North Macedonia attacked us out of nowhere—no warnings, no provocation. They struck without reason, without diplomacy, aiming to erase us from the map. But we fought back.

We fought like lions. Every battle was hard, every region contested. We never made it easy for them. But in the end, we were slightly outnumbered. We held the line, but we stood alone.

No one came to help. Not because they didn’t care, but because they were busy with their own wars. We understand that. But we didn’t ask for much—just a small hand to defend what is ours. 

Today, we are fighting for our last region, Tirana. This is our final chance. We refuse to give up, but we can’t do this alone.  If anyone is willing to stand with us, it’s never too late. The fate of Albania—our country, our community—depends on this war.

Because in the end, why are we even playing if we are alone? 

For Albania!