Kam lexuar n\u00eb gazet\u00eb e sidomos ne gazet\u0451n tuaj histori shum\u00eb t\u0451 bukura, mjaft t\u0451rheq\u0451se dhe shumica e tyre kan\u0451 qen\u0451 histori t\u0451 dhimbshme, prandaj vendosa t`ju shkruaj historin\u0451 time e cila \u0451sht\u0451 nj\u0451 histori shum\u0451 e bukur, tamam si histori hirusheje. \u00a0Kam lindur n\u0451 vitin 1965, n\u0451 Tiran\u0451. N\u0451 mosh\u0451 shum\u0451 t\u0451 vog\u0451l m\u0451 vdiq babai dhe mamaja ime u s\u0451mur nga nj\u0451 paraliz\u0451; nuk l\u0451vizte nj\u0451r\u0451n k\u0451mb\u0451 dhe nj\u0451r\u0451n dor\u0451. U detyrova t\u0451 lija shkoll\u0451n dhe t\u0451 mos vazhdoja m\u0451 tej se klasa e tet\u0451.<\/p>\n
Kjo gj\u0451 b\u0451ri t\u0451 m\u0451rzitesha shum\u0451. Isha shum\u0451 e vog\u0451l e nd\u0451rsa shoqet ishin ende f\u0451mij\u0451 e prind\u0451rit e tyre ua plot\u0451sonin \u00e7do d\u0451shir\u0451, un\u0451 isha kthyer n\u0451 nj\u0451 prind p\u0451r maman\u0451 time. N\u0451 fillim erdhi tezja t\u00eb m\u0451 ndihmonte, por shpejt, ajo u lodh e u m\u0451rzit me k\u0451t\u0451 pun\u0451. Ishte e v\u0451shtir\u0451 t\u0451 p\u0451rballoje \u00e7do or\u0451 e minut\u0451 k\u0451t\u0451 gj\u0451m\u0451 q\u0451 na ra. N\u0451 \u00e7do or\u0451 t\u0451 dit\u0451s e nat\u0451s duhet t\u0451 ishe n\u0451 gatishm\u0451ri, t\u2019i gjendeshe pran\u0451 kur mami t\u00eb k\u0451rkonte, por koha kalonte dhe un\u0451 ia mora dor\u0451n k\u0451saj pune. Ashtu, e vetme, p\u0451rballoja \u00e7do gj\u0451; vet\u0451m gjendja ekonomike nuk ishte e mir\u0451.<\/p>\n
Pavar\u0451sisht ndihm\u0451s q\u0451 na jepte shteti, nevojat ishin shum\u0451 m\u0451 t\u0451 m\u0451dha, por ne t\u0451 dyja ia dilnim mban\u0451 dhe ndjeheshim shum\u0451 mir\u0451 me nj\u0451ra-tjer\u0451n. Asaj i pikonte zemra tek m\u0451 shihte nj\u0451 vajz\u0451 t\u0451 re mbetur pas karriges me rrota t\u0451 mamas\u0451 e k\u0451t\u0451 ma shprehte shpeshher\u0451. M\u0451 thoshte se m\u0451 mir\u0451 t\u0451 kishte vdekur sesa t\u0451 m\u0451 b\u0451hej barr\u0451 mua, por un\u0451 i thoja se isha vajza m\u0451 e lumtur n\u0451 bot\u0451 q\u0451 kisha nj\u0451 mama t\u0451 till\u0451. N\u0451 fakt, edhe thell\u0451 brenda meje, p\u0451r asnj\u0451 \u00e7ast nuk u m\u00ebrzita me maman\u0451 time gjat\u0451 p\u0451rkujdesjes q\u0451 tregoja p\u0451r t\u0451. E doja shum\u0451 dhe ky ishte nj\u0451 detyrim p\u0451r mua, por un\u0451 kisha harruar t\u0451 jetoja jet\u0451n time. I kisha kaluar t\u0451 nj\u0451zetat dhe akoma nuk kisha r\u0451n\u0451 n\u0451 dashuri. Kjo nuk kishte ndodhur vet\u0451m p\u0451r faktin se un\u0451 isha gjithmon\u0451 me maman\u0451, por edhe kur dilja nuk m\u0451 kishte ngelur syri te ndonj\u0451 djal\u0451, nuk kisha ndjenja p\u0451r ask\u0451nd. \u00a0Pak nga pak, arrita nj\u00ebzet e pes\u0451 vje\u00e7e dhe mamaja tani ishte m\u0451 mir\u0451 se m\u0451 par\u0451. K\u0451mb\u0451n kishte filluar ta l\u0451vizte nga pak dhe karrigen me rrota e kishte z\u0451vend\u0451suar me paterica, por prap\u0451 se prap\u0451 nuk e lija t\u0451 dilte vet\u0451m. Vet\u0451m un\u0451 isha pak m\u0451 e lir\u0451 sepse e lija pa merak vet\u0451m n\u0451 sht\u0451pi e mund t\u0451 dilja. Megjith\u0451se kisha pak shoq\u0451ri, shumic\u0451n e shoqeve i kisha n\u0451 mosh\u0451 m\u0451 t\u0451 madhe se un\u0451, ishin shoqet e mamas\u0451. Daljet e mia filluan t\u0451 shpeshtoheshin dhe, nganj\u0451her\u0451, merrja dhe maman\u0451 me vete. Ne t\u0451 dyja ndiheshim shum\u0451 mir\u0451 s\u0451 bashku dhe t\u0451 gjith\u0451 njer\u0451zit na shikonin e na thonin se ishim \u00e7ifti n\u0451n\u0451-bij\u0451 m\u0451 i qeshur q\u00eb ekzistonte.<\/p>\n
Si gjith\u0451 vajzave t\u0451 tjera, \u00a0edhe mua m\u0451 kishin mbetur syt\u0451 m\u0451 n\u0451 fund te nj\u0451 djal\u0451. N\u0451 fakt, ai ishte pak n\u0451 mosh\u0451, por prap\u0451 se prap\u0451, po i them djal\u0451. Edhe ai m\u2019i ngulte syt\u0451 sa her\u0451 q\u0451 i kaloja pran\u0451, madje kishte pak koh\u0451 q\u0451 e pinte kafen n\u0451 lokalin ku un\u0451 e pija gjithmon\u0451. Kjo kishte r\u0451n\u0451 n\u0451 syrin e mpreht\u0451 t\u0451 banakieres, q\u0451 tashm\u0451 m\u0451 njihte mir\u0451 mua e maman\u0451 dhe ishim b\u0451r\u0451 mike. \u00a0Nj\u0451 dit\u0451, mamaja po p\u0451rtonte t\u0451 dilte dhe k\u0451shtu, dola vet\u0451m. U ula si gjithmon\u0451 n\u0451 t\u00eb nj\u00ebjtin lokal. Nuk kishte njer\u0451z n\u00eb at\u0451 koh\u0451, k\u0451shtu q\u0451 banakierja u ul t\u0451 m\u0451 shoq\u0451ronte. N\u0451 bised\u0451 e sip\u0451r, ajo m\u0451 tha:<\/p>\n
– Ka disa dit\u0451 q\u0451 m\u0451 ka pyetur nj\u0451 djal\u0451 p\u0451r ty. M\u0451 pyeti gjer\u0451 e gjat\u0451… ishte shum\u0451 i interesuar p\u0451r ty.<\/p>\n
– Po kush \u0451sht\u0451 ai? E njeh? – e pyeta.<\/p>\n
– \u0401sht\u0451 nj\u0451 klient i yni. N\u0451 fakt, nuk ka shum\u0451 koh\u0451 q\u0451 vjen n\u0451 lokalin ton\u0451, por un\u0451 e kam patur komshi te sht\u0451pia e mamit. Jan\u0451 familje shum\u0451 e mir\u0451! Menj\u0451her\u0451 e kuptova se p\u0451r k\u0451 e kishte fjal\u0451n. Nuk i rash\u0451 n\u0451 sy q\u00eb e kuptova, k\u0451shtu q\u0451 vazhdova loj\u0451n.<\/p>\n
– Po \u00e7far\u0451 t\u0451 tha p\u0451r mua? – M\u0451 pyeti sa vje\u00e7 je, a punon, me k\u0451 jeton e shum\u0451 gj\u0451ra t\u0451 tjera q\u0451 duhet t\u0451 dij\u0451 nj\u0451 mashkull p\u0451r vajz\u0451n s\u0451 cil\u0451s do t`i propozoj\u0451. H\u0451, si thua, do ta njoh\u0451sh, t\u0451 pish nj\u0451 kafe me t\u0451?<\/p>\n
– Nuk e di\u2026 – ngurrova un\u0451 – megjithat\u0451, \u00e7\u2019do m\u0451 b\u0451j\u0451 nj\u0451 kafe? Mir\u0451! Meqen\u00ebse je ti n\u0451 k\u0451t\u0451 mes, po pranoj.<\/p>\n
– Ashtu t\u0451 lumt\u0451! Do ta shoh\u0451sh q\u0451 nuk do t\u0451 pendohesh… Dit\u0451n tjet\u0451r i thash\u0451 mamit se do t\u0451 shkoja te minibashkia p\u0451r letrat e kempit t\u0451 mamit dhe k\u0451shtu, u takova me t\u0451.<\/p>\n
Ishte nj\u0451 burr\u0451 nja 40 vje\u00e7, por shum\u0451 i mbajtur. Ai u prezantua duke m\u0451 treguar se kishte qen\u0451 nj\u0451 her\u0451 i fejuar dhe ishte ndar\u0451 p\u0451r arsye se ajo e kishte tradhtuar me shokun e saj t\u0451 ngusht\u0451. Q\u0451 at\u0451her\u0451, ai e kishte humbur besimin te femrat. T\u0451 gjitha sa kishte takuar, nuk ia kishin mbushur syrin p\u0451r ndershm\u0451ri. Ishte n\u0451pun\u0451s, megjithat\u0451, p\u0451rve\u00e7 k\u0451saj, kishte edhe nj\u0451 dyqan ushqimor ku kishte pun\u0451suar persona t\u0451 tjer\u0451. M\u0451 pyeti edhe mua dhe u ndjeva shum\u0451 keq kur i thash\u0451 se nuk kisha punuar kurr\u0451 sepse kisha vet\u0451m tet\u0451 vjet shkoll\u0451.<\/p>\n
Ai m\u0451 tha: – Nuk duhet t\u0451 kesh turp, madje ti duhet t\u0451 krenohesh me gjestin q\u0451 ke b\u0451r\u0451. Ti ndihmove n\u0451n\u0451n t\u0451nde dhe kjo t\u2019i shton vlerat dyfish. Pastaj, n\u0451 k\u0451t\u0451 koh\u0451 mund ta b\u0451sh shkoll\u0451n n\u0451 \u00e7do mosh\u0451, mjafton t\u0451 kesh d\u0451shir\u0451… – Po, kam shum\u0451 d\u0451shir\u0451! – i thash\u0451 me nj\u0451 z\u0451 – Edhe pse e kam l\u0451n\u0451 shkoll\u0451n, nuk e kam hequr kurr\u0451 librin nga dora. Gjithmon\u0451 lexoj dhe \u0451sht\u0451 \u0451ndrra ime t\u0451 shkoj n\u0451 shkoll\u0451. \u00a0– K\u0451t\u0451 \u0451nd\u0451rr do t\u0451 ta b\u0451j un\u0451 realitet! \u2013 tha ai dhe m\u0451 shtr\u00ebngoi dor\u0451n q\u0451 e kisha v\u0451n\u0451 mbi tavolin\u0451. \u00a0Ngroht\u0451sia e dor\u0451s s\u0451 tij m\u0451 b\u0451ri t\u0451 provoja nj\u0451 ndjenj\u0451 t\u0451 ve\u00e7ant\u0451 q\u0451 nuk e kisha p\u0451rjetuar asnj\u0451her\u0451 n\u0451 jet\u0451n time. Ishte ngroht\u0451sia q\u0451 m\u0451 kishte munguar p\u0451r gjith\u0451 k\u0451to vite; ngroht\u0451sia e dashuris\u0451. Sapo shkova n\u0451 sht\u0451pi, ia thash\u0451 mamas\u0451 t\u0451 gjitha, fije p\u0451r pe. Ne t\u0451 dyja kishim marr\u00ebdh\u0451nien m\u0451 t\u0451 ve\u00e7ant\u0451 n\u0451n\u0451-bij\u0451. Asaj i rr\u0451shqit\u0451n lot nga syt\u0451 dhe m\u0451 tha: – Po ne nuk e njohim, moj bij\u0451. Po sikur t\u0451 jet\u0451 ndonj\u0451 mashtrues? \u00a0– Ndoshta, por ne nuk jemi budalla\u00e7ka q\u0451 t\u0451 mos e kuptojm\u0451 k\u0451t\u0451 – i dhash\u0451 zem\u0451r n\u0451n\u0451s – do ta njohim e m\u0451 pas, do vendosim. \u00a0– Ashtu u b\u0451ft\u0451, bija ime! – T\u0451 dua shum\u0451, n\u0451n\u0451! \u2013 i thash\u0451 me gjith\u0451 zem\u0451r dhe ula kok\u0451n n\u0451 prehrin magjik t\u0451 n\u0451n\u0451s, ku gjen prehje \u00e7do njeri. \u00a0Dit\u0451n tjet\u0451r dola me n\u0451n\u0451n dhe e takuam s\u0451 bashku. Ai u tregua shum\u0451 i mir\u0451 me n\u0451n\u0451n dhe ajo e p\u0451lqeu shum\u0451, megjithat\u0451, nuk do t\u0451 vendosnim menj\u0451her\u0451. Pas disa takimesh, vendos\u0451m t\u0451 martoheshim. Ishim nj\u0451 \u00e7ift shum\u0451 i qet\u0451 dhe duheshim shum\u0451. Doli tamam si\u00e7 m\u0451 tha banakierja. Sot, jemi t\u0451 martuar dhe kemi tre f\u0451mij\u0451. N\u0451na ka dy vjet q\u0451 ka vdekur, por jetoi gjithmon\u0451 me ne dhe ia kaluam shum\u0451 mir\u0451. Ajo gjithmon\u0451 m\u0451 thoshte: – E sheh moj bij\u0451, si ta shp\u0451rbleu Zoti, sakrific\u0451n q\u0451 b\u0451r\u0451 p\u0451r mua?! Zoti t\u0451 dh\u0451nt\u0451 sh\u0451ndet e lumturi ty dhe f\u0451mij\u0451ve, se kush u rri gati prind\u0451rve, nuk humbet kurr\u0451. \u00a0Un\u0451 me t\u0451 v\u0451rtet\u0451 b\u0451ra sakrific\u0451 e lash\u0451 shkoll\u0451n, por me ndihm\u0451n e burrit tim, mora gjimnazin dhe m\u0451 pas, u diplomova p\u0451r Ekonomi e tani punoj n\u0451 nj\u0451 bank\u0451. E gjith\u0451 jeta ime ndryshoi p\u0451r mir\u0451 pas njohjes me k\u0451t\u0451 njeri. Tashm\u0451 jam e lumtur, sepse nuk kam as merak se nuk i sh\u0451rbeva n\u0451n\u0451s sime. Tanim\u0451, un\u0451 kam familjen time, jetoj e qet\u0451 dhe dua t\u2019i rris e t\u2019i edukoj f\u0451mij\u0451t e mi ashtu si\u00e7 m\u0451 edukuan mua prind\u0451rit e mi.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Kam lexuar n\u00eb gazet\u00eb e sidomos ne gazet\u0451n tuaj histori shum\u00eb t\u0451 bukura, mjaft t\u0451rheq\u0451se dhe shumica e tyre kan\u0451 qen\u0451 histori t\u0451 dhimbshme, prandaj vendosa t`ju shkruaj historin\u0451 time e cila \u0451sht\u0451 nj\u0451 histori shum\u0451 e bukur, tamam si histori hirusheje. \u00a0Kam lindur n\u0451 vitin 1965, n\u0451 Tiran\u0451. N\u0451 mosh\u0451 shum\u0451 t\u0451 vog\u0451l m\u0451 […]<\/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-1849","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-histori-nga-jeta"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1849","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=1849"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1849\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1849"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1849"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1849"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}