P\u00ebrsh\u00ebndetje miq! Gjithmon\u00eb i lexoj historit\u00eb nga jeta pik\u00ebrisht n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb gazet\u00eb, por kurr\u00eb nuk e kisha menduar se edhe un\u00eb nj\u00eb dit\u00eb do t\u00eb b\u00ebhesha pjes\u00eb e k\u00ebsaj gazete. Historia ime \u00ebsht\u00eb sa komike, po aq edhe dramatike nj\u00ebkoh\u00ebsisht. Kam nj\u00ebzet e pes\u00eb vite martuar, por q\u00eb lidhja jon\u00eb do t\u00eb p\u00ebrfundonte n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00eb, nuk m\u00eb kishte shkuar mendja asnj\u00ebher\u00eb. E keni d\u00ebgjuar shprehjen, se p\u00ebr burrat n\u00eb mosh\u00ebn pes\u00ebdhjet\u00eb vje\u00e7are vjen adoleshenca e dyt\u00eb? E pra, kjo \u00ebsht\u00eb e v\u00ebrtet\u00eb, \u00ebsht\u00eb e v\u00ebrtetuar edhe nga psikolog\u00eb dhe analist\u00eb, por edhe e provova vet\u00eb n\u00eb kurrizin tim. Gati nj\u00ebzet vjet m\u00eb par\u00eb un\u00eb me bashk\u00ebshortin tim emigruam n\u00eb Gjermani dhe si \u00e7do emigrant, pat\u00ebm edhe ne v\u00ebshtir\u00ebsit\u00eb e para t\u00eb emigrimit, derisa filluam u p\u00ebrshtat\u00ebm me vendin, me gjuh\u00ebn dhe me kultur\u00ebn e vendit ku ne jetonim. Mes v\u00ebshtir\u00ebsive t\u00eb m\u00ebdha, jeta dukej se ishte edhe m\u00eb e bukur, t\u00eb pakt\u00ebn un\u00eb k\u00ebshtu e mendoja. Un\u00eb me Fatmirin, bashk\u00ebshortin tim, ishim m\u00eb t\u00eb bashkuar, m\u00eb t\u00eb dashuruar dhe kishim nj\u00eb unitet t\u00eb papar\u00eb mes nesh. T\u00eb dy vuanim p\u00ebr nj\u00eb q\u00ebllim; t\u00eb mblidhnim t\u00eb ardhura p\u00ebr t\u00eb patur nj\u00eb familje t\u00eb kompletuar nga t\u00eb gjitha an\u00ebt. Mbas dy vitesh erdhi n\u00eb jet\u00eb vajza e madhe dhe mbas tre vitesh, u b\u00ebm\u00eb edhe me djal\u00eb. Nuk kishte m\u00eb t\u00eb lumtur se ne. Fatmiri punonte n\u00eb kuzhin\u00eb n\u00eb nj\u00eb restorant ku shkonin vet\u00ebm VIP-at dhe paguhej shum\u00eb mir\u00eb. M\u00eb pas, kur u rrit\u00ebn f\u00ebmij\u00ebt dhe filluan shkoll\u00ebn, punoja edhe un\u00eb kur m\u00eb dilte ndonj\u00eb pun\u00eb. Tashm\u00eb q\u00eb kthehem dhe i kujtoj ato vite, mendoj se si m\u00eb ka kaluar gjith\u00eb kjo jet\u00eb pa u ndjere fare. Njeriun, puna, hallet e g\u00ebzimet e mbajn\u00eb gjall\u00eb. Shpeshher\u00eb njer\u00ebzit ankohen se \u201cpse nuk u b\u00ebm\u00eb ne nj\u00ebher\u00eb rehat\u201d. Po ju jap nj\u00eb k\u00ebshill\u00eb, se njeriu nuk gjen asnj\u00ebher\u00eb qet\u00ebsin\u00eb, madje at\u00ebher\u00eb kur thot\u00eb se \u201ctani jam rehat dhe i lumtur\u201d, ta dini se aty dhe fillojn\u00eb problemet tuaja. Me sa duket, k\u00ebshtu qenka ligji i jet\u00ebs.
\nJa, k\u00ebshtu ndodhi edhe me familjen time; nj\u00ebzet vite n\u00eb emigracion kishin kaluar shum\u00eb shpejt e tashm\u00eb jet\u00ebn ton\u00eb e kishim rregulluar disi. N\u00eb Gjermani kishim bler\u00eb nj\u00eb sht\u00ebpi dhe t\u00eb dy f\u00ebmij\u00ebt kishin filluar universitetet, vajza p\u00ebr Drejt\u00ebsi dhe djali ishte n\u00eb vitin e par\u00eb p\u00ebr Mjek\u00ebsi. F\u00ebmij\u00ebt ishin b\u00ebr\u00eb shum\u00eb t\u00eb mbar\u00eb, ata asnj\u00ebher\u00eb nuk na kishin krijuar as m\u00eb t\u00eb voglin shqet\u00ebsim. Fatmiri, vazhdonte pun\u00ebn, por tashm\u00eb me orar m\u00eb t\u00eb shkurtuar, pjes\u00ebn e mbetur t\u00eb koh\u00ebs e kalonte duke ndenjur n\u00eb kompjuter. E shikoja gjithmon\u00eb q\u00eb e t\u00ebrhiqte shum\u00eb interneti dhe m\u00eb dukej sikur ai ishte i varur prej tij. Un\u00eb futesha shum\u00eb rrall\u00eb dhe t\u00eb dy ne kishim vet\u00ebm nj\u00eb faqe n\u00eb Facebook, kjo p\u00ebr faktin q\u00eb t\u00eb mos krijoheshin keqkuptime midis nesh. Fatmiri kishte qen\u00eb gjithmon\u00eb shum\u00eb i hapur me mua. Ai p\u00ebr \u00e7do gj\u00eb mundohej t\u00eb ishte transparent n\u00eb familje, ose t\u00eb pakt\u00ebn un\u00eb k\u00ebshtu e kisha menduar dhe p\u00ebrfytyruar deri n\u00eb momentin kur atij i dol\u00ebn g\u00ebnjeshtrat sheshit. Kur e mendoj tani, m\u00eb vjen, edhe p\u00ebr t\u00eb qeshur, edhe p\u00ebr t\u00eb qar\u00eb nj\u00ebkoh\u00ebsisht. As vet\u00eb nuk e besoj q\u00eb nj\u00eb mendje mund t\u00eb jet\u00eb kaq pjellore sa t\u00eb thur\u00eb intriga t\u00eb tilla.
\nNj\u00eb dit\u00eb, djali erdhi nga shkolla dhe hyri n\u00eb kompjuter. Ai k\u00ebrkonte nj\u00eb dokument n\u00eb internet, ishte nj\u00eb material, q\u00eb e kishte par\u00eb nj\u00eb jave m\u00eb par\u00eb, mir\u00ebpo nuk po e gjente dot. Dhe, sipas asaj q\u00eb m\u00eb shpjegoi djali, ai ishte detyruar t\u00eb shikonte historikun e gj\u00ebrave q\u00eb kishte par\u00eb n\u00eb internet, p\u00ebr ta patur m\u00eb kollaj gjetjen e materialit q\u00eb k\u00ebrkonte. Por kjo gj\u00eb b\u00ebri q\u00eb ai t\u00eb ndeshej me nj\u00eb surpriz\u00eb t\u00eb pak\u00ebndshme. Nd\u00ebr t\u00eb tjera ai zbuloi se i ati kishte p\u00ebrdorur \u201cgoogle translate\u201d (p\u00ebr t\u00eb gjith\u00eb ju q\u00eb nuk e dini, \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb program p\u00ebr t\u00eb p\u00ebrkthyer nga nj\u00eb gjuh\u00eb n\u00eb nj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr). Duke par\u00eb n\u00eb historikun e k\u00ebrkimeve, djalit i kishte r\u00ebn\u00eb n\u00eb sy se p\u00ebrdorej jasht\u00eb mase ky program dhe kurioziteti e shtyu p\u00ebr t\u00eb par\u00eb se \u00e7far\u00eb p\u00ebrkthente personi q\u00eb e p\u00ebrdorte at\u00eb program. Po \u00e7’t\u00eb shikoje?! Djali ishte befasuar nga ato q\u00eb kishte lexuar. M\u00eb mir\u00eb po jua sqaroj m\u00eb thjesht gj\u00ebrat q\u00eb edhe ta kuptoni m\u00eb mir\u00eb. Ish-burri im ishte lidhur me nj\u00eb grua arabe, e cila punonte n\u00eb restorantin ku punonte edhe im shoq. Me th\u00ebn\u00eb t\u00eb drejt\u00ebn, nuk e di se nga \u00e7’vend ishte, por di q\u00eb ata dy komunikonin n\u00eb Facebook n\u00eb gjuh\u00ebn arabe, p\u00ebr t\u00eb mos u kuptuar nga ana ime. Kjo grua n\u00eb Facebook figuronte me nj\u00eb em\u00ebr mashkulli dhe un\u00eb e shikoja shpeshher\u00eb Fatmirin q\u00eb komunikonte me t\u00eb, por ajo q\u00eb m\u00eb kishte th\u00ebn\u00eb ishte se ai ishte nj\u00eb koleg pune dhe diskutonin p\u00ebr menun\u00eb e dit\u00ebs q\u00eb do t\u00eb p\u00ebrgatisnin n\u00eb restorantin ku punonin. E kuptova q\u00eb djali di\u00e7ka kishte zbuluar n\u00eb kompjuter, por ai mundohej q\u00eb t\u00eb ma fshihte. Ajo q\u00eb pash\u00eb ishte se at\u00eb dit\u00eb ai po printonte shum\u00eb materiale, por k\u00ebto nuk kishin t\u00eb b\u00ebnin me shkoll\u00ebn e tij. Ishin tradhtit\u00eb e babait t\u00eb tij, q\u00eb hiqej sikur ishte njeri i p\u00ebrsosur. T\u00eb gjitha flet\u00ebt i mori me vete. Mbasi ai iku, un\u00eb u ula n\u00eb kompjuter p\u00ebr t\u00eb par\u00eb se \u00e7far\u00eb kishte djali q\u00eb u shqet\u00ebsua aq shum\u00eb sa u pre n\u00eb fytyr\u00eb, po me th\u00ebn\u00eb t\u00eb drejt\u00ebn un\u00eb nuk marr shum\u00eb vesh nga elektronika, k\u00ebshtu q\u00eb nuk kuptova m\u00eb asgj\u00eb. Djali e kishte ndjekur t\u00eb atin, n\u00eb baz\u00eb t\u00eb atyre q\u00eb ai shkruante dhe takimeve q\u00eb ata t\u00eb dy linin dhe e kishte kuptuar se ai m\u00eb tradhtonte.
\nMbas nj\u00eb diskutimi q\u00eb kishin b\u00ebr\u00eb me t\u00eb motr\u00ebn, ata kishin vendosur t\u00eb m\u00eb tregonin gjith\u00e7ka, duke m\u00eb sjell\u00eb dhe mesazhet e d\u00ebrguara nga im shoq drejt asaj gruaje, q\u00eb dhe sot e k\u00ebsaj dite un\u00eb nuk kam arritur t’ia shikoj fytyr\u00ebn. Vajza bashk\u00eb me djalin erdh\u00ebn nj\u00eb paradite, kur Fatmiri ishte n\u00eb pun\u00eb dhe m\u00eb k\u00ebrkuan q\u00eb ne t\u00eb bisedonim, ama nj\u00eb ndjenj\u00eb si ankth kishte nj\u00eb jav\u00eb q\u00eb m\u00eb ngacmonte. Vajza m’u afrua, m\u00eb hodhi dor\u00ebn n\u00eb qaf\u00eb dhe m\u00eb tha:
\n– Mama, ne e kemi p\u00ebr detyr\u00eb t\u00eb ta themi dhe ti vendos vet\u00eb se \u00e7far\u00eb duhet t\u00eb b\u00ebsh me t\u00eb…
\nPa mbaruar fjal\u00ebt, ajo shp\u00ebrtheu n\u00eb lot. Fillova ta p\u00ebrjetoja edhe un\u00eb shum\u00eb keq, zemra po m\u00eb rrihte dhe nuk po dija m\u00eb se \u00e7far\u00eb t\u00eb mendoja. Ama, vet\u00ebm te Fatmiri nuk m\u00eb kishte shkuar mendja. E p\u00ebrqafova vajz\u00ebn dhe e pyeta se \u00e7far\u00eb kishte ndodhur. At\u00ebher\u00eb u hodh djali dhe m\u00eb drejtoi nj\u00eb tuf\u00eb me letra, duke m\u00eb th\u00ebn\u00eb:
\n– K\u00ebto jan\u00eb provat q\u00eb babi t\u00eb tradhton me dik\u00eb tjet\u00ebr.
\nM’u err\u00ebn syt\u00eb dhe nuk po dija se \u00e7far\u00eb t\u00eb b\u00ebja. Vajza u ngrit e m\u00eb dha nj\u00eb got\u00eb uj\u00eb. Nd\u00ebrkoh\u00eb, mua m\u00eb mbyt\u00ebn lot\u00ebt dhe letrat i mbaja n\u00eb duart q\u00eb m\u00eb dridheshin, por nuk mundesha t\u2019i lexoja. Ju betohem miqt\u00eb e mi, se as hasmit nuk do t’ia uroja nj\u00eb gj\u00eb t\u00eb till\u00eb! Vdekjen e kisha menduar, por q\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00eb tradhtonte Fatmiri, gjall\u00eb n\u00eb bot\u00eb se e hidhja n\u00ebp\u00ebr mend. E gjith\u00eb jeta me t\u00eb m\u00eb shkoi n\u00ebp\u00ebr mend dhe syt\u00eb derdhnin vet\u00ebm lot. Zemra vuante sikur ai nuk ekzistonte m\u00eb n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb jet\u00eb. M\u00eb pas, djali m\u00eb tregoi se si e kishte zbuluar k\u00ebt\u00eb histori nga kompjuteri dhe se si m\u00eb pas ai e kishte ndjekur t\u00eb atin p\u00ebr t’i verifikuar gj\u00ebrat dhe t\u00eb gjitha k\u00ebto ishin t\u00eb v\u00ebrteta. Ai ishte lidhur me nj\u00eb grua myslimane q\u00eb mbante edhe shami, po nuk e dinte n\u00ebse ajo ishte e martuar apo beqare. Por, t\u00eb gjitha k\u00ebto s’kishin r\u00ebnd\u00ebsi p\u00ebr mua, m\u00eb mjaftonte fakti se ai m\u00eb kishte tradhtuar. Djali nuk i kishte r\u00ebn\u00eb n\u00eb sy t\u00eb atit dhe \u00e7do gj\u00eb shkonte n\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00eb normale n\u00eb familjen ton\u00eb, derisa ai u kthye at\u00eb mbr\u00ebmje dhe u p\u00ebrball me mua dhe me f\u00ebmij\u00ebt e tij. Ai u mundua q\u00eb t\u00eb mohonte \u00e7do gj\u00eb, por provat flisnin ndryshe. Djali i zgjati flet\u00ebt e printuara, ku dukeshin qart\u00eb mesazhet e shkruara prej tij. Ai shkruante: \u201cU b\u00ebn\u00eb 12 or\u00eb q\u00eb nuk t\u00eb kam par\u00eb me sy dhe m\u00eb duket sikur do t\u00eb humbas, nuk mundem t\u00eb jetoj pa t\u00eb mbajtur ty n\u00eb krah\u00ebt e mi, ashtu si\u00e7 b\u00ebj kur jemi t\u00eb dy bashk\u00eb\u201d. Ky \u00ebsht\u00eb vet\u00ebm nj\u00eb nd\u00ebr mesazhet e tij, por t\u00eb tilla kishte pa fund dhe un\u00eb i lexova t\u00eb gjith\u00eb, p\u00ebr t\u00eb nd\u00ebrgjegj\u00ebsuar veten se me at\u00eb njeri mashtrues nuk mund t\u00eb jetoja asnj\u00eb moment.
\nAt\u00eb nat\u00eb, mbasi i treguam provat, Fatmiri u ul n\u00eb gjunj\u00eb para k\u00ebmb\u00ebve t\u00eb mia duke m\u00eb k\u00ebrkuar falje, por nj\u00eb njeri q\u00eb t\u00eb tradhton nj\u00ebher\u00eb, nuk e ka p\u00ebr gj\u00eb q\u00eb ta b\u00ebj\u00eb prap\u00eb, k\u00ebshtu q\u00eb un\u00eb, m\u00eb mir\u00eb zgjodha t\u00eb jetoj vet\u00ebm dhe me f\u00ebmij\u00ebt, sesa t\u2019i sh\u00ebrbej nj\u00eb njeriu mashtrues dhe tradhtar. Tradhtin\u00eb e tij ai po e paguan. Jo vet\u00ebm mua, q\u00eb nuk mund t\u00eb m\u00eb ket\u00eb m\u00eb n\u00eb krah, por tashm\u00eb ai nuk ka as f\u00ebmij\u00ebt e tij. Ata e kan\u00eb mohuar baban\u00eb e tyre p\u00ebr at\u00eb veprim t\u00eb ul\u00ebt dhe ordiner q\u00eb ai kishte b\u00ebr\u00eb prapa kurrizit ton\u00eb. Ja, pra, kjo \u00ebsht\u00eb historia ime, q\u00eb nuk do t’ia uroja askujt. Tashm\u00eb e kam kuptuar se \u00ebsht\u00eb m\u00eb mir\u00eb t\u00eb jetosh vet\u00ebm dhe me nder sesa t\u00eb t\u00eb posht\u00ebrojn\u00eb n\u00eb at\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00eb. Prandaj, mikesha t\u00eb dashura, ju thash\u00eb edhe me lart se n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb mosh\u00eb burrat kalojn\u00eb v\u00ebrtet adoleshenc\u00ebn e dyt\u00eb, prandaj ju mundohuni t\u00eb jeni vigjilente, q\u00eb t\u00eb mos e p\u00ebsoni k\u00ebshtu si un\u00eb.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
P\u00ebrsh\u00ebndetje miq! Gjithmon\u00eb i lexoj historit\u00eb nga jeta pik\u00ebrisht n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb gazet\u00eb, por kurr\u00eb nuk e kisha menduar se edhe un\u00eb nj\u00eb dit\u00eb do t\u00eb b\u00ebhesha pjes\u00eb e k\u00ebsaj gazete. Historia ime \u00ebsht\u00eb sa komike, po aq edhe dramatike nj\u00ebkoh\u00ebsisht. Kam nj\u00ebzet e pes\u00eb vite martuar, por q\u00eb lidhja jon\u00eb do t\u00eb p\u00ebrfundonte n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[94],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10666","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-histori-nga-jeta"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10666","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/5"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=10666"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10666\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10666"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10666"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10666"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}