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Un\u00eb jam nj\u00eb burr\u00eb nga nj\u00eb fshat i thell\u00eb n\u00eb Veri t\u00eb Shqip\u00ebris\u00eb. Mora\nguximin t`ju shkruaj q\u00eb t`ju hapem juve e t\u2019ju tregoj historin\u00eb e jet\u00ebs sime.\nKur isha i ri, n\u00eb mosh\u00ebn 20 vje\u00e7are, u dashurova me nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb shum\u00eb t\u00eb bukur.\nVajzat e bukura nuk mungojn\u00eb nga an\u00ebt tona. Ato i mban t\u00eb bukura dhe t\u00eb\nfresk\u00ebta ajri i fresk\u00ebt i malit dhe uji i kulluar. N\u00eb fshatin ton\u00eb, kur\ndashuron, duhet t\u00eb marr\u00ebsh parasysh disa gj\u00ebra dhe sidomos familjen sepse ata\nkan\u00eb fjal\u00ebn kryesore dhe japin verdiktin. I thash\u00eb bab\u00ebs dhe ai shkoi ta\nk\u00ebrkonte. Meqen\u00ebse ne ishim nj\u00eb familje e pasur dhe nd\u00ebr familjet m\u00eb t\u00eb mira t\u00eb\nfshatit, ata ishin dakord, madje shum\u00eb t\u00eb k\u00ebnaqur q\u00eb po lidhnin miq\u00ebsi me ne. U\nmartuam dhe ishim mjaft t\u00eb lumtur. Ajo nuk kishte shprehur asnj\u00eb pak\u00ebnaq\u00ebsi\nndaj meje, prandaj dhe un\u00eb kisha besim t\u00eb plot\u00eb tek ajo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Meqen\u00ebse n\u00eb fshat shum\u00eb pun\u00eb jan\u00eb blegtori, ajo nuk ishte shum\u00eb e dh\u00ebn\u00eb pas\nsht\u00ebpis\u00eb dhe, kur ne u b\u00ebm\u00eb me f\u00ebmij\u00ebn e par\u00eb, kishte m\u00eb shum\u00eb d\u00ebshir\u00eb t\u00eb\nshkonte t\u00eb kulloste lop\u00ebt sesa t\u00eb rrinte me f\u00ebmij\u00ebn. Me f\u00ebmij\u00ebn merrej n\u00ebna ime,\nndjes\u00eb past\u00eb, kurse ajo, gjith\u00eb dit\u00ebn me bag\u00ebti. Edhe un\u00eb e kisha pun\u00ebn larg\ndhe nuk m\u00eb takonte t\u00eb rrija shum\u00eb n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi, k\u00ebshtu q\u00eb ajo kishte filluar \u201ct\u00eb\nl\u00ebvizte nga pak\u201d. P\u00ebr t\u00eb gjith\u00eb ata q\u00eb nuk e kuptuan, do t\u00eb thot\u00eb se m\u00eb\ntradhtonte. Kudo flitej p\u00ebr t\u00eb, por n\u00eb veshin tim nuk kishte arritur asnj\u00eb nga\nk\u00ebto fjal\u00eb. Nga an\u00ebt tona, disa i kan\u00eb ruajtur zakonet prapanike, sipas t\u00eb\ncilave, tradhtia nuk falet kollaj. Kishin kaluar tre vjet nga martesa jon\u00eb dhe\ndjali tashm\u00eb ishte dy vje\u00e7. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nj\u00eb dit\u00eb, tek po vija n\u00eb k\u00ebmb\u00eb p\u00ebr te sht\u00ebpia, pash\u00eb nga sip\u00ebr tek ara jon\u00eb,\ndy vet\u00eb. Futem n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi dhe i them n\u00ebn\u00ebs:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Ku \u00ebsht\u00eb gruaja?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– E shkreta, ka gjith\u00eb dit\u00ebn n\u00eb ar\u00eb, as p\u00ebr t\u00eb ngr\u00ebn\u00eb buk\u00eb nuk ka ardhur. –\ntha n\u00ebna. Ajo ishte nj\u00eb grua shum\u00eb e mir\u00eb dhe nuk i shkonte mendja asnj\u00ebher\u00eb\np\u00ebr keq. E donte si vajz\u00ebn e saj. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Me k\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb? – i thash\u00eb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Vet\u00ebm – m\u00eb tha. – Babai yt dhe un\u00eb kemi nja dy or\u00eb q\u00eb kemi ardhur lart.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
N\u00eb t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb, nuk e di se si u b\u00ebra. Dola me vrap nga dera e me nj\u00eb inat\nq\u00eb nuk e di se si do ta shfryja. Sa dola nga dera, ajo po lante k\u00ebmb\u00ebt n\u00eb krua.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Me k\u00eb ishe n\u00eb ar\u00eb?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Vet\u00ebm – m\u00eb tha e ngriti kok\u00ebn lart, por nuk m\u00eb pa n\u00eb sy. At\u00ebhere kuptova\nse ajo kishte koh\u00eb q\u00eb nuk m\u00eb shikonte n\u00eb sy. Desha t\u00eb marr t`ia fus kok\u00ebn n\u00eb\nuj\u00eb e ta mbysja fare, por nuk kisha prova.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Mua nuk m\u2019u duk se ishe vet\u00ebm, moj e posht\u00ebr!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Vet\u00ebm isha, t\u00eb kan\u00eb b\u00ebr\u00eb syt\u00eb. – m\u00eb tha aq e qet\u00eb sa un\u00eb u ndjeva n\u00eb faj\ndhe mendova se me t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb m\u00eb kishin b\u00ebr\u00eb syt\u00eb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
T\u00eb nes\u00ebrmen kisha pushim, por nuk tregova n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Shoku im kishte nj\u00eb rast vdekjeje dhe m\u00eb tha ta z\u00ebvend\u00ebsoja, k\u00ebshtu q\u00eb m\u00eb\nduhet t\u00eb shkoj n\u00eb pun\u00eb. \u2013 u thash\u00eb. B\u00ebra demek se po shkoja dhe u fsheha. Po\nprisja q\u00eb ajo t\u00eb shkonte n\u00eb ar\u00eb. Ajo, kryelart\u00eb, shkonte me shat\u00eb n\u00eb dor\u00eb e dukej\nse po shkonte n\u00eb das\u00ebm e po ecte n\u00eb bulevard e jo n\u00eb rrug\u00eb k\u00ebmb\u00ebsor\u00ebsh fshati.\nMendova me vete se nuk kishte burr\u00eb q\u00eb t\u2019ia ulte hund\u00ebn k\u00ebsaj femre. M\u2019u duk\nvetja shum\u00eb i ul\u00ebt dhe mendova se po b\u00ebja shum\u00eb gabim, k\u00ebshtu q\u00eb thash\u00eb me vete\nse m\u00eb mir\u00eb ishte t\u00eb shkoja n\u00eb qytet dhe t\u00eb kaloja gjith\u00eb dit\u00ebn e t\u00eb b\u00ebja sikur\nkisha qen\u00eb n\u00eb pun\u00eb. Mendova se dita e djeshme duhej t\u00eb harrohej. Ndoshta lodhja\nm\u00eb kishte b\u00ebr\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00eb dukej se ajo nuk ishte vet\u00ebm, madje po ndihesha edhe\nfajtor q\u00eb e kisha akuzuar kot. Shkova n\u00eb qytet dhe, si m\u00eb magji, \u00e7do gj\u00eb m\u00eb\nishte larguar nga mendja. Ndenja t\u00ebr\u00eb dit\u00ebn dhe n\u00eb koh\u00ebn q\u00eb dit\u00ebt tjera\nkthehesha nga puna, u nisa udh\u00ebs p\u00ebr n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi. Kur arrita n\u00eb t\u00eb nj\u00ebjtin vend\nku shihej ara jon\u00eb, si n\u00eb p\u00ebll\u00ebmb\u00eb t\u00eb dor\u00ebs, pash\u00eb t\u00eb nj\u00ebjt\u00ebn gj\u00eb q\u00eb kisha par\u00eb\nnj\u00eb nat\u00eb m\u00eb par\u00eb. T\u00eb them t\u00eb drejt\u00ebn, m\u2019u duk se ishte b\u00ebr\u00eb nj\u00eb imazh n\u00eb\nmendjen time e po \u00e7mendesha q\u00eb po shihja prap\u00eb nj\u00eb gj\u00eb t\u00eb till\u00eb. Vrapova aq\nshpejt sa sot them si nuk jam rr\u00ebzuar asaj rruge n\u00eb t\u00eb cil\u00ebn rr\u00ebzohesh duke\necur me hap e jo ashtu si kam ecur un\u00eb, si i thon\u00eb, \u201cme t\u00eb pestin\u201d.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nuk u ndala te sht\u00ebpia, por vrapova drejt e n\u00eb ar\u00eb dhe u fsheha pas nj\u00eb\ng\u00ebmushe. Oh, i shkreti un\u00eb, \u00e7\u2019m\u00eb pan\u00eb syt\u00eb! Jo, kjo s\u2019mund t\u00eb ndodhte. Ajo po\nrrinte n\u00eb an\u00eb t\u00eb ar\u00ebs s\u00eb bashku me djalin e xhaxhait tim. Dukeshin aq t\u00eb af\u00ebrt\nsa un\u00eb u t\u00ebrbova dhe dola n\u00eb shesh t\u00eb burrave. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Po ju, mor faqezinj? \u00c7\u2019po b\u00ebni?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ata t\u00eb dy shtang\u00ebn. Grat\u00eb n\u00eb katund nuk rrin\u00eb kurr\u00eb vet\u00ebm me nj\u00eb njeri jo\nt\u00eb gjakut t\u00eb tyre, as me kush\u00ebrinjt\u00eb e burrit. K\u00ebto zakone duken t\u00eb vjetra e t\u00eb\nprapambetura, por n\u00eb thelb, shprehin shum\u00eb. P\u00ebr shembull, sa e sa raste kan\u00eb\nndodhur q\u00eb shumica e tradhtive jan\u00eb b\u00ebr\u00eb n\u00eb shoq\u00ebri t\u00eb ngusht\u00eb dhe n\u00eb farefis, sepse\nmiq\u00ebsia e mir\u00eb, sjell nj\u00eb dashuri t\u00eb sinqert\u00eb?!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Po ti moj e pafytyr\u00eb, sa po harlisesh e po shkrihesh gazi, po a e di ti\nkush \u00ebsht\u00eb ky? Po ti mor idiot, \u00e7`po b\u00ebn me gruan time?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Po ti po keqkuptohesh se ne po b\u00ebnim shaka. \u2013 tha ai, por dukej i\ntmerruar. \u2013 Si t\u00eb shkon n\u00eb mend nj\u00eb gj\u00eb e till\u00eb?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Po ti \u00e7`muhabet do t\u00eb b\u00ebje tjet\u00ebr p\u00ebrve\u00e7se t\u00eb m\u00eb tradhtoje mua? Kisha\nd\u00ebgjuar fjal\u00eb, por nuk u besoja. – N\u00eb fakt, nuk kisha d\u00ebgjuar asnj\u00eb fjal\u00eb e po\ng\u00ebnjeja. – Po ti, ti moj, q\u00eb nuk ke qeshur kurr\u00eb aq shum\u00eb me mua! Prandaj\ngjithmon\u00eb b\u00ebn pun\u00ebt jasht\u00eb sht\u00ebpis\u00eb, q\u00eb t\u00eb rrish me k\u00ebt\u00eb haramin? Tani do t`jua\ntregoj un\u00eb juve, do t`ju vras t\u00eb dyve!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mora shat\u00ebn n\u00eb dor\u00eb dhe e zgjata q\u00eb t\u2019i bija gruas, por nd\u00ebrkoh\u00eb, kush\u00ebriri\nm\u00eb doli p\u00ebrpara.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Po gabohesh. Mos b\u00ebj asnj\u00eb veprim se do t\u00eb pendohesh. – m\u00eb tha.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
U nxeha se ai e mbrojti sikur ta kishte t\u00eb dashur. E shtyva me dor\u00ebn q\u00eb\nkisha bosh dhe i thash\u00eb:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Hapu se me ty kam fjal\u00eb pastaj. E para do t\u00eb jet\u00eb kjo bushtra!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ajo ishte shum\u00eb e qet\u00eb. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
E largova kush\u00ebririn dhe i rash\u00eb gruas me sa fuqi kisha, por n\u00eb at\u00eb moment,\nnj\u00eb e goditur nga pas m\u00eb la pa ndjenja. Kur u zgjova, isha n\u00eb spital. Rreth\nmeje ishin t\u00eb gjith\u00eb njer\u00ebzit e mi. Ata m\u00eb shihnin t\u00eb tmerruar, t\u00eb habitur e t\u00eb\nshushatur e nuk di se si ishin. Vet\u00ebm njer\u00ebz nuk mund t`i quaja, ishin b\u00ebr\u00eb\ngjys\u00ebm njer\u00ebz. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Po ajo? – thash\u00eb m\u00eb shum\u00eb duke l\u00ebvizur buz\u00ebt sesa duke folur.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Nuk ka rrezik, vet\u00ebm se \u00ebsht\u00eb paralizuar nga nj\u00ebra an\u00eb e nuk mund t\u00eb ec\u00eb\ne as t\u00eb flas\u00eb m\u00eb kurr\u00eb. Po \u00e7`na b\u00ebr\u00eb mor djal\u00eb? Ku i kishe mendt\u00eb? – m\u00eb tha\nbabai.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Un\u00eb e mora veten dhe m\u00eb pas m\u00ebsova se kishte qen\u00eb kush\u00ebriri q\u00eb m\u00eb kishte\ngoditur. \u201cPaskam patur fat, thash\u00eb kur e m\u00ebsova k\u00ebt\u00eb gj\u00eb, se me ato nerva do\nt`i vrisja t\u00eb dy\u201d. At\u00ebhere k\u00ebshtu mendova, por tani jo. M\u00eb mir\u00eb t\u00eb kisha vdekur\ne t\u00eb mos isha n\u00eb gjendjen q\u00eb jam tani. Ajo, kur doli nga spitali, nuk u kthye\nm\u00eb tek un\u00eb dhe v\u00ebllai i saj, me gjyq, m\u00eb mori edhe djalin. Me xhaxhain nuk\nflasim prej vitesh se nuk provova dot q\u00eb mes tyre kishte patur ndonj\u00eb gj\u00eb dhe\nt\u00eb gjith\u00eb ishin dakord se i kisha akuzuar kot. Ndenja pes\u00eb vjet i ngujuar se\nv\u00ebllai i saj k\u00ebrkonte hakun q\u00eb motra e tij ishte b\u00ebr\u00eb invalide nga dora ime. Me\nkanun, kur njeriu gjuan, quhet sikur ta kishe vrar\u00eb at\u00eb njeri, sepse ti p\u00ebr at\u00eb\narsye e gjuan; tjet\u00ebr \u00ebsht\u00eb se atij nuk i ka ardhur dita e shp\u00ebton. N\u00ebna m\u00eb vdiq\nnga m\u00ebrzia. L\u00ebngoi gjasht\u00eb muaj e pastaj u largua nga kjo bot\u00eb, me m\u00ebrzin\u00eb duke\nm\u00eb par\u00eb mua t\u00eb ngujuar e nga malli i djalit tim, q\u00eb e kishte rritur vet\u00eb. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Pas pes\u00eb vitesh, n\u00eb der\u00eb trokiti v\u00ebllai i saj. Mendova se dita ime p\u00ebr t\u00eb\nvdekur erdhi. Isha m\u00ebrzitur brenda dhe nuk doja t`ia dija. M\u00eb mir\u00eb t\u00eb vdisja\nnj\u00eb e her\u00eb e mir\u00eb sesa \u00e7do dit\u00eb e nga pak. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Mir\u00ebdita, – m\u00eb tha. – A mund t\u00eb hyj?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Po deshe ti, dalim jasht\u00eb m\u00eb mir\u00eb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Jo, jo, m\u00eb mir\u00eb brenda.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Si t\u00eb duash.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ai u ul dhe p\u00ebr nj\u00eb cop\u00eb her\u00eb, nuk foli. Hasmi n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi futet p\u00ebr kafe, buk\u00eb\ne \u00e7do gj\u00eb dhe un\u00eb k\u00ebshtu b\u00ebra. Ai deshi nj\u00eb kafe dhe ia b\u00ebra. Babai kishte koh\u00eb\nq\u00eb nuk ishte mir\u00eb. Nuk kishte ndonj\u00eb s\u00ebmundje, por rrinte shtrir\u00eb e nuk hante.\nIshte dob\u00ebsuar shum\u00eb. Ai u ngrit dhe erdhi n\u00eb dhom\u00eb, por dukej si nj\u00eb fantazm\u00eb\ne jo si njeri.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
V\u00ebllai i gruas sime foli:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Nuk kam ardhur p\u00ebr at\u00eb q\u00eb mendon. Po t\u00eb ishte p\u00ebr mua, nuk do t\u00eb kisha\nardhur k\u00ebshtu i paarmatosur, por dje motra ime foli pas pes\u00eb vjet\u00ebsh. Ka\nshkruar nj\u00eb let\u00ebr ku thot\u00eb se ti mund ta paraqit\u00ebsh n\u00eb gjyq e t\u00eb shpallesh i\npafajsh\u00ebm, k\u00ebshtu q\u00eb edhe un\u00eb nuk mund t\u00eb t\u00eb b\u00ebj gj\u00eb. Po ta them edhe nj\u00eb her\u00eb,\njo se nuk dua, por ky \u00ebsht\u00eb amaneti i motr\u00ebs e cila para dy or\u00ebsh nd\u00ebrroi jet\u00eb.\nPo dije, mos m\u00eb dil kurr\u00eb para sysh se nuk e di a mund t\u00eb p\u00ebrmbahem dhe mos b\u00ebj\nas p\u00ebrpjekjen m\u00eb t\u00eb vog\u00ebl p\u00ebr djalin se at\u00ebhere do ta harroj amanetin e motr\u00ebs.\n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Tha k\u00ebto fjal\u00eb dhe iku. Kafen e la p\u00ebrgjys\u00ebm. Ky gjest do t\u00eb thoshte se kjo\npun\u00eb nuk ka mbaruar p\u00ebrfudimisht. Kur mendoj, m\u00eb mir\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00eb kishte vrar\u00eb at\u00eb\nmoment. Tani jam i lir\u00eb nga kanuni, por un\u00eb kurr\u00eb nuk jam i qet\u00eb se, p\u00ebr i\nlumtur, nuk b\u00ebhet fjal\u00eb. S`kam m\u00eb as n\u00ebn\u00eb, as bab\u00eb, as djal\u00eb, as grua, as\nxhaxhain q\u00eb nuk flet me mua. Sa t\u00eb jet\u00eb gjall\u00eb v\u00ebllai i ish-gruas, do t\u00eb ruhem\nnga ai e m\u00eb pas, ndoshta edhe nga djali im. Vdekja p\u00ebr mua \u00ebsht\u00eb kapak floriri.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Un\u00eb jam nj\u00eb burr\u00eb nga nj\u00eb fshat i thell\u00eb n\u00eb Veri t\u00eb Shqip\u00ebris\u00eb. Mora guximin t`ju shkruaj q\u00eb t`ju hapem juve e t\u2019ju tregoj historin\u00eb e jet\u00ebs sime. Kur isha i ri, n\u00eb mosh\u00ebn 20 vje\u00e7are, u dashurova me nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb shum\u00eb t\u00eb bukur. Vajzat e bukura nuk mungojn\u00eb nga an\u00ebt tona. Ato i mban […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":21190,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[94],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-21189","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-histori-nga-jeta"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21189","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=21189"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21189\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/21190"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=21189"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=21189"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=21189"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}