Information gathered from “Hejza”.

On May 7, 1999, in the Battle of Çabrati, the 17-year-old fighter, Yllka Domi, fell heroically. Yllka was killed along with several fellow fighters and the Serbian army, in order to hide the traces, sent Yllka’s body along with the other killed bodies to a mass grave in Batajnica, to be found and reburied on December 23, 2003 on Çabrati Hill, in Gjakova.

She was killed in her last year of high school, before she could graduate. But Yllka was a poet who promised a new spirit in Albanian poetry. Her poem “The Spring Song” was also published in the “New York Times Magazine”, by Chris Stephen.

“We will not be together,
our lives are coming to an end.
We will not know each other,
we will not meet together,
I will shed tears,
you must know that there is no hope for me anymore,
I loved your soul more than myself.
I wrote a memoir for you
so that you can find peace.”

According to professors and people who knew her, Yllka’s death was the loss of an intellectual figure, a patriot and poet, who would lead the processes of state building, but also a pillar of culture and literature.
Yllka grew up in a patriotic spirit and was always facing the injustices that were being done to the Albanian nation at that time.

Therefore, she was always interested in being accurately informed about how things were moving. She was active everywhere, at school, in humanitarian groups, helping displaced residents and wherever the need required her.

As such, she came into contact with many young men and women who were involved in the core of the Kosovo Liberation Army. She completed courses to help the wounded in the war and practiced the use of weapons and their cleaning.

Yllka’s poems, dedicated to the love of life, freedom and death, are still well-known and are constantly distributed.

“While the poet’s last poem from the battlefield seems to foreshadow her departure…
I beg you, if you don’t wait,
write my name in the sand of the sea,
and write me two verses in her handwriting.
May there be an unfinished epic on the wings of the waves
and may the cage arena be open.
I don’t want a memorial!
If you find a stick on the back of the city
place it near my head.”