Jam 40 vje\u00e7e dhe jam mamaja e nj\u00eb djali n\u00ebnt\u00eb vje\u00e7ar q\u00eb quhet Beni. Tani q\u00eb ju shkruaj jam e paralizuar dhe p\u00ebrdor nj\u00eb karroc\u00eb invalid\u00ebsh p\u00ebr t\u00eb l\u00ebvizur. E gjith\u00eb jeta ime \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb tragjedi, e vetmja gj\u00eb e bukur e s\u00eb cil\u00ebs \u00ebsht\u00eb djali im.<\/p>\n
Para dhjet\u00eb vjet\u00ebsh punoja si kuzhiniere n\u00eb nj\u00eb restorant. Isha beqare, por dilja me nj\u00eb djal\u00eb, i cili m\u00eb p\u00eblqente shum\u00eb. N\u00eb sht\u00ebpi jetoja me maman\u00eb, pasi babai im kishte vdekur kur isha e vog\u00ebl. Kisha nj\u00eb jet\u00eb jo shum\u00eb t\u00eb bukur, por t\u00eb qet\u00eb. Shpresoja q\u00eb nj\u00eb dit\u00eb t\u00eb martohesha me Sajmirin dhe t\u00eb krijonim familje, por nd\u00ebrsa po shkoja n\u00eb pun\u00eb nj\u00eb dit\u00eb, m\u00eb nis\u00ebn disa therrje t\u00eb tmerrshme n\u00eb mes dhe n\u00eb shpin\u00ebn kurizore. U ula n\u00eb trotuar sepse nuk po mundesha m\u00eb. M\u00eb pas shkova n\u00eb pun\u00eb. Edhe gjat\u00eb dit\u00ebs m\u00eb shqet\u00ebsuan t\u00eb nj\u00ebjtat dhimbje. Mendova se e kisha nga lodhja dhe nga q\u00ebndrimi n\u00eb k\u00ebmb\u00eb, por dhimbjet po m\u00eb vazhdonin edhe dit\u00ebt e tjera. Ishin aq t\u00eb forta sa nuk merrja dot frym\u00eb dhe vet\u00ebm shembesha p\u00ebrtok\u00eb. Vendosa t\u00eb shkoja p\u00ebr t\u2019u vizituar. Mjek\u00ebt n\u00eb fillim m\u00eb sorollat\u00ebn, sa te nj\u00ebri, sa te tjetri. N\u00eb fund m\u00eb than\u00eb q\u00eb duhet t\u00eb vizitohesha n\u00eb spitalin onkologjik. Kjo fjal\u00eb m\u00eb dhembi. Aty vizitoheshin ata q\u00eb kishin kancer. At\u00eb dit\u00eb, kur kam shkuar atje m\u00eb dridheshin gjunj\u00ebt. Frika ime ishte m\u00eb e madhe se dhimbjet n\u00eb mes.<\/p>\n
Doktor\u00ebt m\u00eb than\u00eb se kisha kancer n\u00eb shtyll\u00ebn kurizore. Duhet t\u00eb operohesha menj\u00ebher\u00eb. Duke qen\u00eb se e kisha kapur n\u00eb koh\u00eb mund t\u00eb shp\u00ebtoja, ama rrezikoja t\u00eb paralizohesha dhe t\u00eb q\u00ebndroja n\u00eb nj\u00eb karrige invalid\u00ebsh t\u00eb gjith\u00eb jet\u00ebn time. Pranova menj\u00ebher\u00eb. Karrigia as q\u00eb krahasohej me vdekjen. At\u00eb koh\u00eb, vet\u00ebm aty m\u00eb q\u00ebndronte mendja, nuk doja t\u00eb vdisja.<\/p>\n
Operacioni qe m\u00eb e lehta, n\u00ebse merrni parasysh ato q\u00eb m\u00eb ndodh\u00ebn. Mjek\u00ebt m\u00eb than\u00eb q\u00eb isha shtatz\u00ebn\u00eb. Kisha nisur t\u00eb m\u00ebsohesha me iden\u00eb q\u00eb nuk do t\u00eb ecja dot m\u00eb kur m\u00eb erdhi ky lajm. M\u00eb shokoi. Shum\u00eb vet\u00eb m\u00eb k\u00ebshilluan ta nd\u00ebrprisja shtatzanin\u00eb. Duke qen\u00eb e s\u00ebmur\u00eb do t\u00eb m\u00eb duhej t\u00eb kaloja n\u00ebn rreze dhe t\u00eb p\u00ebrdorja ila\u00e7e. Ekzistonte rreziku q\u00eb f\u00ebmija im t\u00eb mos ishte normal, por e mora parasysh rrezikun. E dija q\u00eb ai ishte shansi im i fundit p\u00ebr t\u00eb qen\u00eb mama.<\/p>\n
Lajm\u00ebrova Sajmirin dhe e takova p\u00ebr t\u2019i th\u00ebn\u00eb gjith\u00e7ka, por ai insistoi q\u00eb t\u00eb abortoja. M\u00eb tha se nuk ishte gati t\u00eb krijonte familje, se asnj\u00ebher\u00eb nuk m\u00eb kishte premtuar gj\u00eb, ndaj at\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00eb nuk mund ta merrte dot p\u00ebrsip\u00ebr. At\u00ebhere vendosa t\u2019i p\u00ebrballoja t\u00eb gjitha vet\u00eb. E bisedova edhe me maman\u00eb time. Ajo qau, nuk m\u00eb foli p\u00ebr disa or\u00eb dhe m\u00eb pas m\u00eb tha se do t\u00eb m\u00eb ndihmonte.<\/p>\n
I kalova t\u00eb n\u00ebnt\u00eb muajt e shtrir\u00eb ose e ulur n\u00eb at\u00eb karrige. Gjith\u00eb koh\u00ebs, vet\u00ebm lutesha q\u00eb f\u00ebmija im t\u00eb dilte normal. Kur erdhi dita e lindjes, isha m\u00eb shum\u00eb e tmerruar nga ajo q\u00eb m\u00eb priste, sesa nga dhimbjet e lindjes. Kur doktor\u00ebt m\u00eb than\u00eb se ai ishte nj\u00eb djal\u00eb i sh\u00ebndetsh\u00ebm dhe i bukur, gati sa nuk po ul\u00ebrija nga g\u00ebzimi.<\/p>\n
Ia vura emrin Beni, si te filmi \u201cBeni ec\u00ebn vet\u00eb\u201d. E dija q\u00eb ai f\u00ebmij\u00eb do t\u00eb b\u00ebhej i zoti p\u00ebr t\u00eb ecur me k\u00ebmb\u00ebt e tij shum\u00eb shpejt.<\/p>\n
N\u00eb fillim kisha frik\u00eb se mos ma merrnin. Duke qen\u00eb e paralizuar, mund ta \u00e7onin n\u00eb jetimore, pasi im bir as baba nuk kishte, por fatmir\u00ebsisht e lan\u00eb duke qen\u00eb se jetoja me maman\u00eb. Isha aq e lumtur! E vetmja arsyea p\u00ebr t\u00eb cil\u00ebn jetoja, u b\u00eb ai.<\/p>\n
Kur e solla p\u00ebr her\u00eb t\u00eb par\u00eb n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi, nuk dija \u00e7far\u00eb t\u00eb b\u00ebja me t\u00eb. P\u00ebr mua, edhe t\u00eb rrotullohesha n\u00eb krevat ishte e v\u00ebshtir\u00eb.<\/p>\n
Fal\u00eb Zotit, beni ishte nj\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00eb i mbar\u00eb dhe i d\u00ebgjuesh\u00ebm. Kur ishte f\u00ebmij\u00eb, nuk qante shum\u00eb. Edhe kur nisi t\u00eb rritej, b\u00ebnte gjithnj\u00eb at\u00eb q\u00eb i thosha.<\/p>\n
N\u00eb mosh\u00ebn tre vje\u00e7are, kishte m\u00ebsuar t\u00eb vinte n\u00eb dhom\u00ebn time dhe t\u00eb m\u00eb sillte gj\u00ebrat q\u00eb i k\u00ebrkoja. N\u00eb mosh\u00ebn gjasht\u00eb vje\u00e7are, kishte m\u00ebsuar t\u00eb lahej dhe t\u00eb vishej vet\u00eb. Un\u00eb i jepja urdh\u00ebra q\u00eb nga dhoma, duke i b\u00ebrtitur: \u201cB\u00ebj k\u00ebt\u00eb\u201d e \u201cB\u00ebj at\u00eb\u201d. Edhe sot kam frik\u00eb se mos i\u00a0 b\u00ebrtas shum\u00eb.<\/p>\n
E vetmja gj\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb cil\u00ebn kam frik\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb se mund ta shajn\u00eb shok\u00ebt n\u00eb shkoll\u00eb. Nj\u00eb dit\u00eb, kur u kthye, m\u00eb tha:<\/p>\n
\u201cMami, mos hajde m\u00eb n\u00eb shkoll\u00eb se pastaj shok\u00ebt e mi e din\u00eb q\u00eb je n\u00eb karrige!\u201d.<\/p>\n
Kjo gj\u00eb m\u00eb vrau. E di q\u00eb ai \u00ebsht\u00eb ende i vog\u00ebl, por kam b\u00ebr\u00eb aq shum\u00eb sakrifica p\u00ebr t\u00eb mb\u00ebrritur deri k\u00ebtu sa nuk e meritoj t\u00eb sillet k\u00ebshtu me mua…<\/p>\n
Duke qen\u00eb e paralizuar, arrij t\u00eb marr nga shteti nj\u00ebfar\u00eb asistence, e cila \u00ebsht\u00eb shum\u00eb e vog\u00ebl. M\u00eb pas, kemi edhe pensionin e n\u00ebn\u00ebs sime, por t\u00eb dyja k\u00ebto nuk na mjaftojn\u00eb. Jam munduar q\u00eb Benit t\u00eb mos i mungoj\u00eb asgj\u00eb, brenda mund\u00ebsive q\u00eb kemi. Me vjen keq edhe q\u00eb nuk i gjeta dot nj\u00eb baba p\u00ebr t\u00eb qen\u00eb, por me gjith\u00eb k\u00ebto gj\u00ebra, ne s\u00ebrish nuk jemi familje e keqe. Duhemi dhe dim\u00eb t\u00eb sillemi. Beni \u00ebsht\u00eb b\u00ebr\u00eb nj\u00eb djal\u00eb i ndjesh\u00ebm dhe i qet\u00eb, ndaj dhe kam frik\u00eb kur shok\u00ebt e tallin…<\/p>\n
Un\u00eb shpresoj vet\u00ebm q\u00eb nj\u00eb dit\u00eb ai ta kuptoj\u00eb se nuk isha un\u00eb q\u00eb e zgjodha k\u00ebt\u00eb, por m\u00eb erdhi vet\u00eb. Sikur t\u00eb mund t\u00eb kthehesha mbrapsht, nuk e di \u00e7far\u00eb do t\u00eb ndryshoja. Nuk shoh asgj\u00eb t\u00eb mir\u00eb n\u00eb jet\u00ebn time, por prap\u00eb i them vetes q\u00eb jam m\u00eb mir\u00eb se dikur, sepse tani kam Benin. Un\u00eb e di q\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb e v\u00ebshtir\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb tani, por uroj q\u00eb nj\u00eb dit\u00eb ta kuptoj\u00eb se qe ai q\u00eb e shp\u00ebtoi jet\u00ebn time…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Jam 40 vje\u00e7e dhe jam mamaja e nj\u00eb djali n\u00ebnt\u00eb vje\u00e7ar q\u00eb quhet Beni. Tani q\u00eb ju shkruaj jam e paralizuar dhe p\u00ebrdor nj\u00eb karroc\u00eb invalid\u00ebsh p\u00ebr t\u00eb l\u00ebvizur. E gjith\u00eb jeta ime \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb tragjedi, e vetmja gj\u00eb e bukur e s\u00eb cil\u00ebs \u00ebsht\u00eb djali im. Para dhjet\u00eb vjet\u00ebsh punoja si kuzhiniere n\u00eb nj\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":[249],"class_list":["post-1970","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-histori-nga-jeta","tag-histori"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1970","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=1970"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1970\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1970"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1970"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1970"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}