Un\u00eb q\u00eb po ju shkruaj, jam Beni. \u00cbsht\u00eb hera e par\u00eb q\u00eb e b\u00ebj publike historin\u00eb time, prandaj ju k\u00ebrkoj ndjes\u00eb n\u00ebse nuk jam n\u00eb lart\u00ebsin\u00eb e duhur n\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00ebn e t\u00eb shkruarit apo t\u00eb treguarit t\u00eb historis\u00eb. Q\u00ebllimi im \u00ebsht\u00eb t\u00eb ndaj me dik\u00eb m\u00ebkatin q\u00eb kam b\u00ebr\u00eb dhe shpresoj q\u00eb kjo gj\u00eb t\u00eb ma leht\u00ebsoj\u00eb sadopak k\u00ebt\u00eb breng\u00eb q\u00eb po p\u00ebrjetoj. Un\u00eb jam nga nj\u00eb qytet i jugut t\u00eb Shqip\u00ebris\u00eb dhe jam rritur n\u00eb nj\u00eb familje me shum\u00eb kultur\u00eb. Prind\u00ebrit i kam patur t\u00eb dy intelektual\u00eb dhe m\u2019i kan\u00eb m\u00ebsuar shum\u00eb mir\u00eb vlerat morale q\u00eb duhet t\u00eb ket\u00eb nj\u00eb person. Jua them k\u00ebt\u00eb sepse nuk dua q\u00eb ju t\u00eb krijoni mendimin se un\u00eb jam nj\u00eb djal\u00eb me nivel t\u00eb ul\u00ebt dhe rruga\u00e7, por jeta t\u00eb sjell shum\u00eb t\u00eb papritura dhe ti zgjedh rrug\u00ebn m\u00eb t\u00eb shkurt\u00ebr p\u00ebr t\u00eb arritur atje ku do. Ashtu si shum\u00eb t\u00eb tjer\u00eb, edhe un\u00eb n\u00eb qytetin tim isha i papun\u00eb. Edhe pse isha 30 vje\u00e7, jetoja akoma me t\u00eb ardhurat e prind\u00ebrve t\u00eb mi. Nj\u00eb shoku im i ngusht\u00eb e kishte zgjidhur rrug\u00ebn e jet\u00ebs s\u00eb tij duke u martuar n\u00eb Belgjik\u00eb, me nj\u00eb grua m\u00eb t\u00eb madhe n\u00eb mosh\u00eb vet\u00ebm p\u00ebr t\u00eb b\u00ebr\u00eb dokumentet. K\u00ebt\u00eb gj\u00eb e kishte rregulluar motra e tij, e cila jetonte n\u00eb at\u00eb shtet prej pes\u00ebmb\u00ebdhjet\u00eb vjet\u00ebsh me familjen e saj. P\u00ebr t\u2019i r\u00ebn\u00eb shkurt, ai u martua me at\u00eb grua dhe siguroi jet\u00ebn e tij, u b\u00eb me dokumente dhe me t\u00eb drejt\u00eb pune n\u00eb at\u00eb shtet. Mbas ndarjes me gruan, me t\u00eb cil\u00ebn ai p\u00ebrfitoi shum\u00eb gj\u00ebra, ai m\u00eb propozoi q\u00eb un\u00eb t\u00eb shkoja t\u00eb jetoja me t\u00eb n\u00eb Belgjik\u00eb, me mendimin se mos gjeja edhe un\u00eb ndonj\u00eb rast si ai dhe rregullohesha me dokumente. Ishte muaj n\u00ebntor dhe n\u00eb Bruksel, aty ku jetonte shoku im, organizoheshin ceremoni festive midis shqiptar\u00ebsh me rastin e shpalljes s\u00eb pavar\u00ebsis\u00eb. Aty ka filluar edhe historia ime.<\/p>\n
N\u00eb koh\u00ebn kur ishim duke marshuar me flamuj n\u00eb duar, pash\u00eb nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb q\u00eb binte shum\u00eb n\u00eb sy. Ajo kishte dal\u00eb me shoqet e saj p\u00ebr t\u00eb festuar, ashtu si edhe un\u00eb me shokun tim. Syt\u00eb m\u00eb ngel\u00ebn tek ajo, sepse ndryshe nga shoqet e saj ishte shum\u00eb e sh\u00ebndosh\u00eb, por kjo nuk do t\u00eb thot\u00eb q\u00eb nuk ishte e bukur, p\u00ebrkundrazi, nga sh\u00ebndeti i tep\u00ebrt q\u00eb kishte, fytyra e saj ngjante si nj\u00eb bebe q\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb e sh\u00ebndetshme dhe q\u00eb ty t\u00eb p\u00eblqen ta prek\u00ebsh nga faqet. Mua m\u00eb b\u00ebri shum\u00eb p\u00ebrshtypje dhe nuk po ia ndaja syt\u00eb. Ajo qeshte me shoqet e saj dhe kjo e b\u00ebnte akoma m\u00eb t\u00ebrheq\u00ebse n\u00eb syt\u00eb e mi. Doja t\u00eb b\u00ebja nj\u00eb veprim a nj\u00eb gjest q\u00eb ajo t\u00eb pakt\u00ebn t\u00eb m\u00eb shikonte dhe un\u00eb t\u00eb kisha mund\u00ebsi t\u2019i flisja. Duke ecur paralel me to, b\u00ebra sikur m\u00eb ra paketa e cigareve af\u00ebr k\u00ebmb\u00ebve t\u00eb saj dhe u p\u00ebrkula q\u00eb ta merrja. Ajo, e trembur, b\u00ebri nj\u00eb hap mbrapa. Un\u00eb i k\u00ebrkova t\u00eb falur dhe ajo buz\u00ebqeshi. Nj\u00ebra prej shoqeve e t\u00ebrhoqi nga krahu dhe vazhduan t\u00eb ecnin. Ajo di\u00e7ka i p\u00ebshp\u00ebriti n\u00eb vesh dhe ajo ktheu kok\u00ebn. Syt\u00eb tan\u00eb u ndesh\u00ebn me nj\u00ebri-tjetrin dhe t\u00eb dy buz\u00ebqesh\u00ebm. Shoku im e kuptoi q\u00ebllimin tim dhe m\u00eb tha:<\/p>\n
– Shpresojm\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00eb jet\u00eb me dokumente dhe jo ndonj\u00eb si puna jote, q\u00eb ka ardhur p\u00ebr t\u00eb gjuajtur.<\/p>\n
Un\u00eb vura buz\u00ebn n\u00eb gaz, por me th\u00ebn\u00eb t\u00eb drejt\u00ebn, nuk e kisha mendjen tek ai q\u00ebllim q\u00eb mendoi shoku. Thjesht ajo m\u00eb p\u00eblqeu, por nuk e di p\u00ebr \u00e7far\u00eb. Mbas asaj dite, fytyra e saj si e nj\u00eb bebeje m\u00eb mbeti n\u00eb mendje, por un\u00eb nuk kisha m\u00eb mund\u00ebsi as ta takoja dhe as ta shikoja. At\u00ebher\u00eb shokut tim i lindi nj\u00eb mendim:<\/p>\n
– Do hapim faqen e Facebook-ut t\u00eb organizatorit t\u00eb fest\u00ebs dhe do t\u00eb shikojm\u00eb te miqt\u00eb t\u00eb tij, n\u00ebse \u00ebsht\u00eb edhe ajo aty.<\/p>\n
Ashtu b\u00ebm\u00eb. Aty kishte fansa t\u00eb pafund ndaj na u desh t\u00eb shikonim me shum\u00eb kujdes. N\u00eb nj\u00eb moment, e gjet\u00ebm. Zemra sa nuk m\u00eb plasi nga g\u00ebzimi. Nga t\u00eb dh\u00ebnat e saj kuptuam se ajo ishte shqiptare nga Maqedonia. P\u00ebr momentin, vet\u00ebm kaq dinim p\u00ebr t\u00eb. Shoku vazhdonte me fjal\u00ebt e tij thumbuese:<\/p>\n
– E r\u00ebnd\u00ebsishme \u00ebsht\u00eb t\u00eb jet\u00eb me dokumente, t\u00eb tjerat nuk kan\u00eb shum\u00eb r\u00ebnd\u00ebsi.<\/p>\n
Un\u00eb p\u00ebrs\u00ebri qesha, edhe pse kjo puna e dokumenteve filloi t\u00eb m\u00eb bezdiste pak. Pa humbur koh\u00eb i shkrova di\u00e7ka n\u00eb gjuh\u00ebn shqipe, me mendimin se edhe ajo duhet t\u00eb dinte shqip. I thash\u00eb: \u201cT\u00eb k\u00ebrkova n\u00eb qiell, por t\u00eb gjeta n\u00eb tok\u00eb\u201d.<\/p>\n
Prita t\u00eb merrja ndonj\u00eb reagim nga ajo, po asgj\u00eb. At\u00ebher\u00eb shoku tha se ajo me siguri nuk dinte shqip dhe t\u00eb nj\u00ebjtin mesazh ia d\u00ebrguam n\u00eb fr\u00ebngjisht. U b\u00ebra i fiksuar mbas Facebook-ut me mendimin se ajo do t\u00eb m\u00eb shkruante. Ma mori mendja se ajo nuk donte t\u00eb p\u00ebrgjigjej p\u00ebr faktin se un\u00eb isha shqiptar (e dini ju se \u00e7far\u00eb nami kemi ne n\u00eb Evrop\u00eb). At\u00ebher\u00eb fillova t\u2019i shkruaja asaj \u00e7do gj\u00eb p\u00ebr veten time, q\u00eb nga f\u00ebmij\u00ebria dhe deri n\u00eb dit\u00ebn e sotme. Isha aq i sinqert\u00eb p\u00ebr ato q\u00eb shkruaja saq\u00eb i tregova edhe arsyen e vajtjes sime n\u00eb Belgjik\u00eb. I shkrova se me t\u00eb isha v\u00ebrtet i sinqert\u00eb dhe n\u00eb momentin q\u00eb e pash\u00eb, imazhi i saj m\u00eb ngeli n\u00eb mendje. K\u00ebto dhe shum\u00eb t\u00eb tjera si k\u00ebto, i shkruaja pa fund, por asnj\u00eb p\u00ebrgjigje nuk mora. N\u00eb nj\u00eb pik\u00eb m\u2019u duk vetja si budalla dhe sikur po flisja me veten time, p\u00ebrderisa ajo nuk po m\u00eb kthente asnj\u00eb p\u00ebrgjigje. At\u00ebher\u00eb ndalova dhe nuk po i shkrova m\u00eb, mir\u00ebpo kjo ndales\u00eb e krijoj\u00eb efektin q\u00eb un\u00eb doja. Ajo ishte m\u00ebsuar me mesazhet e mia dhe nuk e shikonte dot jet\u00ebn pa ato. Kjo b\u00ebri q\u00eb edhe ajo t\u00eb reagonte duke m\u00eb shkruar se shum\u00eb shpejt isha dor\u00ebzuar. N\u00eb fakt, ajo kishte nj\u00eb p\u00ebrzierje t\u00eb gjuh\u00ebs kosovare me fr\u00ebngjishten sepse kishte lindur n\u00eb Belgjik\u00eb dhe un\u00eb mezi e kuptoja m\u00ebnyr\u00ebn se si ajo shkruante, por thelbi ishte se ajo kishte filluar q\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00eb p\u00eblqente dhe mbas shum\u00eb bisedash e lutjesh t\u00eb mia, vendosi t\u00eb m\u00eb takonte. Q\u00eb t\u00eb jem i sinqert\u00eb me ju, at\u00eb takim e kisha menduar pak ndryshe. Fytyra e saj engj\u00ebllore si e nj\u00eb bebeje, n\u00eb bised\u00ebn me t\u00eb, sikur filloi t\u00eb venitej n\u00eb mendjen time. N\u00eb at\u00eb takim ajo m\u2019u duk si nj\u00eb p\u00ebrzierje e femr\u00ebs me mashkull dhe m\u2019u frenua paksa ai entuziazmi i madh q\u00eb kisha p\u00ebr ta takuar. At\u00ebher\u00eb e mblodha veten dhe i thash\u00eb:<\/p>\n
– Un\u00eb thuajse ta kam treguar gjith\u00eb jet\u00ebn time, edhe q\u00ebllimin pse jam k\u00ebtu. Dua q\u00eb edhe ti t\u00eb m\u00eb flas\u00ebsh p\u00ebr jet\u00ebn t\u00ebnde, njer\u00ebzit e tu dhe planet q\u00eb ke.<\/p>\n
At\u00ebher\u00eb ajo filloi t\u00eb fliste me nj\u00eb z\u00eb t\u00eb trash\u00eb q\u00eb gjithnj\u00eb e m\u00eb shum\u00eb ma hiqte d\u00ebshir\u00ebn p\u00ebr ta patur n\u00eb krah\u00ebt e mi. M\u00eb tregoi se ishte nj\u00ebzet\u00eb e shtat\u00eb vje\u00e7e, m\u00eb tha se baban\u00eb e kishte shum\u00eb fanatik dhe se besonin shum\u00eb n\u00eb fen\u00eb myslimane. Ishte vajz\u00eb e vetme. M\u00eb tha shum\u00eb gj\u00ebra n\u00eb at\u00eb takim sepse vet\u00ebm ajo foli, por me th\u00ebn\u00eb t\u00eb drejt\u00ebn shum\u00eb pak kuptova. Megjithat\u00eb, dy fjal\u00eb ia thash\u00eb:<\/p>\n
– Un\u00eb i kam q\u00ebllimet serioze dhe dua t\u00eb martohem me ty. Thuaju edhe prind\u00ebrve dhe un\u00eb bashk\u00eb me prind\u00ebrit e mi vij dhe t\u00eb k\u00ebrkoj dor\u00ebn n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi.<\/p>\n
Pak a shum\u00eb, k\u00ebto ishin gj\u00ebrat kryesore q\u00eb fol\u00ebm n\u00eb at\u00eb takim. Un\u00eb i tregova shokut mendimet e mia p\u00ebr at\u00eb dhe ai m\u00eb tha:<\/p>\n
– Mos e vrit mendjen, se p\u00ebr dokumente mir\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb. Pastaj, b\u00ebj si b\u00ebjn\u00eb t\u00eb tjer\u00ebt.<\/p>\n
Nga fjal\u00ebt e tij m\u00eb erdhi edhe mir\u00eb, por edhe keq, se m\u00eb vinte gjynah q\u00eb un\u00eb t\u00eb martohesha me t\u00eb vet\u00ebm p\u00ebr interesat e mia. Nejse, m\u00eb e keqja do vinte mbas asaj bisede q\u00eb ne b\u00ebm\u00eb. Ajo filloi t\u00eb m\u00eb shkruante shum\u00eb n\u00eb Facebook dhe un\u00eb gjithashtu. Filluam t\u00eb dilnim bashk\u00eb, por shum\u00eb rrall\u00eb dhe mbas gjasht\u00eb muaj njohjeje, un\u00eb i thash\u00eb se do t\u00eb shkoja t\u2019i k\u00ebrkoja dor\u00ebn n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi. Ajo kishte biseduar me prind\u00ebrit e saj dhe i ati (ashtu si\u00e7 un\u00eb e prisja) n\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00eb kategorike nuk donte q\u00eb un\u00eb t\u00eb isha dh\u00ebndrri i tij. Kjo, vet\u00ebm nga nami i keq q\u00eb kemi ne. Duke e njohur dhe vajz\u00ebn e tij q\u00eb ishte shum\u00eb e sh\u00ebndosh\u00eb, ai gjithnj\u00eb e m\u00eb shum\u00eb krijonte p\u00ebrshtypjen se un\u00eb e doja p\u00ebr dokumente. At\u00ebher\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u2019i mbushur mendjen atij, ua preva bilet\u00ebn prind\u00ebrve t\u00eb mi dhe s\u00eb bashku shkuam n\u00eb sht\u00ebpin\u00eb e tyre p\u00ebr t\u00eb k\u00ebrkuar dor\u00ebn e vajz\u00ebs. Edhe pse prind\u00ebrit e mi k\u00ebmb\u00ebngul\u00ebn, ai p\u00ebrs\u00ebri nuk pranoi. Ne ik\u00ebm t\u00eb zhg\u00ebnjyer, por m\u00eb shum\u00eb prind\u00ebrit, q\u00eb b\u00ebn\u00eb nj\u00eb rrug\u00eb t\u00eb larg\u00ebt dhe me harxhime. Un\u00eb, meq\u00eb iu futa k\u00ebsaj pune, doja q\u00eb ta \u00e7oja deri n\u00eb fund dhe p\u00ebrs\u00ebri k\u00ebmb\u00ebngul\u00ebm q\u00eb t\u2019i mbushej mendja babait t\u00eb vajz\u00ebs. Ata, ngaq\u00eb ishin shum\u00eb fanatik\u00eb p\u00ebr femrat, filluan t\u00eb mos e linin m\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00eb dilte nga sht\u00ebpia. Ajo nga ana tjet\u00ebr m\u00eb lutej n\u00eb Facebook t\u00eb b\u00ebja di\u00e7ka q\u00eb t\u00eb bashkoheshim, sepse ajo kishte r\u00ebn\u00eb kok\u00eb e k\u00ebmb\u00eb n\u00eb dashuri me mua. Mbas pes\u00eb muajsh u k\u00ebrkova p\u00ebrs\u00ebri prind\u00ebrve t\u00eb mi q\u00eb t\u00eb vinin dhe ashtu b\u00ebn\u00eb, sepse ata donin q\u00eb edhe un\u00eb t\u00eb rregullohesha, ngaq\u00eb mosha po m\u00eb kalonte. Edhe her\u00ebn e dyt\u00eb t\u00eb nj\u00ebjt\u00ebn p\u00ebrgjigje mor\u00ebm dhe babi im u m\u00ebrzit aq shum\u00eb saq\u00eb tha: \u201cMos na thirr m\u00eb p\u00ebr k\u00ebt\u00eb rast\u201d. Mbas k\u00ebsaj here un\u00eb shkova p\u00ebrs\u00ebri n\u00eb sht\u00ebpin\u00eb e saj edhe kat\u00ebr her\u00eb t\u00eb tjera p\u00ebr t\u00eb takuar t\u00eb atin e vajz\u00ebs. Ai p\u00ebrs\u00ebri vazhdonte me t\u00eb tij\u00ebn, duke m\u00eb th\u00ebn\u00eb se \u201cs\u2019kam vajz\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u2019u tallur ti, p\u00ebr ta mbajtur aq sa t\u00eb intereson ty dhe t\u00eb ma l\u00ebsh vajz\u00ebn n\u00eb der\u00eb\u201d.<\/p>\n
T’ju them t\u00eb drejt\u00ebn, kam qen\u00eb aq i duruar sa nuk ka djal\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00eb duroj\u00eb aq shum\u00eb dhe p\u00ebr \u00e7far\u00eb? Po e b\u00ebnin vajz\u00ebn sikur e kishin bebe dhe nuk merrte vesh nga jeta. Aty m\u2019u sos durimi, madje edhe kur ika, dor\u00ebn nuk ua dhash\u00eb, por i k\u00ebputa nj\u00eb t\u00eb k\u00ebrcitur der\u00ebs dhe ika. At\u00ebher\u00eb vajza kishte filluar t\u00eb qante dhe i kishte k\u00ebrc\u00ebnuar se do vriste veten n\u00ebse nuk e linin t\u00eb martohej me mua. I ati i saj i kishte k\u00ebrkuar q\u00eb un\u00eb t\u00eb shkoja p\u00ebrs\u00ebri n\u00eb sht\u00ebpin\u00eb e saj me prind\u00ebrit e mi, por k\u00ebt\u00eb her\u00eb m\u00eb kishte sosur mua durimi dhe as q\u00eb e \u00e7oja n\u00eb mendje t\u2019i mundoja m\u00eb prind\u00ebrit e mi. Dhe p\u00ebr \u00e7far\u00eb?! T\u00eb ishte ndonj\u00eb fem\u00ebr q\u00eb ia vlente, hallall…<\/p>\n
Ajo po k\u00ebrkonte t\u00eb m\u00eb takonte me \u00e7do kusht dhe un\u00eb pranova. I dhash\u00eb adres\u00ebn e sht\u00ebpis\u00eb s\u00eb shokut ku un\u00eb jetoja dhe ajo erdhi aty. Ishim t\u00eb dy vet\u00ebm. Sa hapa der\u00ebn, m\u2019u hodh n\u00eb qaf\u00eb dhe thash\u00eb se m\u00eb mbyti. Gjoksi i saj i madh ishte ngjitur mbas trupit tim dhe duart e saj m\u00eb kishin rrethuar nga qafa saq\u00eb nuk po mund t\u00eb shk\u00ebputesha dot. At\u00ebher\u00eb, si mashkull q\u00eb jam, fillova edhe un\u00eb t\u00eb p\u00ebrfitoja nga rasti duke e puthur n\u00eb faqe, n\u00eb buz\u00eb, duke u ulur m\u00eb posht\u00eb n\u00eb gush\u00ebn e saj t\u00eb bardh\u00eb prej d\u00ebbore. Aty edhe ajo s\u2019po duronte dot m\u00eb dhe filloi t\u2019i hiqte vet\u00eb rrobat nj\u00eb e nga nj\u00eb. Edhe un\u00eb po hiqja rrobat e mia dhe t\u00eb dy u p\u00ebrhumb\u00ebn n\u00eb krah\u00ebt e nj\u00ebri-tjetrit duke mos menduar m\u00eb p\u00ebr pasojat. T\u2019ju them t\u00eb drejt\u00ebn, n\u00eb ato momente nuk e kisha m\u00eb ndjenj\u00ebn e nj\u00eb dashurie q\u00eb ka nj\u00eb mashkull p\u00ebr nj\u00eb fem\u00ebr, por ndjenj\u00ebn e inatit q\u00eb familja e saj kishte lozur me mua, ndaj m\u00eb erdhi rasti n\u00eb dor\u00eb dhe e shfryt\u00ebzova at\u00eb vajz\u00eb deri n\u00eb maksimum, duke u hequr i dashuruar me t\u00eb dhe duke e \u00e7nderuar. Kuptohet, p\u00ebr t\u00eb un\u00eb isha mashkulli i par\u00eb dhe ajo nga ai moment, mendoi se kishte kapur qiellin me dor\u00eb, por nervat e mia ishin lodhur aq shum\u00eb saq\u00eb mbas atij momenti t\u00eb zjarrt\u00eb q\u00eb kalova me t\u00eb, i dhash\u00eb fund asaj historie. Vet\u00ebm nj\u00eb mesazh t\u00eb fundit i shkrova n\u00eb Facebook:<\/p>\n
\u201cM\u00eb vjen keq q\u00eb historia jon\u00eb u mbyll n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00eb, ama fajtori nuk jam un\u00eb po babai juaj. Un\u00eb sot po kthehem n\u00eb vendlindje me nj\u00eb barr\u00eb t\u00eb r\u00ebnd\u00eb n\u00eb shpirt, me barr\u00ebn e m\u00ebkatit kundrejt nj\u00eb vajze t\u00eb ndershme. Edhe pse nuk ishte ky q\u00ebllimi im, rrethanat dhe kushtet q\u00eb ju m\u00eb caktuat m\u00eb \u00e7uan t\u00eb b\u00ebja nj\u00eb veprim t\u00eb pad\u00ebshiruar p\u00ebr moralin tim\u201d.<\/p>\n
Mbas k\u00ebsaj historie un\u00eb u ktheva n\u00eb Shqip\u00ebri, me breng\u00ebn e fajit q\u00eb vet\u00ebm nj\u00eb djal\u00eb q\u00eb i kan\u00eb thyer krenarin\u00eb e kupton. Tashm\u00eb, n\u00eb shpirtin tim r\u00ebndon nj\u00eb breng\u00eb e madhe, m\u00ebkati q\u00eb b\u00ebra me nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb t\u00eb pafajshme, q\u00eb sot nuk e di se si i ka shkuar fati.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Un\u00eb q\u00eb po ju shkruaj, jam Beni. \u00cbsht\u00eb hera e par\u00eb q\u00eb e b\u00ebj publike historin\u00eb time, prandaj ju k\u00ebrkoj ndjes\u00eb n\u00ebse nuk jam n\u00eb lart\u00ebsin\u00eb e duhur n\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00ebn e t\u00eb shkruarit apo t\u00eb treguarit t\u00eb historis\u00eb. Q\u00ebllimi im \u00ebsht\u00eb t\u00eb ndaj me dik\u00eb m\u00ebkatin q\u00eb kam b\u00ebr\u00eb dhe shpresoj q\u00eb kjo gj\u00eb t\u00eb […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[95],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-11977","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-rrefime-mekatesh"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11977","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=11977"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11977\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=11977"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=11977"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=11977"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}