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Jam Meri. Duke qen\u00eb tep\u00ebr e trishtuar dhe traumatizuar, me dhimbje n\u00eb\nshpirt p\u00ebr humbjen e t\u00eb dashurit tim n\u00eb nj\u00eb aksident automobilistik, desha jo\nvet\u00ebm t\u00eb b\u00ebhem pjes\u00eb e historive tuaja n\u00eb gazet\u00ebn tuaj t\u00eb mrekullueshme \u201cIntervista\u201d,\npor n\u00eb nj\u00ebfar\u00eb m\u00ebnyre, t\u00eb ngush\u00ebllohem p\u00ebr at\u00eb q\u00eb m\u00eb ndodhi. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mbarova gjimnazin dhe, p\u00ebr fatin tim t\u00eb keq, p\u00ebr shkak t\u00eb varf\u00ebris\u00eb, s\u2019pata\nmund\u00ebsi ta vazhdoja fakultetin. N\u00eb t\u00eb tilla rrethana, prind\u00ebrit m\u00eb fut\u00ebn n\u00eb\npun\u00eb si shit\u00ebse n\u00eb nj\u00eb furr\u00eb buke. P\u00ebr t\u00eb qen\u00eb e sinqert\u00eb, me pun\u00ebn q\u00eb b\u00ebja,\nisha e k\u00ebnaqur. Kisha nj\u00eb pag\u00eb t\u00eb arsyeshme dhe koha m\u00eb mjaftonte p\u00ebr pushim e\nd\u00ebfrim. N\u00eb dyqan blinte buk\u00eb edhe Luli, nj\u00eb djal\u00eb simpatik, i \u00ebmb\u00ebl dhe mjaft i\nedukuar. Aty njoh\u00ebm dhe krijuam nj\u00eb miq\u00ebsi q\u00eb dal\u00ebngadal\u00eb po i kalonte kufijt\u00eb\ne miq\u00ebsis\u00eb. B\u00ebnim muhabete nga m\u00eb t\u00eb ndryshmet, qanim hallet dhe i besonim\nnj\u00ebri-tjetrit, por si pa kuptuar, un\u00eb fillova t\u00eb ndjeja p\u00ebr t\u00eb; doja ta takoja\ne t\u00eb rrija sa m\u00eb tep\u00ebr me t\u00eb. Me sa duket, midis nesh po ndodhte di\u00e7ka. N\u00eb t\u00eb\nv\u00ebrtet\u00eb, edhe ai i shpeshtoi ardhjet shkak e pa shkak n\u00eb dyqan, \u00e7ka tregonte se\nm\u00eb simpatizonte dhe ndjente p\u00ebr mua. Nj\u00eb dit\u00eb, pasi pagoi, vura re se m\u00eb\nshikonte direkt n\u00eb sy dhe dukej se di\u00e7ka e shqet\u00ebsonte e ishte i emocionuar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Meri, – m\u2019u drejtua – p\u00ebr t\u00eb qen\u00eb i sinqert\u00eb, ka koh\u00eb q\u00eb mendohem dhe dua\nt\u00eb ndaj me ty at\u00eb q\u00eb m\u00eb shqet\u00ebson, por s\u2019m\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb dh\u00ebn\u00eb mund\u00ebsia t\u00eb bisedoj.\nS\u2019dua ta mbaj akoma n\u00eb shpirt. T\u00eb dua, kam d\u00ebshir\u00eb ta lidh jet\u00ebn me ty, m\u00eb\np\u00eblqen, je vajz\u00eb serioze dhe simpatike. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Megjith\u00ebse e prisja nj\u00eb propozim t\u00eb till\u00eb, p\u00ebr momentin, u gjenda e\npap\u00ebrgatitur, m\u00eb rrihte zemra me shpejt\u00ebsi, m\u2019u tha goja, ndjeja dob\u00ebsi. Ishte\ndashuria e par\u00eb… Shpejt e mora veten dhe, me shum\u00eb dashamir\u00ebsi e sinqeritet,\niu p\u00ebrgjigja: <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Do t\u00eb bisedojm\u00eb, k\u00ebtu jemi, mos u m\u00ebrzit… <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Megjithat\u00eb, ai nguli k\u00ebmb\u00eb: – T\u00eb\nlutem, mendoje! <\/p>\n\n\n\n
At\u00eb nat\u00eb nuk mbylla sy, mendjen e kisha te Luli. Me syt\u00eb e mendjes e\nshikoja veten n\u00eb krah\u00ebt e tij. S\u2019m\u00eb mbante vendi. Ishte dashuria e par\u00eb.\nD\u00ebshirat e mia ishin pasionante, marramendase. Pse jo? E doja. T\u00eb nes\u00ebrmen, si\nzakonisht, shkova n\u00eb pun\u00eb dhe nuk zgjati shum\u00eb e ai e ndali makin\u00ebn para\ndyqanit. Erdhi jo p\u00ebr t\u00eb bler\u00eb, por k\u00ebrkonte p\u00ebrgjigje p\u00ebr sa m\u00eb kishte th\u00ebn\u00eb\nnj\u00eb dit\u00eb m\u00eb par\u00eb. N\u00eb dyqan s\u2019kishte njeri.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Meri, erdha prap\u00eb. E kam mbledhur mendjen top… Un\u00eb t\u00eb dua dhe k\u00ebt\u00eb gj\u00eb\ne kam biseduar edhe me prind\u00ebrit. Ata ju njohin familjarisht dhe jan\u00eb dakord q\u00eb\nt\u00eb lidhemi. Un\u00eb jam serioz… Dua nj\u00eb p\u00ebrgjigje prej teje. Ne njihemi prej\nkoh\u00ebsh dhe kam bindjen se me k\u00ebt\u00eb dashuri s\u2019do t\u00eb dal\u00ebsh e zhg\u00ebnjyer. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
M\u2019u err\u00ebn syt\u00eb, humba durimin, iu afrova me nj\u00eb pasion marramend\u00ebs. Ai m\u00eb\npushtoi dhe i dham\u00eb nj\u00eb puthje t\u00eb gjat\u00eb me gjith\u00eb zem\u00ebr nj\u00ebri-tjetrit. E humba.\nS\u2019dija t\u00eb shk\u00ebputesha nga ai. Kjo ishte edhe p\u00ebrgjigjja e zemr\u00ebs sime. M\u00eb shum\u00eb\nsesa fjal\u00ebt, me k\u00ebt\u00eb tregova se e dua. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
K\u00ebt\u00eb histori ia tregova me imt\u00ebsi mamas\u00eb, s\u00eb cil\u00ebs i tregoja \u00e7do gj\u00eb. Ajo e\nnjihte si Lulin, ashtu edhe familjen e tij, bile maman\u00eb e Lulit e kishte shoqe.\nAjo m\u00eb tha se po t\u00eb lidhesha me ta, ajo do ishte e k\u00ebnaqur. I tregova se n\u00eb\nsht\u00ebpi do vinin prind\u00ebrit e Lulit p\u00ebr t\u00eb m\u00eb k\u00ebrkuar dor\u00ebn p\u00ebr fejes\u00eb. Me sa\nduket, mamaja ime e kishte b\u00ebr\u00eb bised\u00eb me tim at\u00eb dhe ai, meqen\u00ebse e njihnin\nfamiljarisht, ishte dakord. K\u00ebt\u00eb e vija re n\u00eb sjelljen ndaj meje, megjith\u00ebse ai\ns\u2019ma shfaqi. Nuk zgjati shum\u00eb dhe n\u00eb sht\u00ebpin\u00eb ton\u00eb mb\u00ebrrit\u00ebn prind\u00ebrit e Lulit\ndhe ai vet\u00eb. Ata u prit\u00ebn shum\u00eb mir\u00eb nga prind\u00ebrit e mi. Pas bised\u00ebs s\u00eb rastit,\nfjal\u00ebn e mori babai i Lulit, i cili shprehu d\u00ebshir\u00ebn e t\u00eb birit dhe t\u00eb tyren,\np\u00ebr lidhjen e fejes\u00ebs me djalin e tyre. N\u00eb moment, im at\u00eb, duke u uruar\nmir\u00ebseardhjen miqve, m\u2019u drejtua:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Meri, e di se ti je lidhur me Lulin. N\u00ebse e doni nj\u00ebri-tjetrin, s\u2019m\u00eb\nmbetet gj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr ve\u00e7se t\u2019ju uroj… \u2013 tha dhe m\u00eb p\u00ebrqafoi \u2013 Ju jap bekimin\ntim! <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I dham\u00eb dor\u00ebn nj\u00ebri-tjetrit dhe shpall\u00ebm fejes\u00ebn. N\u00eb nj\u00eb periudh\u00eb t\u00eb\nshkurt\u00ebr shk\u00ebmbyem edhe nishanet. Dhuratat q\u00eb m\u00eb soll\u00ebn prind\u00ebrit e Lulit,\nishin t\u00eb shk\u00eblqyera dhe t\u00eb \u00e7mueshme. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Me Lulin nisa t\u00eb kaloja m\u00eb shum\u00eb koh\u00eb. I fal\u00ebm virgj\u00ebrin\u00eb nj\u00ebri-tjetrit, m\u00eb\ndonte dhe e doja sa jet\u00ebn. Martes\u00ebn vendos\u00ebm ta b\u00ebnim pas 10 muajsh, pasi Luli\npo b\u00ebnte nj\u00eb sht\u00ebpi t\u00eb re dhe mendonte q\u00eb martes\u00ebn ta b\u00ebnim atje. N\u00eb sht\u00ebpin\u00eb e\nLulit shkoja rregullisht dhe, s\u00eb bashku me maman\u00eb e tij, b\u00ebnim pun\u00ebt e\nsht\u00ebpis\u00eb. Prind\u00ebrit e Lulit ishin njer\u00ebz t\u00eb shk\u00eblqyer dhe me kultur\u00eb. Mamaja\nkishte punuar n\u00eb arsim, nd\u00ebrsa babai, oficer. Ata m\u00eb donin si t\u00eb isha vajza e\ntyre. N\u00ebse kalonte nj\u00eb dit\u00eb pa m\u00eb par\u00eb, shqet\u00ebsoheshin. Lulin e kishin djal\u00eb t\u00eb\nvet\u00ebm dhe i plot\u00ebsonin t\u00eb gjitha d\u00ebshirat. Ai kishte edhe makin\u00eb benz dhe\nl\u00ebvizjet n\u00eb qytet i b\u00ebnte me makin\u00eb. Shpesh, prind\u00ebrit i b\u00ebnin v\u00ebrejtje se e\nngiste makin\u00ebn me shpejt\u00ebsi t\u00eb tepruar, aq sa kishte rrezikuar jet\u00eb njer\u00ebzish.\nPo b\u00ebnim 6 muaj fejes\u00eb, kishim nj\u00eb marr\u00ebdh\u00ebnie t\u00eb shk\u00eblqyer dhe planifikonim\nq\u00eb, pas martes\u00ebs, t\u00eb kishim nj\u00eb t\u00eb ardhme t\u00eb shk\u00eblqyer me f\u00ebmij\u00eb dhe\nperspektiv\u00eb. At\u00eb dit\u00eb, Luli pati shkuar t\u00eb shihte Vllaznin\u00eb n\u00eb Tiran\u00eb s\u00eb bashku\nme disa shok\u00eb. N\u00eb kthim nga Tirana, diku midis Lezh\u00ebs dhe Fush\u00eb-Kruj\u00ebs, nga\nshpejt\u00ebsia, makina doli nga rruga, u p\u00ebrplas me nj\u00eb pem\u00eb dhe p\u00ebrfundoi n\u00eb\nkanal. Shoku i Lulit vdiq n\u00eb vend, kurse ai u plagos. E d\u00ebrguan urgjent n\u00eb\nSpitalin Ushtarak, por nga plag\u00ebt e r\u00ebnda dhe humbja e gjakut, Luli humbi\njet\u00ebn. Kjo ishte nj\u00eb tragjedi e v\u00ebrtet\u00eb q\u00eb pik\u00eblloi thell\u00eb zemrat e prind\u00ebrve t\u00eb\ntij q\u00eb e pat\u00ebn djal\u00eb t\u00eb vet\u00ebm dhe ai i la n\u00eb nj\u00eb mosh\u00eb delikate t\u00eb jet\u00ebs s\u00eb\ntyre, dram\u00eb t\u00eb cil\u00ebn e kan\u00eb t\u00eb v\u00ebshtir\u00eb ta kalojn\u00eb…<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ajo tragjedi k\u00ebputi n\u00eb mes dashurin\u00eb ton\u00eb me Lulin; kjo tragjedi m\u00eb\ntronditi shpirt\u00ebrisht e psikologjikisht, m\u00eb trishtoi dhe solli nj\u00eb ndryshim\nthelb\u00ebsor n\u00eb jet\u00ebn time. Me humbjen e Lulit, humba lumturin\u00eb, shpres\u00ebn, humba\ngj\u00ebn\u00eb m\u00eb t\u00eb shtrenjt\u00eb t\u00eb jet\u00ebs, t\u00eb paz\u00ebvend\u00ebsueshmen, dashurin\u00eb time t\u00eb par\u00eb,\nat\u00eb lumturi q\u00eb m\u00eb solli ai njeri n\u00eb jet\u00ebn time. Po b\u00ebhen kaq koh\u00eb q\u00eb e kam humbur,\npor n\u00eb shpirt kam nj\u00eb dhimbje q\u00eb zor t\u00eb m\u00eb kaloj\u00eb t\u00ebr\u00eb jet\u00ebn. Kjo plag\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb e\npash\u00ebrueshme. Ndon\u00ebse ka kaluar koh\u00eb, kam n\u00eb kujtes\u00eb ato sjellje, p\u00ebrk\u00ebdhelje\ndhe virtyte t\u00eb rralla t\u00eb atij njeriu. Kjo histori m\u00eb solli nj\u00eb dhimbje dhe m\u00eb\nr\u00ebndoi psikologjikisht sa kurr\u00eb s\u2019kam p\u00ebr ta harruar. Nj\u00eb d\u00ebshir\u00eb kam n\u00eb zem\u00ebr;\nt\u2019u jap forc\u00eb prind\u00ebrve t\u00eb Lulit q\u00eb ajo ngjarje e mallkuar i trishtoi dhe i\nb\u00ebri t\u00eb lotojn\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00ebr\u00eb jet\u00ebn. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Jam Meri. Duke qen\u00eb tep\u00ebr e trishtuar dhe traumatizuar, me dhimbje n\u00eb shpirt p\u00ebr humbjen e t\u00eb dashurit tim n\u00eb nj\u00eb aksident automobilistik, desha jo vet\u00ebm t\u00eb b\u00ebhem pjes\u00eb e historive tuaja n\u00eb gazet\u00ebn tuaj t\u00eb mrekullueshme \u201cIntervista\u201d, por n\u00eb nj\u00ebfar\u00eb m\u00ebnyre, t\u00eb ngush\u00ebllohem p\u00ebr at\u00eb q\u00eb m\u00eb ndodhi. Mbarova gjimnazin dhe, p\u00ebr fatin tim […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":21119,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[94],"tags":[249],"class_list":["post-21251","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-histori-nga-jeta","tag-histori"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21251","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=21251"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21251\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/21119"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=21251"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=21251"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=21251"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}