Sot do t\u00eb ishte nj\u00eb p\u00ebrvjetor shum\u00eb i bukur! Un\u00eb q\u00eb po ju shkruaj, jam G. Sot do t\u00eb kujtonim \u00e7astet tona, si u njoh\u00ebm! <\/p>\n\n\n\n
E mbaj mend at\u00eb dit\u00eb me shi, si\u00e7 jan\u00eb dit\u00ebt k\u00ebtu n\u00eb Tiran\u00eb. Syt\u00eb e tu m\u00eb prek\u00ebn e un\u00eb, me naivitetin tim, t\u00eb buz\u00ebqesha.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ishte e para her\u00eb q\u00eb pas asaj q\u00eb m\u00eb kishte ndodhur t\u2019i qeshja dikujt dhe ta b\u00ebja v\u00ebrtet me naivitet. Biseda dhe njohja jon\u00eb, q\u00eb aty filloi. Me ty ndihesha vetja ime, m\u00eb plot\u00ebsoje zemr\u00ebn. D\u00ebshirat e p\u00ebrbashk\u00ebta na afruan m\u00eb shum\u00eb, duke na b\u00ebr\u00eb nj\u00eb. \u00c7do telefonat\u00eb me ty ishte m\u00eb shum\u00eb se k\u00ebnaq\u00ebsi. K\u00ebshtu filloi edhe dashuria mes nesh. Thur\u00ebm plane dhe jet\u00ebn n\u00eb vazhdim e kishim imagjinuar deri n\u00eb detajet m\u00eb t\u00eb vogla. Un\u00eb vazhdoja shkoll\u00ebn dhe s\u00eb bashku do t\u00eb gjenim nj\u00eb pun\u00eb t\u00eb p\u00ebrshtatshme. Prind\u00ebrit tan\u00eb ishin ata q\u00eb na udh\u00ebzuan e na p\u00ebrkrah\u00ebn m\u00eb shum\u00eb se \u00e7do njeri. Edhe pse po ecnim si me hapa bebesh, p\u00ebrs\u00ebri jeta me ty nuk ishte monotone. Shoq\u00ebria jon\u00eb ishte tep\u00ebr e k\u00ebndshme dhe miqt\u00eb tan\u00eb, tep\u00ebr t\u00eb \u00e7ilt\u00ebr. Net\u00eb t\u00eb t\u00ebra pa gjum\u00eb duke biseduar pa pushim, duke par\u00eb n\u00eb sy nj\u00ebri-tjetrin e duke shijuar \u00e7do moment. M\u00eb pyesje: <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cKush i ka syt\u00eb m\u00eb t\u00eb\nbukur, un\u00eb apo ti?\u201d. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Syt\u00eb e mi pasqyronin\nngroht\u00ebsin\u00eb e dashurin\u00eb q\u00eb kisha p\u00ebr ty. Syt\u00eb e tu qeshnin, tregonin di\u00e7ka… por\n\u00e7far\u00eb? Bashk\u00eb u p\u00ebrplas\u00ebm me shum\u00eb probleme e prap\u00eb bashk\u00eb e gjet\u00ebm m\u00ebnyr\u00ebn dhe\ni kaluam. M\u00eb ngacmoje me fjal\u00eb, m\u00eb b\u00ebje t\u00eb qaja, t\u00eb qeshja. Isha si nj\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00eb\ni lumtur q\u00eb jeta i dha nj\u00eb shans p\u00ebr t\u00eb jetuar p\u00ebrs\u00ebri n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb bot\u00eb t\u00eb frikshme,\nn\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb bot\u00eb ku ha buk\u00eb me miq dhe zgjohesh me armiq. T`ju them t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00ebn, un\u00eb\ne mendoja tashm\u00eb veten time t\u00eb realizuar. Mendoja se tashm\u00eb i kisha v\u00ebn\u00eb gj\u00ebrat\nn\u00eb vij\u00eb, por \u00ebndrra ime dhe gjith\u00e7ka tjet\u00ebr, nj\u00eb dit\u00eb, u shua. Nj\u00eb telefonat\u00eb, nj\u00eb\nz\u00eb n\u00eb fund t\u00eb telefonit q\u00eb fliste p\u00ebr ty… Njer\u00ebzit p\u00ebrreth bisedonin e syt\u00eb e\ntyre m\u00eb shikonin me m\u00ebshir\u00eb, por un\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb s\u2019e kisha v\u00ebn\u00eb re deri at\u00eb dit\u00eb. Ajo\nq\u00eb kurr\u00eb nuk ia pata frik\u00ebn ishte mes nesh si nj\u00eb virus q\u00eb shkat\u00ebrronte\ngjith\u00e7ka: Nj\u00eb e tret\u00eb! Gjithmon\u00eb t\u00eb kisha k\u00ebrkuar t\u00eb ishe i sinqert\u00eb me mua.\nShum\u00eb persona na kishin zili p\u00ebr at\u00eb q\u00eb kishim krijuar. Pse duhet t\u00eb prishnim gjith\u00e7ka?!\nFilluan justifikimet, ato q\u00eb urreja m\u00eb shum\u00eb. Nuk dija kush isha m\u00eb sepse n\u00eb veten\ntime kisha humbur logjik\u00ebn p\u00ebr t\u00eb kuptuar \u00e7\u2019po ndodhte dhe s`po kuptoja m\u00eb as kush\nishe ti.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Plot 12 or\u00eb duke\nbiseduar, duke u shpjeguar e z\u00ebri yt s\u2019m\u00eb dukej m\u00eb i \u00ebmb\u00ebl, syt\u00eb m\u00eb dukeshin\nsikur e kishin t\u00eb shkruar n\u00eb ta: \u201cFaj\u201d. M\u00eb k\u00ebrkove t\u00eb falur me or\u00eb t\u00eb t\u00ebra. Qam\u00eb\nt\u00eb dy e ti zgjasje dor\u00ebn p\u00ebr t\u00eb fshir\u00eb lot\u00ebt e mi. S`t\u00eb duroja dot pran\u00eb. Ato\nduar ishin t\u00eb ashpra, t\u00eb ftohta, t\u00eb huaja. Pse ma b\u00ebre k\u00ebt\u00eb? Nuk t\u00eb mjaftoi\nbesimi im, respekti, dashuria ime? S`t\u00eb kishin mjaftuar lot\u00ebt e buz\u00ebqeshjet e\nmia? S`t\u00eb kishte mjaftuar jeta ime q\u00eb ta fala pa u menduar dy her\u00eb? Gjith\u00e7ka q\u00eb\nkishim krijuar, e vrave me dor\u00ebn e trupin t\u00ebnd, me mendjen t\u00ebnde t\u00eb hamshorit. Kufijt\u00eb\ne mi i dije e ti nuk pyete, shkele mbi ta pa m\u00ebshir\u00ebn m\u00eb t\u00eb vog\u00ebl. Or\u00ebt e\nminutat kalonin e se kuptoja \u00e7\u2019po b\u00ebja akoma me ty sepse me zem\u00ebr nuk isha m\u00eb e\njotja. Zbardhi dita, ulur t\u00eb dy n\u00eb pak distanc\u00eb me nj\u00ebri-tjetrin, akoma t\u00eb d\u00ebgjoja\nty. Fjal\u00ebt ting\u00ebllonin shum\u00eb zhurmsh\u00ebm se as ti nuk ishe i qart\u00eb n\u00eb vetvete. N\u00eb\nmendjen time kisha d\u00ebshir\u00eb t\u00eb t\u00eb p\u00ebrqafoja, t\u00eb t\u00eb puthja, t\u00eb hidhja gjith\u00e7ka\npas krah\u00ebve, por zemra s`m\u00eb b\u00ebnte. Nuk kisha guxim as t\u00eb rrija m\u00eb e as t\u00eb ikja.\nDilema m\u00eb e madhe e jet\u00ebs sime kjo! T\u00eb rrija e t\u00eb b\u00ebja veten t\u00eb besonte n\u00eb\ndi\u00e7ka q\u00eb s\u2019ia lejoja vetes e as ty apo t\u00eb ikja krenare q\u00eb nuk t\u00eb lash\u00eb t\u00eb marr\u00ebsh\nn\u00ebp\u00ebr k\u00ebmb\u00eb dinjitetin tim?! Kafeja q\u00eb b\u00ebre, m\u2019u duk e hidhur, si helm. Syt\u00eb e\nzgurdulluar nga pagjum\u00ebsia e me lot shoq\u00ebronin kafen\u00eb e m\u00ebngjesit, t\u00eb fundit kafe\ns\u00eb bashku. M\u00eb premtove bot\u00ebn, zemr\u00ebn, dashurin\u00eb t\u00ebnde e m\u00eb dhe tradhtin\u00eb. Si\nmund t\u00eb jetoja un\u00eb me mendimet q\u00eb ti ia kishe falur gjith\u00e7ka timen dikujt tjet\u00ebr?\nQ\u00eb trupi yt kishte prekur dik\u00eb tjet\u00ebr as nuk mund ta imagjinoja! Si mund t\u00eb\nrrija me ty q\u00eb humbe besimin tim? \u00c7do fjal\u00eb t\u00ebnden e respektova, respektova familjen\nt\u00ebnde q\u00eb m\u00eb mungon edhe sot e k\u00ebsaj dite e p\u00ebrs\u00ebri ti nuk pyete, vure instiktet\ne tua mbi lumturin\u00eb ton\u00eb! S\u2019t\u00eb mjaftuan ato q\u00eb kisha kaluar? Ti e dije historin\u00eb\ntime t\u00eb par\u00eb. Kujtove se isha kaq e fort\u00eb sa t\u00eb lija nj\u00eb njeri si ti t\u00eb shkelte\nmbi \u00e7do gj\u00eb timen?! Kurr\u00eb… U ngrita e mora n\u00eb duart e mia dor\u00ebn t\u00ebnde. S`t\u00eb\nshihja n\u00eb sy sepse kisha frik\u00eb se mos syt\u00eb e tu do t\u00eb m\u00eb g\u00ebnjenin p\u00ebrs\u00ebri:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– T\u00eb desha e t\u00eb dua, por\nveprimet e tua b\u00ebn\u00eb q\u00eb gjith\u00e7ka t\u00eb p\u00ebrfundoj\u00eb k\u00ebtu. \u00c7do kujtim tonin fshije nga\nkujtesa sepse nuk ia vlen m\u00eb. T\u00eb uroj fat n\u00eb t\u00eb ardhmen, t\u00eb gjesh at\u00eb q\u00eb k\u00ebrkon,\npor m\u00eb shum\u00eb, t\u00eb uroj t\u00eb gjesh veten t\u00ebnde sepse do t\u00eb vij\u00eb nj\u00eb dit\u00eb q\u00eb do t\u00eb\nhumb\u00ebsh m\u00eb shum\u00eb se un\u00eb n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb rrug\u00eb. Mendja apo syri t\u00eb g\u00ebnjyen, s\u2019e di, por\npas gjith\u00eb k\u00ebsaj uroj t\u00eb jetosh i lumtur.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
M\u2019u lute i gjunj\u00ebzuar,\npremtove q\u00eb s`do t\u00eb ndodhte m\u00eb, por n\u00eb thell\u00ebsin\u00eb e shpirtit tim s`munda t\u00eb\nbesoja. T\u00eb putha ashtu ftoht\u00eb dhe dola nga ajo dhom\u00eb q\u00eb mbante shum\u00eb sekrete\ntonat. Me dit\u00eb t\u00eb t\u00ebra u mbylla n\u00eb dhom\u00ebn time e nj\u00eb dit\u00eb, tek po shkoja n\u00eb\nshkoll\u00eb, takova babain t\u00ebnd. Nuk durova dot m\u00eb e fillova t\u00eb qaja n\u00eb krah\u00ebt e\ntij. Ai qante e fliste duke dashur t\u00eb m\u00eb qet\u00ebsonte. I dhimbsesha. Ndenja pak\nminuta me t\u00eb e m\u00eb k\u00ebrkoi t\u00eb falur p\u00ebr at\u00eb q\u00eb kishe b\u00ebr\u00eb ti. M\u00eb puthi duart e m\u00eb\ntha q\u00eb n\u00eb syt\u00eb e tij do t\u00eb isha p\u00ebrher\u00eb nj\u00eb engj\u00ebll. Fjal\u00ebt e tij m\u00eb prek\u00ebn n\u00eb\nzem\u00ebr, por fatkeq\u00ebsisht, tani nuk isha m\u00eb engj\u00eblli i askujt, p\u00ebrve\u00e7se i familjes\nsime. Q\u00eb nga ajo dit\u00eb, un\u00eb dhe ti, shum\u00eb her\u00eb jemi par\u00eb n\u00eb rrug\u00eb, kemi rastisur\nedhe n\u00eb t\u00eb nj\u00ebjtin vend duke patur shoq\u00ebrin\u00eb e nj\u00ebjt\u00eb, por si p\u00ebr \u00e7udi, zemra\nime nuk rreh m\u00eb me shpejt\u00ebsi p\u00ebr ty. \u00cbsht\u00eb tep\u00ebr e \u00e7uditshme se si dy njer\u00ebz q\u00eb\nkan\u00eb ndar\u00eb nj\u00eb pjes\u00eb t\u00eb jet\u00ebs bashk\u00eb, tani s`jan\u00eb gj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr ve\u00e7se dy t\u00eb\n“panjohur” p\u00ebr nj\u00ebri-tjetrin. Jeta vazhdon, edhe pse me v\u00ebshtir\u00ebsi.\nTi diku e jeton jet\u00ebn t\u00ebnde pa mua, un\u00eb timen, pa ty. T\u00eb tjer\u00eb do t\u00eb na b\u00ebjn\u00eb t\u00eb\nlumtur q\u00eb t\u00eb dyve. Sot s`di pse mendova p\u00ebr ty, por kujtova dit\u00ebn kur u njoh\u00ebm\nbashk\u00eb. Gjithmon\u00eb m\u00eb thoje: \u201cSa shum\u00eb mban mend edhe ti!\u201d e tani e kuptoj q\u00eb ke\npatur t\u00eb drejt\u00eb. Ca dit\u00eb apo data duhen harruar, sado e v\u00ebshtir\u00eb t\u00eb jet\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u2019i\nfshir\u00eb nga kujtesa. Historia jon\u00eb filloi nj\u00eb dit\u00eb t\u00eb bukur, vazhdoi me plot dit\u00eb\nt\u00eb bukura e t\u00eb zymta dhe p\u00ebrfundoi me nj\u00eb puthje t\u00eb ftoht\u00eb e kujtime t\u00eb k\u00ebqija.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Sot do t\u00eb doja t\u00eb t\u00eb\npyesja: Bledi, a ia vlejti sadopak ajo q\u00eb b\u00ebre?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Sot do t\u00eb ishte nj\u00eb p\u00ebrvjetor shum\u00eb i bukur! Un\u00eb q\u00eb po ju shkruaj, jam G. Sot do t\u00eb kujtonim \u00e7astet tona, si u njoh\u00ebm! E mbaj mend at\u00eb dit\u00eb me shi, si\u00e7 jan\u00eb dit\u00ebt k\u00ebtu n\u00eb Tiran\u00eb. Syt\u00eb e tu m\u00eb prek\u00ebn e un\u00eb, me naivitetin tim, t\u00eb buz\u00ebqesha. Ishte e para her\u00eb q\u00eb […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":20576,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[94],"tags":[254],"class_list":["post-21753","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-histori-nga-jeta","tag-histori-personale"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21753","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=21753"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21753\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/20576"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=21753"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=21753"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=21753"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}