Lexues dhe botues t\u00eb gazet\u00ebs! Po ju tregoj historin\u00eb e divorcit tim, jo p\u00ebr t\u00eb faj\u00ebsuar time mot\u00ebr, por p\u00ebr t\u00eb shprehur dhimbjen time q\u00eb s\u2019mundem t\u2019ia them askujt. M\u00eb duket sikur zemra do m\u00eb plas\u00eb p\u00ebr gabimet e nj\u00ebpasnj\u00ebshme q\u00eb b\u00ebra p\u00ebr t\u00eb mbrojtur time mot\u00ebr.
\nJam tridhjet\u00eb e pes\u00eb vje\u00e7e dhe kam lindur n\u00eb nj\u00eb fshat n\u00eb Shqip\u00ebrin\u00eb e Mesme. Ne jemi tri vajza e dy djem n\u00eb familjen e prind\u00ebrve. Jemi rritur n\u00eb pik\u00eb t\u00eb hallit, sa me buk\u00eb e sa pa buk\u00eb sepse punonte vet\u00ebm babai im. Mamaja ime ka punuar ar\u00ebn gjith\u00eb koh\u00ebn me shpres\u00ebn q\u00eb t\u00eb pakt\u00ebn perimet q\u00eb mund t\u00eb b\u00ebhen n\u00eb tok\u00ebn ton\u00eb, t\u00eb mos na mungonin. \u00cbsht\u00eb rob\u00ebtuar sa n\u00eb ara, sa p\u00ebr t\u00eb mbajtur edhe lop\u00eb e dele q\u00eb t\u00eb mos na mungonte qum\u00ebshti e t\u00eb shiste qengjat p\u00ebr t\u00eb na bler\u00eb rroba. E \u00e7\u2019t\u2019ju them si pun\u00ebt e fshatit?! Nj\u00eb grua pun\u00ebtore duhet t\u2019i filloj\u00eb pun\u00ebt n\u00eb pes\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00ebngjesit e t\u00eb ulet vet\u00ebm kur err\u00ebsohet e nuk sheh m\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00eb punoj\u00eb jasht\u00eb sht\u00ebpis\u00eb. Pasi bie nata, ajo fillon me pun\u00ebt e sht\u00ebpis\u00eb, duke gatuar, lar\u00eb e nd\u00ebrruar, qepur e pastruar pes\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00eb. Pra n\u00ebna ime e t\u00eb tjerat q\u00eb kan\u00eb jetuar n\u00eb kushtet e saj, jan\u00eb heroina. Por n\u00ebna ime nuk ka patur vet\u00ebm problemin e skamjes e t\u00eb varf\u00ebris\u00eb, por edhe xhelozin\u00eb e babait tim. Xhelozia e tij na la prapa. N\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb koh\u00eb ku \u00e7do fush\u00eb e jet\u00ebs ec\u00ebn me shpejt\u00ebsin\u00eb e drit\u00ebs, ai na linte mbyllur se k\u00ebshtu e donte zakoni. Motra e madhe dhe un\u00eb, dy f\u00ebmij\u00ebt e par\u00eb, iu b\u00ebm\u00eb krah n\u00ebn\u00ebs n\u00eb pun\u00ebt e sht\u00ebpis\u00eb. Pasi u rrit\u00ebm, nuk e lam\u00eb t\u00eb lante rroba m\u00eb me dor\u00eb, se p\u00ebr lavatri\u00e7e, nuk b\u00ebhej fjal\u00eb. E kemi ndihmuar t\u00eb punoj\u00eb, mbjell\u00eb e korr\u00eb tok\u00ebn q\u00eb kemi af\u00ebr sht\u00ebpis\u00eb, se n\u00eb tok\u00ebn tjet\u00ebr q\u00eb kemi n\u00eb fund t\u00eb fshatit, nuk na linte babai q\u00eb t\u00eb shkonim.
\n– Vajzat nuk dalin nga rrethimi i oborrit, – thoshte ai, por edhe vet\u00eb nuk i ndihmonte mamas\u00eb. Sigurisht, mamaja e pashkoll\u00eb dhe e trembur p\u00ebr vdekje nga xhelozia e fanatizmi i tij, na kish m\u00ebsuar q\u00eb t\u2019i bindeshim.
\n– Ndihma m\u00eb e madhe nga ju \u00ebsht\u00eb t\u00eb b\u00ebheni vajza t\u00eb mira. M\u00eb ndihmoni sa t\u00eb mundeni me pun\u00ebt brenda sht\u00ebpis\u00eb dhe mua m\u00eb mjafton kaq, – thoshte ajo, kur babai zinte e b\u00ebrtiste se pse kishim dal\u00eb t\u00eb punonim me n\u00ebn\u00ebn. Pas nesh, u rrit\u00ebn edhe t\u00eb dy v\u00ebllez\u00ebrit dhe ata, edhe pse e kan\u00eb nga nj\u00eb dell si t\u00eb babait, prap\u00eb ndiejn\u00eb pak dhimbje p\u00ebr n\u00ebn\u00ebn. Kur motra e madhe mbushi nj\u00ebzet e dy vje\u00e7e, u martua me nj\u00eb djal\u00eb nga veriu, por q\u00eb jetonte n\u00eb Tiran\u00eb. Sigurisht, martesa ishte me shkuesi, se kush do t\u00eb na njihte neve pa dal\u00eb asnj\u00ebher\u00eb?! Ai rastisi djal\u00eb i mir\u00eb dhe pasi u martua, k\u00ebmb\u00ebnguli q\u00eb motra t\u00eb vazhdonte shkoll\u00ebn e mesme me korrespondenc\u00eb. Motra e mbaroi shkoll\u00ebn e mesme edhe pse u b\u00eb me dy f\u00ebmij\u00eb.
\nUn\u00eb u martova dy vite pas motr\u00ebs, n\u00eb nj\u00eb fshat n\u00eb veri. Isha kunat\u00eb me vajz\u00ebn e tezes dhe kisha at\u00eb shkuese. Babai im u b\u00eb me flatra q\u00eb na hoqi nga dera. Djemt\u00eb s\u2019i kishte problem se \u201cata djem jan\u00eb\u201d, thoshte gjithmon\u00eb. Motra e vog\u00ebl na doli m\u00eb k\u00ebmb\u00ebngul\u00ebsja nd\u00ebr ne p\u00ebr t\u00eb fituar territor te babai.
\nUn\u00eb, pasi u martova, kam jetuar n\u00eb Itali sepse atje punonte burri im. Isha e lumtur me burrin tim. Ai nuk ishte fanatik si babai. Pastaj, ai e shihte se sa e ndrojtur isha dhe u p\u00ebrpoq t\u00eb m\u00eb sillte n\u00eb terezi e t\u00eb m\u00eb b\u00ebnte t\u00eb ndihesha e barabart\u00eb me grat\u00eb e tjera. Kam punuar n\u00eb Verona, sigurisht, si pastruese n\u00eb tri sht\u00ebpi. Ishin tri zonja t\u00eb moshuara q\u00eb i kishin f\u00ebmij\u00ebt larg e un\u00eb pastroja e gatuaja p\u00ebr to. I kisha pothuajse komshie. Edhe n\u00eb koh\u00ebn q\u00eb isha shtatz\u00ebn\u00eb kam punuar te tri sht\u00ebpit\u00eb se nuk doja t\u00eb lija pun\u00ebn. Shyqyr Zotit kam patur shtatzani t\u00eb mbar\u00eb. Pasi linda, e merrja vajz\u00ebn me vete dhe zonjat italiane k\u00ebnaqeshin me vajz\u00ebn, nd\u00ebrkoh\u00eb q\u00eb un\u00eb pastroja. Pes\u00eb vitet e para t\u00eb martes\u00ebs kam jetuar si n\u00eb parajs\u00eb me nj\u00eb burr\u00eb q\u00eb m\u00eb adhuronte, tri plaka zonja q\u00eb m\u00eb donin sikur t\u00eb m\u00eb kishin vajz\u00ebn e tyre dhe nj\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00eb si engj\u00ebll, q\u00eb nuk s\u00ebmurej asnj\u00ebher\u00eb.
\nThash\u00eb m\u00eb lart q\u00eb mbas meje kisha dy v\u00ebllez\u00ebr e nj\u00eb mot\u00ebr. Dy v\u00ebllez\u00ebrit nuk kishin lidhje me shkoll\u00ebn. I madhi erdhi n\u00eb Itali me pasaport\u00eb fallco, por nuk erdhi t\u00eb jetonte tek un\u00eb; shkoi te nj\u00eb shok i tiji. Atje nuk kisha si ta ndihmoja e as ta kontrolloja. Shoku i tij na kish rastisur djal\u00eb jo i mir\u00eb, megjith\u00ebse babai b\u00ebnte sikur nuk e dinte. V\u00ebllai, pasi \u201cpunoi\u201d nj\u00eb vit, ra n\u00eb burg. U d\u00ebnua me kat\u00ebr vite heqje t\u00eb liris\u00eb. Kjo ishte goditja e par\u00eb e v\u00ebrtet\u00eb p\u00ebr n\u00ebn\u00ebn time. Babai vazhdonte me budallall\u00ebkun e maleve \u201cburgu p\u00ebr burra \u00ebsht\u00eb\u201d dhe b\u00ebnte sikur nuk ishte asgj\u00eb. V\u00ebllai i dyt\u00eb ishte kopja e babait p\u00ebr nga xhelozia dhe ruante n\u00ebn\u00ebn e motr\u00ebn gjith\u00eb koh\u00ebn. Motra fatmir\u00ebsisht shkoi n\u00eb shkoll\u00eb t\u00eb mesme dhe me k\u00ebmb\u00ebnguljen e madhe t\u00eb n\u00ebn\u00ebs, motr\u00ebs dhe timen, m\u00ebsoi dhe konkurroi p\u00ebr n\u00eb shkoll\u00eb t\u00eb lart\u00eb. Fitoi nj\u00eb shkoll\u00eb n\u00eb Universitetin Bujq\u00ebsor t\u00eb Kamz\u00ebs.
\nKur shkoi ajo n\u00eb shkoll\u00eb, jam lumturuar sikur po shkoja vet\u00eb. N\u00eb fakt, po realizonte \u00ebndrr\u00ebn time e t\u00eb motr\u00ebs, por dihet, kur shkoll\u00ebn e mesme e mori vet\u00ebm duke e shtyr\u00eb ne, si do ta merrte shkoll\u00ebn e lart\u00eb?! Ajo mbeti q\u00eb n\u00eb vitin e par\u00eb. T\u00eb kthehej n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi si mbet\u00ebse nuk donte as babai, k\u00ebshtu q\u00eb e futi n\u00eb shkoll\u00eb n\u00eb Fakultetin e Gjuh\u00eb-Let\u00ebrsis\u00eb me shpres\u00ebn se do vinte mend e do m\u00ebsonte. Po nuk mbetet hak e borxh pa u paguar n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb bot\u00eb. Babai im po e paguante borxhin q\u00eb kishte ndaj meje e motr\u00ebs s\u00eb madhe me trurin bosh t\u00eb motr\u00ebs.
\nMeqen\u00ebse jetoja n\u00eb Itali, kam qen\u00eb n\u00eb gjendje t\u00eb mir\u00eb ekonomike, k\u00ebshtu q\u00eb kam patur mund\u00ebsi q\u00eb t\u2019i d\u00ebrgoj her\u00eb pas here para motr\u00ebs s\u00eb vog\u00ebl me shpres\u00ebn q\u00eb do m\u00ebsoj\u00eb e t\u00eb justifikoj\u00eb q\u00ebndrimin n\u00eb Tiran\u00eb. Sa her\u00eb flisja n\u00eb telefon me t\u00eb, i thosha:
\n– Un\u00eb Tiran\u00ebn e kam par\u00eb dy her\u00eb q\u00eb kam qen\u00eb t\u00eb tezja. Edhe at\u00ebher\u00eb babi m\u00eb ka dh\u00ebn\u00eb leje vet\u00ebm nj\u00eb her\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00eb shkoja n\u00eb treg me tezen, k\u00ebshtu q\u00eb duhet ta dish q\u00eb je me fat. M\u00ebso e b\u00ebhu e zonja q\u00eb t\u00eb kesh mund\u00ebsi t\u00eb punosh e jetosh atje, t\u00eb gjesh ndonj\u00eb djal\u00eb t\u00eb mir\u00eb, t\u00eb mos pres\u00ebsh shkuesit edhe ti si ne.
\n– Po, po, po m\u00ebsoj, – thoshte motra.
\nUn\u00eb vazhdoja t\u2019i d\u00ebrgoja para me Uestern Union q\u00eb t\u00eb vishte rroba si shoqet e t\u00eb mos mbetej pa para n\u00eb xhep. Kur flisja n\u00eb telefon me t\u00eb, e pyesja: – A ke njohur ndonj\u00eb djal\u00eb, mos po del me ndonj\u00eb? Se mos e marr\u00eb vesh babi e t\u00eb piu e zeza!
\n– Ku t\u00eb njoh njeri un\u00eb, – m\u00eb thoshte, – un\u00eb nga konvikti iki n\u00eb fakultet e nga fakulteti n\u00eb konvikt, ku do m\u00eb shoh\u00eb njeri mua?
\n– Epo, mos u anko, – i thosha, – mua s\u2019m\u00eb ka par\u00eb njeri edhe n\u00eb fshat se nuk dilja as deri te porta e prap\u00eb mir\u00eb jam.
\nAjo qeshte dhe e kalonim si shaka. Kur dol\u00ebn k\u00ebta celular\u00ebt e mir\u00eb, i thash\u00eb babit q\u00eb t\u2019ia blija un\u00eb nj\u00eb t\u00eb mir\u00eb e t\u00eb flisja me t\u00eb n\u00eb Viber ose VVats Up pa shpenzuar shum\u00eb para.
\n– Dakord, – tha babai, – por jo me hap Facebook n\u00eb celular! I d\u00ebgjon lajmet se \u00e7\u2019po b\u00ebjn\u00eb me telefonat?
\nK\u00ebt\u00eb her\u00eb, ai kishte patur t\u00eb drejt\u00eb. Sapo i bleva telefonin motr\u00ebs, ne filluam t\u00eb kontaktonim m\u00eb shum\u00eb me mesazhe n\u00eb Viber, pra, me shkrim e jo me fjal\u00eb, q\u00eb nuk i sheh e nuk i d\u00ebgjon tjet\u00ebrkush. Nd\u00ebrsa e pyesja vazhdimisht motr\u00ebn, m\u00eb tha se kish njohur nj\u00eb djal\u00eb q\u00eb i p\u00eblqente.
\n– T\u00eb lutem b\u00ebj kujdes, mos t\u00eb t\u00eb shoh\u00eb njeri q\u00eb takohesh me t\u00eb, – i kisha shkruar disa her\u00eb. E kishim vendosur q\u00eb nuk do t\u2019i tregonim askujt p\u00ebr k\u00ebt\u00eb lidhje t\u00eb saj\u00ebn derisa t\u00eb vendosnin t\u00eb fejoheshin, por ja q\u00eb n\u00eb nj\u00eb nga k\u00ebto takime, motr\u00ebn time e kishte z\u00ebn\u00eb mat babai. Ashtu e kishte kapur p\u00ebr leckash e n\u00eb makin\u00eb e sht\u00ebpi. Pas nj\u00eb dajaku t\u00eb mir\u00eb, i kishte kontrolluar edhe telefonin. Pasi kish lexuar mesazhet, m\u00eb mori n\u00eb telefon dhe m\u00eb k\u00ebrkoi t\u00eb kthehesha n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi n\u00eb Shqip\u00ebri qoft\u00eb edhe vet\u00ebm p\u00ebr dy apo tri dit\u00eb.
\n– Ta paguaj un\u00eb bilet\u00ebn, vet\u00ebm hajde, – m\u00eb tha. Mendova mos ishte s\u00ebmur\u00eb ai apo mamaja dhe kur i thash\u00eb tim shoqi, ai m\u00eb tha: \u201cIk me parat\u00eb tona, \u00e7\u2019do t\u2019u marr\u00ebsh parat\u00eb e bilet\u00ebs atyre?\u201d.
\nLash\u00eb vajz\u00ebn n\u00eb Itali me t\u00eb atin dhe erdha te prind\u00ebrit. Po \u00e7\u2019t\u00eb vija?! N\u00eb Durr\u00ebs erdhi e m\u00eb mori babai. Nuk m\u00eb foli gjith\u00eb rrug\u00ebs. Kur arrita n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi, sapo u takova me n\u00ebn\u00ebn time, m\u00eb erdh\u00ebn shpullat si me bresh\u00ebri nga babai. Nuk isha rrahur qysh f\u00ebmij\u00eb. Derisa e mora vesh se \u00e7\u2019po ndodhte, as nuk arrita t\u00eb ruhesha e mu \u00e7a buza nga t\u00eb q\u00eblluarat. Dajaku ishte po aq i sh\u00ebndetsh\u00ebm sa ai q\u00eb kish marr\u00eb motra para meje. Nuk i vura faj babait. Isha un\u00eb ajo q\u00eb ia kisha punuar pas shpine. M\u00eb n\u00eb fund, v\u00ebllai dhe mamaja mund\u00ebn ta ndalonin dhe un\u00eb me gjith\u00eb turpin e bot\u00ebs mbi supe, ndenja dy dit\u00eb mbyllur n\u00eb dhom\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00eb mos m\u00eb shihte babai dhe u nisa p\u00ebr n\u00eb Itali me mallkimin me z\u00eb t\u00eb lart\u00eb t\u00eb babait n\u00eb vesh: \u201cMos u kthefsh m\u00eb gjall\u00eb, ti s\u2019je m\u00eb vajza ime\u201d. Nuk i thash\u00eb asgj\u00eb burrit, p\u00ebr buz\u00ebn i thash\u00eb q\u00eb rr\u00ebshqita n\u00eb banj\u00eb dhe e kalova. Pas dy muajsh, babai pas nd\u00ebrhyrjes s\u00eb v\u00ebllait, u bind dhe e \u00e7oi s\u00ebrish motr\u00ebn n\u00eb shkoll\u00eb, por nd\u00ebrkoh\u00eb e kontrollonte \u00e7do sekond\u00eb n\u00eb telefon. Fillova t\u00eb flisja edhe un\u00eb me motr\u00ebn n\u00eb telefon, m\u00eb shum\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u2019u siguruar se mos b\u00ebnte ndonj\u00eb gaf\u00eb tjet\u00ebr. Ajo, k\u00ebt\u00eb radh\u00eb u njoh me nj\u00eb djal\u00eb tjet\u00ebr dhe fliste me t\u00eb me telefonin e shoqes p\u00ebr t\u00eb mos l\u00ebn\u00eb gjurm\u00eb. E mora disa her\u00eb n\u00eb telefon p\u00ebr t\u2019i kujtuar at\u00eb hitorin\u00eb e par\u00eb. Edhe i shkrova mesazhe pa fund q\u00eb t\u00eb mos dilte, t\u00eb mos vazhdonte se do ta p\u00ebsonim. Nd\u00ebrsa zihesha me motr\u00ebn n\u00eb telefon, m\u00eb d\u00ebgjoi burri disa her\u00eb dhe m\u00eb tha:
\n– T\u00eb lutem, mos u p\u00ebrziej. Thuaji n\u00ebn\u00ebs e babait t\u00ebnd se ajo do t\u2019ju b\u00ebj\u00eb gj\u00ebm\u00ebn. Dhe ta dish se do ngat\u00ebrrohesh edhe me mua n\u00ebse e p\u00ebrkrah at\u00eb n\u00eb k\u00ebto loj\u00ebra.
\n– Po p\u00ebrpiqem ta m\u00ebsoj, nuk po e mb\u00ebshtes, – i thash\u00eb. – Ti nuk m\u00eb d\u00ebgjon q\u00eb zihem me t\u00eb, i them t\u00eb heq\u00eb dor\u00eb?
\n– Si t\u00eb duash, por n\u00ebse s\u2019t\u00eb d\u00ebgjon, ti duhet t\u2019u thuash prind\u00ebrve, p\u00ebrndryshe ajo do t\u00eb vazhdoj\u00eb k\u00ebshtu. E n\u00ebse ti e di se \u00e7\u2019po b\u00ebn ajo cepave t\u00eb pallatit dhe nuk b\u00ebn asgj\u00eb p\u00ebr ta ndaluar, ta dish se edhe ti b\u00ebhesh bashk\u00ebfajtore.
\n– Ke t\u00eb drejt\u00eb, – i thash\u00eb, – po n\u00ebse e merr vesh babai, s\u2019do ta l\u00ebr\u00eb t\u00eb mbaroj\u00eb shkoll\u00ebn.
\n– Akoma s\u2019e ke kuptuar q\u00eb jot mot\u00ebr s\u2019e ka mendjen te shkolla, por t\u00eb bredh\u00eb lart e posht\u00eb?! E ngat\u00ebrron me veten, grua dhe mos e b\u00ebj k\u00ebt\u00eb gabim.
\nE mora motr\u00ebn time t\u00eb vog\u00ebl n\u00eb telefon dhe i thash\u00eb q\u00eb po m\u00eb fuste n\u00eb ngat\u00ebrres\u00eb me burrin p\u00ebr ato q\u00eb po b\u00ebnte. Ajo, pa pik\u00ebn e turpit, mu p\u00ebrgjigj:
\n– Epo, se je idiote ti, e flet n\u00eb sy t\u00eb atij \u00e7\u2019t\u00eb t\u00eb them un\u00eb?
\n– Po ku t\u00eb flas moj, – i thash\u00eb, – un\u00eb jetoj n\u00eb nj\u00eb sht\u00ebpi me t\u00eb. Pastaj, un\u00eb nuk kam asgj\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u2019i fshehur sepse nj\u00eb marr\u00ebdh\u00ebnie nuk mbahet me g\u00ebnjeshtra.
\n– Po, po, vazhdo ti me moralin t\u00ebnd. – m\u00eb tha.
\nIu luta gjat\u00eb n\u00eb telefon, i shkrova mesazh, i thash\u00eb edhe motr\u00ebs tjet\u00ebr e n\u00ebn\u00ebs q\u00eb ta bindnin t\u00eb mbyllte Facebook-un, t\u00eb nd\u00ebrpriste lidhjet n\u00eb telefon me at\u00eb djalin e t\u00eb mos dilte m\u00eb, por sigurisht q\u00eb ajo b\u00ebri t\u00eb kund\u00ebrt\u00ebn. Babai im e mori vesh, ndaj e mori n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi dhe ajo nuk e vazhdoi vitin e fundit t\u00eb shkoll\u00ebs. Dhe, ve\u00e7 k\u00ebsaj, pasi kishte kontrolluar telefonin, e kishte lexuar s\u00ebrish komunikimin mes meje e motr\u00ebs, kishte marr\u00eb burrin tim.
\n– Dh\u00ebnd\u00ebrr, t\u00eb mora q\u00eb t\u00eb t\u00eb them vet\u00ebm fjal\u00eb zeher, – i tha at\u00eb mbr\u00ebmje.
\n– \u00c7far\u00eb ka ndodhur? – pyeti me nj\u00eb frym\u00eb burri.
\n– Ka ndodhur q\u00eb gruaja jote dhe vajza ime, nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb n\u00eb rregull, – i tha ai nga ana tjet\u00ebr e telefonit. – M\u2019u duk sikur l\u00ebvizi sht\u00ebpia, p\u00ebr nj\u00eb moment mendova mos ishte t\u00ebrmet, por kuptova q\u00eb e kisha nga tronditja. – Dhe un\u00eb nuk t\u00eb v\u00eb faj n\u00ebse e ndan vajz\u00ebn time, sepse ajo i ka ditur t\u00eb gjitha dhe s\u2019m\u00eb ka th\u00ebn\u00eb. Dhe t\u00eb mendosh q\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb n\u00ebna e vajz\u00ebs t\u00ebnde. Ajo, ashtu do t\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00ebsoj\u00eb edhe vajz\u00ebn. Nejse, lexo mesazhet e saj dhe pastaj m\u00eb thuaj vendimin t\u00ebnd.
\nE kuptova q\u00eb tashm\u00eb gjith\u00eb inati i babait tim ishte zhvendosur nga motra tek un\u00eb. Im shoq mori telefonin tim dhe e kontrolloi si kurr\u00eb m\u00eb par\u00eb. Lexoi gjith\u00e7ka q\u00eb kisha shkruar me motr\u00ebn dhe n\u00eb fund, m\u00eb fluturoi telefonin. Shyqyr q\u00eb ngrita krahun e nuk m\u00eb ra n\u00eb kok\u00eb. U ngrit rr\u00ebmbimthi e m\u00eb kapi p\u00ebr supesh duke m\u00eb shkundur. Nuk m\u00eb q\u00eblloi, ishte gj\u00eb q\u00eb s\u2019e kishte b\u00ebr\u00eb kurr\u00eb m\u00eb par\u00eb, por m\u00eb l\u00ebshoi, mblodhi duart grusht dhe me fytyr\u00ebn ngjitur me mua, tha:
\n– Kam nj\u00eb d\u00ebshir\u00eb t\u00eb tmerrshme t\u00eb t\u00eb rrah, por nuk mund t\u00eb ndyj duart me ty. T\u00eb kam paralajm\u00ebruar. – Heshti pak e filloi s\u00ebrish: – Po n\u00ebse ti je dakord q\u00eb motra jote t\u00eb livadhis\u00eb ashtu, dometh\u00ebn\u00eb q\u00eb edhe ti ke livadhisur n\u00ebn hund\u00ebn time.
\n– Jooooo, s\u2019\u00ebsht\u00eb e v\u00ebrtet\u00eb, as q\u00eb e kam menduar t\u00eb livadhis. T\u00eb kam dashur si drit\u00ebn e syve dhe s\u2019e kam \u00e7uar ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb n\u00eb mend q\u00eb t\u00eb t\u00eb tradhtoj. T\u00eb lutem, m\u00eb beso!
\n– Si m\u00eb k\u00ebrkon t\u00eb t\u00eb besoj? – m\u00eb tha – Ti tradhton prind\u00ebrit e tu q\u00eb t\u00eb kan\u00eb b\u00ebr\u00eb kok\u00ebn, nd\u00ebrsa un\u00eb u dashka t\u00eb kem besim te ti? Jo, grua, nuk mund t\u00eb ndodh\u00eb.
\nSherri e shamata vazhdoi edhe disa dit\u00eb me burrin derisa nj\u00eb dit\u00eb m\u00eb tha q\u00eb donte t\u00eb ndahej nga un\u00eb.
\n– Vajz\u00ebn mendoj se \u00ebsht\u00eb m\u00eb mir\u00eb ta mbaj un\u00eb, ti do ta m\u00ebsosh ashtu si\u00e7 m\u00ebsove motr\u00ebn t\u00ebnde.
\nTashm\u00eb, kam gjasht\u00eb muaj q\u00eb jam ndar\u00eb, gjyqi fatmir\u00ebsisht vajz\u00ebn ma la mua n\u00eb ngarkim sepse \u00ebsht\u00eb akoma e vog\u00ebl. Kam marr\u00eb nj\u00eb sht\u00ebpi t\u00eb vog\u00ebl me qira n\u00eb t\u00eb nj\u00ebjt\u00ebn lagje ku isha, vazhdoj t\u00eb punoj te tri zonjat italiane, por ha buk\u00eb e gjak. N\u00eb fakt, duhet t\u00eb fal\u00ebnderoj ish-bashk\u00ebshortin tim q\u00eb m\u00eb m\u00ebsoi t\u00eb jetoj e punoj n\u00eb Itali. Gjith\u00e7ka kam sot e kam fal\u00eb tij. Divorci ishte p\u00ebr fajin e motr\u00ebs sime dhe jo t\u00eb tijin.
\nMe familjen e prind\u00ebrve, s\u2019flas. Ish-burri vjen e merr vajz\u00ebn n\u00eb dat\u00ebn e caktuar nga gjykata dhe un\u00eb po jetoj mjerimin q\u00eb mbolla vet\u00eb, duke mbrojtur motr\u00ebn.<\/p>\n
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Lexues dhe botues t\u00eb gazet\u00ebs! Po ju tregoj historin\u00eb e divorcit tim, jo p\u00ebr t\u00eb faj\u00ebsuar time mot\u00ebr, por p\u00ebr t\u00eb shprehur dhimbjen time q\u00eb s\u2019mundem t\u2019ia them askujt. M\u00eb duket sikur zemra do m\u00eb plas\u00eb p\u00ebr gabimet e nj\u00ebpasnj\u00ebshme q\u00eb b\u00ebra p\u00ebr t\u00eb mbrojtur time mot\u00ebr. Jam tridhjet\u00eb e pes\u00eb vje\u00e7e dhe kam lindur […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":12112,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[95],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-13262","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-rrefime-mekatesh"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13262","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=13262"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13262\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/12112"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=13262"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13262"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13262"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}