour visits twice a month. We had them twice a month in Mitrovica two, but they lasted ten minutes.
Anita Susuri: You told me about the mental abuse, you heard beatings, but I am interested to know about the physical violence against you, was it a lot? Was it harsh?
Shahadije Neziri Lohaj: Yes, there was physical violence. Against me but also the others because those screams, for example, came from them being physically abused. Someone wouldn’t scream unless they were beaten up. Because they usually used those [metal] rods or maybe just their hands, who knows. They tortured people.
Anita Susuri: Was there [violence] against you?
Shahadije Neziri Lohaj: Yes, there was, but not to the extent of losing consciousness or something. There was violence.
Anita Susuri: What about the Prison of Mitrotica that you mentioned, were you there during the investigations or…
Shahadije Neziri Lohaj: The Prison of Mitrovica was called a detention center. That’s where the investigation happened. The inspectors came there, different inspectors interrogated us and they returned us to prison again. I am talking about myself personally. The first day they sent me there, I had no idea what prison was. And I was raised in a family with good conditions and our parents took care of us like we take care of our children today maybe. They took me and sent me there.
The guard took me, “Come.” And they took me somewhere on the second floor, as far as I know, and they put me in solitary confinement. It was 1.5 to 2 meters and it had a small, maybe 40 centimeters window, and it had only two wooden planks. A ripped blanket where mice were playing. There was nothing of plastic to use as a toilet, for personal needs. And then, there were lines drawn in the walls. When they were putting me in there, I asked, “Why here?” She only gestured to me like this {makes a hand gesture telling someone to keep it moving}.
I was stuck there and I continued to analyze the wall, the window, the closed door, I was counting the lines. Halil Alidema was in that solitary confinement, for about, if I’m not mistaken, maybe 57 lines, so he was there for 57 days. That wasn’t a prison cell, but where they left prisoners alone. I started to bang on the door a lot, “Open the door, why should I stay here?” I heard a knock on the wall and a man’s voice sho said, “Don’t bang on the door because the guard might come back and torture you.” And then I stopped.
I stayed there that night, it was terrible that night. The food they brought, it was terrible. Such poor quality that I don’t have the words to describe it. I didn’t take the food at first, nor at dinner. But on the next day I continued. Mold had taken over the room, the mice would come in and out. What do I know, they found another area. I even have a poem where I say, “The only thing I saw there were the mice,” and I say, “I disturbed their peace because they belonged there” (laughs).
And then, the next day they took me and put me in room number 3 where I found some other prisoners. They were prisoners who had committed some other acts, nothing political. One of them was there for a political act, Naxhije Hajrullahu. She was from the Municipality of Vitia, she now lives and works in France. The Prison of Mitrovica was maybe one of the most horrible prisons to ever exist and I don’t think there will ever exist another one like it.
The room was, there was no way it could be worse. There was some kind of plastic bucket for us to use for our needs. The windows were very small, and you couldn’t even reach them. And then, those sheets were terrible, old. The blankets were so old that a person could only see them in movies. If the guard came in, the rules were that we had to put our hands behind [our back], to lower our head and to not look her in the eyes.
They took us to the bathroom once a day, to take care of our needs. And then, they took us to the yard which was circular, we circled it around. They would leave us there, five minutes, ten minutes max. You couldn’t keep your head up because they would punish you or beat you up. We had to talk to each other in a lower voice, you would wake up at 5:00 in the morning and you couldn’t sit on the beds because those were the rules. The food was of very poor quality. But we had a goal and we overcame that too.
There were cases when the guards weren’t there, women would come out of a pavilion, we knew that there were three other cells there. We would communicate with each other, we would make those signs, there was a knock which was a sign of the prisoners. We would knock and then begin. Each of us gave a pseudonym to each other. They gave me the pseudonym ‘Besa’. When they called me in the room I would talk to them, they would talk to me. But when the guards came, we would separate because that door, the last cell that could hear that tik tak {onomatopoeia} of the guard, so the heel sound, would immediately let us know and we would stop.
I had a moment to share with you about how the guard caught me talking to someone, from the other cells. She pretended she got out, but she didn’t. But the guard, Emine, was one of the guards who treated us the best, she was on that shift. But the other shift, there was Fevzije. She was one of the most horrible guards somebody could describe. One of the most horrible personalities. Emine was there and she [Fevzije] came and heard me talking to my friend from the other cell.
She opened the door, she dragged me and took me to a room. She looked at her, asked, “What happened?” Emine, the guard Emine asked Fevzie. “Now,” she said, “I will mess her up,” this was her vocabulary. She took the baton to beat me up. But she [Emine] told her, “No,” she said, “you can’t dare to touch her,” she said, “because it’s my shift. You could beat her up during my shift, but I will report you for meddling in my business.” She stopped and looked at her, she dropped the baton and told me, “I will catch you” (laughs).
She actually saved me from that guard. I don’t know if they had problems with each other or she simply had a good soul and she was nice to us. What’s important is that she saved me that day and took me back to my cell. Like this, there are some obstacles that one should maybe share with others. They’re not easy.
Anita Susuri: You said that you were sentenced as a group…
Shahadije Neziri Lohaj: Yes.
Anita Susuri: What sentence did they give you?
Shahadije Neziri Lohaj: They sentenced me to three years and I served all of it with no pardon. I didn’t receive any pardon or reduction of my sentence. The judgment was confirmed and I served all of it. I served about five months in the Prison of Mitrovica, the other part I did in Lipjan. The Prison of Mitrovica, it’s probably those moments I would never want to remember, but it’s good for people to know and I will mention them. There were cases when they beat the prisoners upstairs so bad that I often heard their screams.
And then, there’s a moment that won’t leave my mind, it’s when we went on a hunger strike for three days about the shooting of Ferat Muja. Ferat Muja was a person who killed somebody among Serbs and the court made the decision to execute him. He received the punishment with execution, during those days until the decision was final. We heard a call that said, “Notice, tomorrow we will go on a hunger strike because there was a verdict that he will be shot,” and I don’t remember the date, “Ferat Muja.”
We went on a three-day hunger strike, but seemingly Ferat Muja was executed. And then another, there was another strike we did for the killing of Rexhep, Rexhep Mala and Nuhi Berisha, for a few days, they were killed too. But, our strikes were only protests because nobody listened, they didn’t care if we went on strike or not. They still did their part.
Anita Susuri: I am interested, how did the news that they were killed, for example, Rexhep Mala, get to you?
Shahadije Neziri Lohaj: They would bring us the daily newspaper. We received press, they brought it and we would read it. But it was also in their interest for us to see these things and then they knew that there would be a strike immediately after. And whoever they thought was more dangerous than the others or an influencer, they would take them and take measures against them.
Anita Susuri: You said that they transferred you to the Prison of Lipjan to serve the whole sentence. What was it like there?
Shahadije Neziri Lohaj: Yes, after four months and a half they transferred me to the Prison of Lipjan. There the conditions were better than in the Prison of Mitrovica. Almost all the political prisoners were there, but also other convicted women. The conditions there were good. There was a beautiful yard, where we and the prisoners before us planted flowers. There was a reading room. We had a TV room. The rooms in which five-six prisoners slept. We had a physical education room. And then they arranged for us to work, I mean, in a workshop which was for sewing. I worked in that workshop until my release.
Anita Susuri: Was there any compensation, or?
Shahadije Neziri Lohaj: Yes, there was compensation, it was a symbolic amount. I can’t remember how much it was, but it was symbolic. That workshop was led by, I think it was the Garment Factory, in Gjakova, by a leader who was Mujedin Mulliqi, if I remember correctly. Then, there they gave us the third year of high school because I hadn’t finished it, in the Department of Garment Textile. Accelerated learning, the professors would come from Gjakova. We had classes there and then got our diplomas and finished it. The Prison of Lipjan was okay, the conditions weren’t harsh. But you just had to abide by the rules which were in place about what we could do and not do.
Anita Susuri: Do you remember any case that you would set apart?
Shahadije Neziri Lohaj: Yes. There was a case, maybe it’s painful because there at the workshop there was a quota which they set and it had to be fulfilled. There was Ajshe Gjonbalaj who that day couldn’t work as much as she should have. One of the supervisors there made her stand up and iron the flag of Yugoslavia, something Ajshe didn’t do. Plus they told her, “You are not fulfilling the quota,” Ajshe Gjonbalaj was a political prisoner. She reacted, Ajshe, and then the police came, the other guards and they took Ajshe. They took all of us and they started… we were compelled to go on a hunger strike, because they took them away somewhere. But apparently they sent her to Pozharevc. And then we went on a hunger strike for about four days, if I’m not mistaken, we ended it on the third or fourth day.
They also took away some of our friends who they thought were more influential there. They sent them to Mitrovica and the rest of us stayed in Lipjan. We received one month of solitary confinement. Then we stayed there in solitary. There are many things. There in the prison, we had a good time with our friends. We had books which we read, they brought us books from home. We had a library there, we read, we got our job done, we respected each other. The guards were nice to us, mainly nice. If you broke the rules, of course, that wasn’t allowed. You had to abide by the rules, otherwise there was punishment.
Anita Susuri: What was that month of solitary confinement like?
Shahadije Neziri Lohaj: I don’t know. Sometimes when I get asked this question, “What was it like?” I don’t [know], when I put it into words, it sounds so simple. You stay in solitary for one month, you stay there and… but, a month is very long, it’s very long. I was… there were so many prisoners that there was no space in solitary confinement for all of us. They placed me and Hava Shala in one cell. Hava would continuously recite poems, I would recite poems. They took us out to walk around the yard. And I just know they came and took Hava away, and they sent her away from Lipjan. I was left there in solitary to continue the rest of the punishment. It wasn’t easy because you only had a blanket, you only had the walls. You had nowhere to lie down, you had the toilet there inside, the mice would move around. It wasn’t easy, but our ideals were high and we withstood [it]. Maybe we even overcame them easily and we simply overcame them.
Anita Susuri: You mentioned that you had a TV room too, what did they play there?
Shahadije Neziri Lohaj: Usually the programs that were shown at the time, the TV channels of that time. We gathered there, and we talked to each other. We usually did, in our gatherings we read books, we would comment on them with each other. We had a good time with the other prisoners.
Anita Susuri: Was there some kind of uniform, or?
Shahadije Neziri Lohaj: Yes, we had the prison uniforms, we had to wear them when we left outside the pavilion. Inside the pavilion we could stay wearing our athletic clothes or whatever suited us. But we washed our clothes ourselves there, they didn’t wash them for us. The kitchen was in a different area where they sent us. I wanted to tell you something else too, something that happened to me there. There was, I sometimes write poems. I had written some of my poems, they were good, it’s a pity that they were lost, but what can I do? I remembered most of them and I wrote them down after I was released from prison.
One of the poems I wrote about Jusuf Gërvalla, a poem which I don’t have, I had given it to a friend of mine to read. She read it, but she wasn’t a political prisoner, she was there for something different. She had placed it in her cabinet. I was back from the workshop, I was lying down and we were hanging out there. I just saw that everybody entered, guards and others they had called for help. They started to check everything, they would do this usually, it’s not that somebody reported my writings but it happened by chance and they gathered everything they found.
If they found, for example, that material that the police found there, I mean that the guards found, you would get one to three years in prison. They considered it propaganda. That’s what the sentence was like, Article 133. But they found her with my poem. We went to physical education. Then I started to worry that they would surveil me, they would send me to Lipjan, the investigation would begin, et cetera. We were playing basketball, Professor Danush came, he lives in Pristina now, the physical education[‘s professor]. The guard who hung out with us, she was from my city’s area, I knew her family.
I told her, “Guard, I want to ask you something but I don’t know if you can do it?” “Yes,” she said, “go on Dije,” I said, “This and that, I wrote some poems and I put them in a cookie bag and I have some poems that nobody from the directorate can read,” and she said, “What do I do next? Were you aware that you are in prison?” (laughs) I just looked at her, I didn’t know what to say. I really was in prison, why would I write it. But it wasn’t possible to not write them down when I got that inspiration. I then joined back in the game, she didn’t say anything. We knew each other’s families. She went and got the bag and she threw it at me and said, “Burn it.” The worst part was that I burned all of it with my hands and I felt bad.
Then I asked her, “Where did you leave the poem?” She said, “Honestly Dije, they found your poem,” “Oh yes?” And the director called me, she was Drita Kuqi, no, not Drita Kuqi. Shpresa Kuqi because Drita Kuqi was a political prisoner. It was Shpresa Kuqi and she called me. She sat me down, “Dije,” she said, “will you tell me,” she said, “whose this poem is,” she said, “and I want to read it to you,” she said. I said, “I don’t know about a poem?” I didn’t admit to it. “Come on,” she said, “let’s see your handwriting,” and I wrote it like this, so I wrote something on the other side.
She said, “Why aren’t you admitting it?” “Well,” I said, “it’s not my poem,” she said, “You have to tell me if it’s yours?” I said, “It’s not mine,” “If it’s yours,” she said, “it’s a very good poem because,” she said, “he was my classmate,” she said, “Jusuf,” and she said, “I’ll keep this poem, it’s with me and at any point you can ask me for it,” I said, “Well it’s not mine.” I didn’t claim that poem anymore because it was found somewhere else, not with me. I didn’t claim it, “How would I know whose poem it is.”
I didn’t admit it, but I never went to that former director to ask for it. Now I don’t know where she lives and works, [she has] the poem they found. You couldn’t stay indifferent because it wasn’t possible, you’d get inspired. You had to write something at any cost although you were in prison, [even though] you shouldn’t have because you’d be sentenced for activism, for propaganda.
Anita Susuri: You mentioned physical education, so you finished the last year of high school, did you have all the courses?
Shahadije Neziri Lohaj: The courses were about clothing, those were the courses. We had other courses too. I remember there was Marxism at the time, language and the clothing subjects. We finished them through exams. They asked us about it and we finished them. All of us, not only me. It was for all the prisoners. But I was lucky because I hadn’t finished high school and I got to receive a diploma. Besides losing three years of my life in prison, I had regained one, and when I was released from prison I continued higher studies.
Anita Susuri: How did being released from prison go? Were you released the day you were scheduled to, or did they release you earlier?
Shahadije Neziri Lohaj: No, exactly on the day which I was scheduled to be released from prison, I was released that day. It was usually when they released someone from prison all of us would gather and organize a party, we would sing, dance, recite. Actually, there was Sanije Kaqkini that with the last glass we would drink, she would say, “May we never return here.” We would call her Mother Theresa, because she would look after us a lot. She wasn’t there for political activism, but she was really close to us, the political prisoners. The day I was released my parents came to get me and I returned home. But it wasn’t easy, because for some time, I was away from society for three years, I was away from friends, from family. I was used to a whole different life. However, humans are species that adapt and I picked up where we left, we continued it.