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Un\u00eb q\u00eb po ju shkruaj quhem Miranda\ndhe jam nj\u00eb grua 45 vje\u00e7are. Jam martuar kur sapo kisha mbushur 24 vje\u00e7e. Djali\nme t\u00eb cilin u martova banonte n\u00eb pallatin p\u00ebrball\u00eb dhe ne duheshim shum\u00eb. N\u00eb\nat\u00eb koh\u00eb, t\u00eb gjith\u00eb kryenin detyrimin ushtarak. Edhe ai e b\u00ebri dhe meqen\u00ebse\nsillej mir\u00eb dhe kishte dh\u00ebn\u00eb rezultate, e mbajt\u00ebn n\u00eb pun\u00eb n\u00eb garnizon. Ai ishte\n27 vje\u00e7 kur ne u martuam dhe m\u00eb donte shum\u00eb. Dashuria jon\u00eb u bekua nga nj\u00eb\ndjal\u00eb i bukur dhe shum\u00eb i sh\u00ebndetsh\u00ebm. Akoma nuk kishim nj\u00eb sht\u00ebpi ton\u00ebn sepse\nnuk na kishte ardhur radha. At\u00ebher\u00eb, me strehimin merrej shteti dhe p\u00ebr k\u00ebt\u00eb\nduhej t\u00eb prisje pak, por nd\u00ebrkoh\u00eb na kishin dh\u00ebn\u00eb nj\u00eb dhom\u00eb n\u00eb nj\u00eb hotel. \u00c7do\ngj\u00eb shkonte p\u00ebr mrekulli, si n\u00eb p\u00ebrralla, por kur djali mbushi dy vje\u00e7, na\nndodhi nj\u00eb fatkeq\u00ebsi. Burri u nis\np\u00ebr n\u00eb pun\u00eb si \u00e7do m\u00ebngjes. Nga ora 10, trokiti dera. Ishin dy shok\u00ebt e tij m\u00eb\nt\u00eb mir\u00eb. Ata m\u00eb dhan\u00eb lajmin e kobsh\u00ebm. Burri im ndodhej n\u00eb spital n\u00eb gjendje\nmjaft t\u00eb r\u00ebnd\u00eb. Duke u shpjeguar arm\u00ebn disa t\u00eb rinjve, nuk e dinte q\u00eb kishte\nnj\u00eb fishek brenda dhe arma ishte shkrehur e ai ishte plagosur. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Shkova me nj\u00eb frym\u00eb n\u00eb spital, por\nai ishte n\u00eb koma. Jeta e tij mbahej vet\u00ebm nga aparati. Nj\u00eb tub lidhte jet\u00ebn me\nvdekjen e cila nuk vonoi dhe erdhi dy dit\u00eb m\u00eb pas. Ishte nj\u00eb tmerr p\u00ebr mua! Nuk\narrija ta mblidhja veten. N\u00eb funeral nuk e p\u00ebrmbajta veten, por n\u00eb dit\u00ebt m\u00eb pas\nfillova t\u00eb forcohesha. Ishte djali yn\u00eb q\u00eb me tekat e tij ma largonte vellon e\nzis\u00eb. \u00c7do dit\u00eb shkoja te vjehrra ime dhe t\u00eb dyja qanim pa pushim. Pastaj, ishte\nvog\u00eblushi q\u00eb ulej n\u00eb prehrin e vjehrr\u00ebs dhe i thoshte:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– O n\u00ebna pse qan? Ke frik\u00eb? Tani\nun\u00eb jam i madh dhe m\u00eb ke mua. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ai sa kishte filluar t\u00eb fliste\nmir\u00eb dhe mendimet e tij ishin t\u00eb thella. E v\u00ebshtronim t\u00eb dyja dhe e kuptonim se\nim shoq na kishte l\u00ebn\u00eb nj\u00eb trash\u00ebgim; djalin e tij, p\u00ebr t\u00eb na fshir\u00eb lot\u00ebt. Ai\ni ngjante shum\u00eb atij, si dy pika loti. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Koha eci dhe ne, s\u00eb bashku me t\u00eb.\nDjali u rrit dhe un\u00eb u shp\u00ebrngula nga ajo dhom\u00eb hoteli n\u00eb sht\u00ebpin\u00eb e vjehrr\u00ebs. Ajo\nvet\u00ebm at\u00eb djal\u00eb kishte patur dhe tashm\u00eb kishte vend p\u00ebr ne. Djali mbushi 6 vje\u00e7\ndhe do t\u00eb shkonte n\u00eb klas\u00eb t\u00eb par\u00eb. Ishte i vog\u00ebl kur mbeti pa baba, por\nmungesa e tij ishte e pranishme gjithmon\u00eb, sidomos n\u00eb dit\u00eb t\u00eb ve\u00e7anta, si\u00e7\nishte dita e par\u00eb e shkoll\u00ebs. E kaluam edhe k\u00ebt\u00eb dhe djali rritej pak e nga pak.\nPo ashtu, po tretej vjehrra ime. Dhimbjen e zemr\u00ebs s\u00eb saj mos e provoft\u00eb askush!\nAjo kishte nj\u00eb zem\u00ebr t\u00eb fikur, t\u00eb ftoht\u00eb, q\u00eb ngrohej vet\u00ebm nga nj\u00eb zjarr i\nvog\u00ebl n\u00eb cep t\u00eb saj, dashuria p\u00ebr nipin. Ajo u tret plot\u00ebsisht dhe n\u00eb dit\u00ebt e\nfundit, m\u00eb tha:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Faleminderit p\u00ebr t\u00eb gjitha ato\nq\u00eb ke b\u00ebr\u00eb p\u00ebr mua. Zoti m\u00eb dha vajz\u00ebn q\u00eb nuk e kisha n\u00eb rini, ma dha n\u00eb\npleq\u00ebri. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dhe vdiq. U m\u00ebrzita si t\u00eb ishte\nn\u00ebna ime. Tashm\u00eb, jeta ime ishte b\u00ebr\u00eb e v\u00ebshtir\u00eb. Nuk e p\u00ebrballoja dot. Me\ndemokracin\u00eb q\u00eb erdhi, m\u00eb hoq\u00ebn nga puna dhe djali po rritej e duhet t\u2019i\nplot\u00ebsoja t\u00eb pakt\u00ebn disa nga d\u00ebshirat dhe gj\u00ebrat e nevojshme. Kisha nj\u00eb v\u00eblla\nn\u00eb Itali dhe ai duke par\u00eb gjendjen time, m\u00eb ofroi t\u00eb shkoja atje. M\u00eb dukej se\npo b\u00ebja ndonj\u00eb tradhti duke ikur nga burri dhe vjehrra ime, por ata tashm\u00eb\nishin t\u00eb vdekur dhe ne, t\u00eb gjall\u00ebt, duhet t\u00eb jetonim. U nisa p\u00ebr Itali me kok\u00ebn\npas. Atje, p\u00ebr \u00e7udi, m\u00eb eci mir\u00eb. Edhe djali po ecte shum\u00eb mir\u00eb n\u00eb shkoll\u00eb. U\nambientua shpejt dhe un\u00eb, gjithashtu. Gjeta nj\u00eb pun\u00eb t\u00eb mir\u00eb si pastruese n\u00eb\nnj\u00eb hotel. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Me kalimin e viteve, djali arriti\nn\u00eb mosh\u00ebn delikate t\u00eb adoleshenc\u00ebs. Megjith\u00ebse pun\u00ebn e kisha t\u00eb mir\u00eb, kishte\nnj\u00eb gj\u00eb q\u00eb \u00e7alonte. Punoja mbasdite dhe deri n\u00eb or\u00ebt e vona t\u00eb nat\u00ebs. Kur djali\nishte i vog\u00ebl, e lija gjithmon\u00eb me nusen e v\u00ebllait tim, por kur filloi t\u00eb rritej,\np\u00ebrtonte t\u00eb shkonte. Kishte d\u00ebshir\u00eb t\u00eb rrinte n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi vet\u00ebm. Rrija t\u00ebr\u00eb merak\nte puna dhe k\u00ebt\u00eb e kishte v\u00ebn\u00eb re dhe shefi im, ndaj nj\u00eb dit\u00eb m\u00eb pyeti:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– T\u00eb shoh shum\u00eb t\u00eb shqet\u00ebsuar,\n\u00e7far\u00eb ke? Mund t\u00eb t\u00eb ndihmoj?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mendova se do t\u00eb m\u00eb hiqte fare\nnga puna, k\u00ebshtu q\u00eb nuk i thash\u00eb gj\u00eb. Na \u00ebsht\u00eb b\u00ebr\u00eb fiksim se k\u00ebta pronar\u00ebt,\np\u00ebr pak gj\u00eb, t\u00eb heqin nga puna. Ai nuk u bind nga fjala ime dhe kishte pyetur\nnj\u00eb shoqen time italiane. Ajo, si\u00e7 jan\u00eb t\u00eb gjith\u00eb italian\u00ebt, nuk kishte\nngurruar aspak dhe i kishte th\u00ebn\u00eb se kisha merak p\u00ebr djalin i cili rrinte vet\u00ebm\nn\u00eb sht\u00ebpi. Ai, t\u00eb nes\u00ebrmen, n\u00eb or\u00ebn 7 t\u00eb dark\u00ebs, m\u00eb tha:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Mund t\u00eb shkosh n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi tani.\nQ\u00eb sot e tutje, ti do t\u00eb punosh 6 or\u00eb. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
U k\u00ebnaqa aq shum\u00eb dhe mendova q\u00eb\nt\u2019ia b\u00ebja djalit surpriz\u00eb dhe nuk i telefonova. Kur u afrova pran\u00eb sht\u00ebpis\u00eb,\ndritat e saj ishin t\u00eb fikura. Futem brenda dhe asgj\u00eb. Marr n\u00eb telefon djalin\ndhe e pyes se ku \u00ebsht\u00eb. Ai m\u00eb g\u00ebnjeu dhe m\u00eb tha se ishte n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi. Nuk i\nthash\u00eb asgj\u00eb dhe u ula n\u00eb divan e po prisja. Ku nuk m\u00eb shkonte mendja. Nga ora\n10, ai u kthye. Kur m\u00eb pa, nuk reagoi dhe u fut n\u00eb dhom\u00ebn e tij pa m\u00eb folur\nfare. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I shkova nga pas. Hapa der\u00ebn dhe\ne kuptova. Ai ishte i droguar. Po un\u00eb, ku isha? Pse nuk hapja syt\u00eb t\u00eb shikoja e\nt\u00eb merresha me djalin tim? Isha zhytur n\u00eb pun\u00eb dhe mendoja se ai tashm\u00eb prap\u00eb ishte\ni vog\u00ebl. E neglizhova adoleshenc\u00ebn dhe ja \u00e7`m\u00eb doli. U ula p\u00ebrs\u00ebri n\u00eb t\u00eb\nnj\u00ebjtin divan, por tashm\u00eb mendimet q\u00eb kisha kur isha ulur m\u00eb par\u00eb aty, nuk\nishin m\u00eb. Tani un\u00eb dija gjith\u00e7ka. Po a ishte von\u00eb tani? \u00c7do nat\u00eb kur vija nga\npuna, e gjeja djalin n\u00eb gjum\u00eb dhe n\u00eb m\u00ebngjes ngrihej normal. Mua as q\u00eb m\u00eb\nkishte shkuar mendja se pse ai flinte aq shum\u00eb. Un\u00eb nuk kisha qen\u00eb aty. Ja \u00e7`m\u00eb\nndodhi. \u00c7`do t\u00eb b\u00ebja tani? As vet\u00eb s\u2019e dija, vet\u00ebn dija q\u00eb nuk do t\u00eb vija dot\ngjum\u00eb n\u00eb syt\u00eb e mi. T\u00eb nes\u00ebrmen po e prisja n\u00eb t\u00eb nj\u00ebjtin divan, por prap\u00eb\nkisha ndryshuar. Her\u00ebn e par\u00eb isha e pushtuar nga mendimet, her\u00ebn e dyt\u00eb nga\nankthi e tashm\u00eb kisha nj\u00eb plan n\u00eb kok\u00eb. Un\u00eb isha ajo q\u00eb kisha p\u00ebrballuar shum\u00eb\ngj\u00ebra t\u00eb k\u00ebqija q\u00eb m\u00eb kishin ndodhur dhe, pa dyshim, do ta kaloja edhe k\u00ebt\u00eb,\nduhej ta kaloja. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Mir\u00ebm\u00ebngjes! Si u gdhive sot?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Mir\u00eb – m\u00eb tha – si gjithmon\u00eb. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Ti je si gjithmon\u00eb, por jo un\u00eb.\n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ai nuk mbante mend se un\u00eb kisha qen\u00eb\nn\u00eb sht\u00ebpi kur ai kishte ardhur. M\u00eb pa me habi. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Mos m\u00eb shih ashtu se i di t\u00eb\ngjitha!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ai ishte nj\u00eb djal\u00eb me edukat\u00eb,\nsepse edhe vjehrra ime dhe un\u00eb, t\u00eb till\u00eb e kishim edukuar, prandaj uli syt\u00eb dhe\nm\u00eb tha:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb ashtu si\u00e7 mendon ti. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Po si \u00ebsht\u00eb? Si na qenka droga\ntani, q\u00eb un\u00eb t\u00eb mendoj m\u00eb mir\u00eb?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Nuk kisha pir\u00eb drog\u00eb, por\nhashash. \u00cbsht\u00eb si cigarja dhe e leht\u00eb, nuk ka asnj\u00eb pasoj\u00eb. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Po pas saj, \u00e7far\u00eb na vjen? E di\nti se si kalon nga nj\u00ebra te tjetra deri te m\u00eb e forta?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Debatuam t\u00eb dy, por tashm\u00eb planet\nishin b\u00ebr\u00eb n\u00eb kok\u00ebn time. Ishte djali im dhe e kisha dy her\u00eb amanet nga burri\ndhe vjehrra. T\u00eb nes\u00ebrmen lajm\u00ebrova shefin se nuk do t\u00eb shkoja m\u00eb n\u00eb pun\u00eb dhe\nshkoll\u00ebn, se ai ishte s\u00ebmur\u00eb e nuk shkonte dot. E mbajta pas meje p\u00ebr m\u00eb shum\u00eb se\ndy jav\u00eb dhe m\u00eb pas, e lash\u00eb t\u00eb shkonte n\u00eb shkoll\u00eb. Ai shkonte n\u00eb shkoll\u00eb e un\u00eb\npas tij, duke e p\u00ebrgjuar. Kisha shum\u00eb frik\u00eb se mos pinte prap\u00eb. Kjo gj\u00eb zgjati\np\u00ebr rreth 4 muaj. Ai e kishte kuptuar se e ndiqja q\u00eb n\u00eb fillim, k\u00ebshtu q\u00eb i\nshkoja drejt e n\u00eb klas\u00eb n\u00eb \u00e7do pushim. Ai, n\u00eb fakt, mund ta pinte sa her\u00eb t\u00eb\ndonte edhe pse un\u00eb i isha b\u00ebr\u00eb roje, por si duket e kishte kuptuar edhe vet\u00eb.\nNj\u00eb dit\u00eb ai m\u00eb tha disa fjal\u00eb t\u00eb cilat m\u00eb mir\u00eb t\u00eb kisha vdekur e t\u00eb mos i kisha\nd\u00ebgjuar. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Kishim dal\u00eb p\u00ebr pazar dhe m\u00eb tha:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Mami, tani nuk ke pse t\u00eb m\u00eb\nndjek\u00ebsh m\u00eb. Un\u00eb tani e kam kuptuar se si shkojn\u00eb shkall\u00eb- shkall\u00eb nga nj\u00eb\ndrog\u00eb e leht\u00eb te m\u00eb e forta. E di se nuk m\u00eb beson, por p\u00ebr shpirtin e babit,\nnuk do t\u00eb pi m\u00eb as duhan e jo m\u00eb gj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nuk kisha \u00e7`t\u2019i thosha, k\u00ebshtu q\u00eb\nheshta. Q\u00eb nga ajo dit\u00eb, un\u00eb besova tek ai dhe ai sot e k\u00ebsaj dite \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb\ndjal\u00eb shembullor, ashtu si donin ta shihnin vjehrra, burri im dhe sidomos un\u00eb.\nAi \u00ebsht\u00eb gj\u00ebja m\u00eb e \u00e7muar q\u00eb kam, prandaj e ruaj si drit\u00ebn e syrit. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Un\u00eb q\u00eb po ju shkruaj quhem Miranda dhe jam nj\u00eb grua 45 vje\u00e7are. Jam martuar kur sapo kisha mbushur 24 vje\u00e7e. Djali me t\u00eb cilin u martova banonte n\u00eb pallatin p\u00ebrball\u00eb dhe ne duheshim shum\u00eb. N\u00eb at\u00eb koh\u00eb, t\u00eb gjith\u00eb kryenin detyrimin ushtarak. Edhe ai e b\u00ebri dhe meqen\u00ebse sillej mir\u00eb dhe kishte dh\u00ebn\u00eb rezultate, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":21363,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[94],"tags":[249],"class_list":["post-21362","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\/21362","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=21362"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21362\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/21363"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=21362"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=21362"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=21362"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}