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N\u00eb mosh\u00eb shum\u00eb t\u00eb vog\u00ebl u martova me nj\u00eb burr\u00eb nga fshati im. Ishim\nmoshatar\u00eb. Ai isht\u00eb nj\u00eb njeri i urt\u00eb e punonte murator, por murator\u00ebt\npaguheshim pak, k\u00ebshtu q\u00eb gjendja jon\u00eb ekonomike nuk ishte e mir\u00eb. Zoti na dha\ndy f\u00ebmij\u00eb, nj\u00eb djal\u00eb dhe nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb. Dy vjet pas lindjes, vajza m\u2019u s\u00ebmur r\u00ebnd\u00eb.\nKishte vet\u00ebm grip dhe meqen\u00ebse isha larg nga qyteti dhe nuk e \u00e7ova n\u00eb koh\u00eb te\ndoktori, nga temperatura e lart\u00eb, kaloi n\u00eb meningjit dhe m\u00eb vdiq. U m\u00ebrzita\nshum\u00eb e nuk kishte asgj\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00eb b\u00ebnte ta kaloja dhimbjen. Djali ishte 5 vje\u00e7.\nE doja shum\u00eb, por mendja m\u00eb rrinte vet\u00ebm te vdekja e vajz\u00ebs. Burri filloi t\u00eb\npinte e t\u00eb vinte n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi i dehur. N\u00eb fillim nuk b\u00ebnte zhurm\u00eb, vet\u00ebm flinte, por\nm\u00eb von\u00eb, ai filloi t\u00eb m\u00eb rrihte dhe un\u00eb zihesha shum\u00eb me t\u00eb. Pak se m\u00eb kishte\nvdekur vajza e ishim t\u00eb varf\u00ebr, por t\u00eb duroja dhe t\u00eb pir\u00ebt e t\u00eb rrahurat e tij!\nIsha n\u00eb nj\u00eb gjendje mjaft t\u00eb v\u00ebshtir\u00eb. Nj\u00eb nat\u00eb, ai kishte pir\u00eb si asnj\u00ebher\u00eb\ntjet\u00ebr, m\u00eb rrahu aq shum\u00eb sa nuk e dija ku isha dhe \u00e7\u2019po b\u00ebja. Mora vrull dhe e\nq\u00ebllova n\u00eb kraharor. Atij iu zu fryma dhe m\u2019u duk sikur vdiq, por si\u00e7 thot\u00eb\nedhe populli, \u201ct\u00eb keqin, s\u2019e gjen gj\u00eb e keqe\u201d. E keqja do t\u00eb m\u00eb gjente mua\npastaj. Ai u ngrit me gjysm\u00eb fryme, hapi der\u00ebn e m\u00eb tha:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Jasht\u00eb nga sht\u00ebpia ime e mos u kthe m\u00eb kurr\u00eb! <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Jo, – i thash\u00eb, – nuk dal. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ai m\u00eb kapi nga flok\u00ebt e m\u00eb nxori jasht\u00eb. Ishte nj\u00eb dit\u00eb e fresk\u00ebt vere dhe\nun\u00eb fjeta gjith\u00eb nat\u00ebn jasht\u00eb. T\u00eb nes\u00ebrmen, trokita n\u00eb der\u00eb. Ai doli. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– M\u00eb l\u00ebr t\u00eb futem brenda – i thash\u00eb. Mendova se i kishte dal\u00eb pija dhe nuk\nmbante mend gj\u00eb nga nata e m\u00ebparshme. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Jo! Ti nuk ke m\u00eb vend n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb sht\u00ebpi. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Mir\u00eb, – i thash\u00eb, – por m\u00eb nxirr djalin jasht\u00eb, bashk\u00eb me pak rroba sa p\u00ebr\nta nd\u00ebrruar. Me zor nuk hyj brenda. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– As djalin nuk do ta marr\u00ebsh e as brenda nuk do t\u00eb hysh. Ti, t\u00eb m\u00eb rrah\u00ebsh\nmua?! Ik me t\u00eb mir\u00eb sa nuk m\u00eb kan\u00eb hipur nervat e mbr\u00ebmshme. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Iu luta e iu p\u00ebrgj\u00ebrova, por ai nuk m\u00eb d\u00ebgjoi. U nisa p\u00ebr te sht\u00ebpia e\nprind\u00ebrve t\u00eb mi. Kaluan dit\u00eb, jav\u00eb e muaj e me gjith\u00eb p\u00ebrpjekjet e shumta, un\u00eb\ne njer\u00ebzit e mi nuk arrit\u00ebm t\u00eb merrnim djalin e asgj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr. Koha kalonte e p\u00ebr\nmua \u00e7do dit\u00eb q\u00eb vinte ishte m\u00eb e keqe se ajo e m\u00ebparshmja. Pas disa koh\u00ebsh, ai\nu nis p\u00ebr Itali s\u00eb bashku me djalin dhe mua s`m\u00eb mbetej gj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr ve\u00e7se t\u00eb d\u00ebgjoja\n\u00e7\u2019flitej p\u00ebr ta nga goj\u00ebt e njer\u00ebzve. Pas 5 vjet\u00ebsh m\u00eb vdiq n\u00ebna dhe un\u00eb e babi\nu bashkuam me v\u00ebllain e nusen e tij, por v\u00ebshtir\u00eb t\u00eb rrish s\u00eb bashku, k\u00ebshtu q\u00eb\nmua m\u00eb prezantuan me nj\u00eb djal\u00eb. Ai ishte shum\u00eb i bukur dhe i pasur, por ishte i\nverb\u00ebr. Ai n\u00eb fakt nuk kishte lindur i till\u00eb, por kur po luante me shok\u00ebt rreth\nmosh\u00ebs 15 vje\u00e7are af\u00ebr repartit ushtarak, kishin gjetur nj\u00eb bomb\u00eb dhe i kishte\nshp\u00ebrthyer n\u00eb dor\u00eb. N\u00eb fytyr\u00eb nuk kishte shum\u00eb shenja, ama syt\u00eb nuk i kishin\nardhur m\u00eb. Nuk u mendova gjat\u00eb sepse doja t\u00eb ikja nga sht\u00ebpia e v\u00ebllait, k\u00ebshtu\nq\u00eb pranova. Ai banonte n\u00eb nj\u00eb qytet tjet\u00ebr dhe p\u00ebr mua, ky nuk ishte problem, madje\nishte nj\u00eb gj\u00eb shum\u00eb e mir\u00eb se n\u00eb qytetin tim kisha m\u00eb shum\u00eb kujtime t\u00eb hidhura\nsesa t\u00eb g\u00ebzuara. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Q\u00eb at\u00ebhere e deri tani, ne jetojm\u00eb bashk\u00eb. Jeta jon\u00eb nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb aq e thjesht\u00eb\nsa e \u00e7do njeriu tjet\u00ebr. Kur u njoha mir\u00eb me t\u00eb, doli se ishte tre vjet m\u00eb i\nvog\u00ebl se un\u00eb, nuk ishte martuar asnj\u00ebher\u00eb dhe nuk kishte patur fem\u00ebr tjet\u00ebr. U\nhabita nga njohurit\u00eb e atij njeriu. Ai n\u00eb fillim nuk kishte asnj\u00eb k\u00ebrkes\u00eb t\u00eb\nve\u00e7ant\u00eb. Ai k\u00ebnaqej me mua dhe sidomos me gatimin tim. Edhe un\u00eb ndjehesha mir\u00eb.\nAtij ia treguar t\u00eb gjith\u00eb historin\u00eb time t\u00eb trisht\u00eb. Kur ia tregova, ai m\u00eb shtr\u00ebngoi\ndhe m\u00eb tha:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Tashm\u00eb, t\u00eb gjitha t\u00eb k\u00ebqijat kaluan. Tani e tutje nuk do t\u00eb ket\u00eb asnj\u00eb re\nt\u00eb zez\u00eb n\u00eb qiellin t\u00ebnd. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
K\u00ebto fjal\u00eb prej shkrimtari ishin t\u00eb ngrohta sepse dilnin nga thell\u00ebsia e\nshpirtit t\u00eb tij. At\u00ebhere u binda se nuk kisha vepruar gabim q\u00eb isha martuar me\nk\u00ebt\u00eb njeri. Pas nj\u00ebfar\u00eb kohe, ai m\u00eb tha:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Nes\u00ebr vjen v\u00ebllai im q\u00eb banon n\u00eb Itali. Do t\u00eb dal\u00ebsh ti ta pres\u00ebsh. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Do t\u00eb dalim bashk\u00eb! – i thash\u00eb. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ai ishte m\u00ebsuar t\u00eb dilte pak se nuk kishte kush ta shoq\u00ebronte, por un\u00eb ia\nndryshova m\u00ebnyr\u00ebn e jetes\u00ebs. E merrja kudo me vete dhe nuk m\u00eb lodhte aspak. Madje,\nai, me men\u00e7urin\u00eb e tij, m\u00eb k\u00ebnaqte e ndihesha shum\u00eb me fat q\u00eb jetoja me t\u00eb. V\u00ebllai\ni tij erdhi s\u00eb bashku me nusen. Ai ishte nj\u00eb njeri shum\u00eb i mir\u00eb dhe m\u00eb fal\u00ebnderonte\n\u00e7do minut\u00eb p\u00ebr at\u00eb q\u00eb po b\u00ebja me v\u00ebllain e tij. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– E kam burr\u00eb! – i thash\u00eb. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– E di q\u00eb e ke burr\u00eb, po k\u00ebshtu si i rri ti atij, as n\u00ebna nuk do t`i rrinte\npo t\u00eb ishte gjall\u00eb. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
M\u2019u b\u00eb qejfi. Ata ndenj\u00ebn nj\u00eb jav\u00eb dhe u k\u00ebnaq\u00ebm. Disa her\u00eb i gjeja t\u00eb dy\nv\u00ebllez\u00ebrit t\u00eb flisnin ve\u00e7mas dhe, sapo futesha un\u00eb, ata e linin muhabetin. \u201cV\u00ebllez\u00ebr,\nmendoja, pa dyshim kan\u00eb t\u00eb fshehtat e tyre\u201d. Kishin kaluar pak koh\u00eb dhe un\u00eb\nduhet t\u00eb isha shtatz\u00ebn\u00eb, por nuk po ndodhte. Ai kishte d\u00ebshir\u00eb t\u00eb kishte nj\u00eb\nf\u00ebmij\u00eb dhe un\u00eb dojat t\u2019ia plot\u00ebsoja k\u00ebt\u00eb d\u00ebshir\u00eb. Ishim t\u00eb lumtur dhe donim t\u00eb\nishim m\u00eb shum\u00eb. U p\u00ebrpoq\u00ebm, mora ila\u00e7e, por asgj\u00eb. U lodh\u00ebm duke b\u00ebr\u00eb vizita e\nduke pir\u00eb ila\u00e7e. Ai m\u00eb tha se edhe donte t\u00eb kishte nj\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00eb, por nganj\u00ebher\u00eb\nedhe nuk donte. Jo p\u00ebr veten e tij, se do t\u00eb m\u00ebrzitej kur t\u00eb mos e shihte teksa\nrritej, por p\u00ebr vet\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00ebn, i cili nuk do t\u00eb kishte nj\u00eb baba si shok\u00ebt e tij.\nAi do ta vuante shum\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb gj\u00eb, por un\u00eb e kund\u00ebrshtoja dhe i thoja se f\u00ebmija yn\u00eb\ndo t\u00eb ishte krenar p\u00ebr t\u00eb. Ai do t\u00eb ishte nj\u00eb baba nj\u00eb mij\u00eb her\u00eb m\u00eb i mir\u00eb se\nata q\u00eb shohin sepse ka nj\u00eb zem\u00ebr q\u00eb rrall\u00eb njeri e ka. Por, p\u00ebrpjekjet tona p\u00ebr\nt\u00eb patur nj\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00eb shkuan kot. T\u00eb pakt\u00ebn kisha provuar ndjesin\u00eb q\u00eb ke kur\nb\u00ebhesh n\u00ebn\u00eb, megjith\u00ebse f\u00ebmija im ishte larguar nga un\u00eb dhe nuk e kishte ndjer\u00eb\np\u00ebr nj\u00eb koh\u00eb t\u00eb gjat\u00eb dashurin\u00eb e n\u00ebn\u00ebs. Ndoshta m\u00eb kishte harruar fare. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Do t\u00eb vij\u00eb v\u00ebllai prap\u00eb. Do t\u00eb dalim ta presim. – m\u00eb tha burri vet\u00ebm nj\u00eb\nmuaj pas ikjes s\u00eb v\u00ebllait.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Po ai tani ishte! – u habita. – Pse po vjen kaq shpesh?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Po m\u00ebrzitesh se nuk do q\u00eb t\u00eb vij\u00eb? – m\u00eb tha. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– \u00c7`\u00ebsht\u00eb ajo fjal\u00eb? Un\u00eb at\u00eb e dua si ta kem v\u00eblla. \u00c7`m\u00eb thua k\u00ebshtu?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– E mir\u00eb, mir\u00eb, b\u00ebra shaka! – buz\u00ebqeshi ai.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
T\u00eb nes\u00ebrmen u nis\u00ebm p\u00ebr n\u00eb aeroport dhe po prisnim se avioni ishte nj\u00eb or\u00eb\nme vones\u00eb. Ne t\u00eb dy ishim ulur n\u00eb nj\u00eb kafe e po prisnim. Ai m\u2019u duk pak i\ntensionuar. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– \u00c7far\u00eb ke? Mos je i s\u00ebmur\u00eb? Nuk m\u00eb dukesh mir\u00eb. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Nuk kam asgj\u00eb, – m\u00eb tha – por b\u00ebhem merak se pse po vonohet avioni. Kam\nfrik\u00eb mos i ndodh ndonj\u00eb gj\u00eb. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Mos mendo keq t\u00eb lutem. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Avioni erdhi dhe un\u00eb menj\u00ebher\u00eb u ktheva nga ai dhe i thash\u00eb:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Tani mund t\u00eb jesh i qet\u00eb. \u00c7do gj\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb n\u00eb rregull. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ai pohoi me kok\u00eb, por prap\u00eb nuk dha ndonj\u00eb shenj\u00eb. \u201cNj\u00eb hall e ka ky!\u201d, mendova,\npor atij nuk i tash\u00eb gj\u00eb. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Njer\u00ebzit kalonin nj\u00eb nga nj\u00eb, kur ja ku u duk dhe kunati, bashk\u00eb me nj\u00eb\ndjal\u00eb. Mendova se rast\u00ebsisht do t\u00eb ishin njohur n\u00eb avion, por ata t\u00eb dy u\nndal\u00ebn para nesh. Dy v\u00ebllez\u00ebrit u p\u00ebrqafuan me nj\u00ebri-tjerin, duheshin shum\u00eb. Pastaj,\nkunati m\u00eb dha dor\u00ebn e m\u00eb puthi dhe pastaj m\u00eb tha:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– T\u00eb njoh me k\u00ebt\u00eb djalin. – dhe u kthye nga ai – Ky \u00ebsht\u00eb djali yt!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
U shtanga. N\u00eb moment nuk mbaj mend asgj\u00eb. Kur u p\u00ebrmenda, mbi kok\u00ebn time\nishin shum\u00eb sy q\u00eb m\u00eb shikonin me trishtim. E kuptova se m\u00eb kishte r\u00ebn\u00eb t\u00eb fik\u00ebt.\nP\u00ebr disa sekonda, m\u00eb kaluan para syve ngjarjet e fundit. Ishte e v\u00ebrtet\u00eb? M\u00eb\nngrit\u00ebn dhe t\u00eb gjith\u00eb njer\u00ebzit u larguan, mbet\u00ebn vet\u00ebm ata t\u00eb tre dhe, mes tyre\nai, djali im. E pabesueshme! Iu afrova dhe e sht\u00ebrngova fort. Edhe ai m\u00eb\np\u00ebrqafoi. Doja t\u2019i jepja p\u00ebrqafimet e gjith\u00eb koh\u00ebs q\u00eb nuk e kisha par\u00eb, por a\nishte e mundur? E putha dhe u ktheva nga burri im. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Ti je njeriu m\u00eb i mir\u00eb n\u00eb bot\u00eb! – i thash\u00eb dhe e putha fort. Ishte e\nv\u00ebrtet\u00eb. Ai m\u00eb kishte b\u00ebr\u00eb dhurat\u00ebn m\u00eb t\u00eb bukur q\u00eb mund t`i b\u00ebje nj\u00eb n\u00ebn\u00eb. Ai\nm\u00eb kishte kthyer djalin tim. Ai kishte b\u00ebr\u00eb q\u00eb kunati im ta gjente n\u00eb Itali e\nt\u00eb ma sillte drit\u00ebn e syve t\u00eb mi. Ja pra pse jam njeriu m\u00eb i lumtur n\u00eb bot\u00eb, sepse\nkam n\u00eb krah nj\u00eb njeri si ai. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
N\u00eb mosh\u00eb shum\u00eb t\u00eb vog\u00ebl u martova me nj\u00eb burr\u00eb nga fshati im. Ishim moshatar\u00eb. Ai isht\u00eb nj\u00eb njeri i urt\u00eb e punonte murator, por murator\u00ebt paguheshim pak, k\u00ebshtu q\u00eb gjendja jon\u00eb ekonomike nuk ishte e mir\u00eb. Zoti na dha dy f\u00ebmij\u00eb, nj\u00eb djal\u00eb dhe nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb. Dy vjet pas lindjes, vajza m\u2019u s\u00ebmur r\u00ebnd\u00eb. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":21390,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[94],"tags":[2106],"class_list":["post-21389","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-histori-nga-jeta","tag-historia"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21389","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=21389"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21389\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/21390"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=21389"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=21389"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=21389"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}