Un\u00eb quhem Beki. Jeta ime ka shkuar shum\u00eb keq. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
N\u00eb fillim, m\u00eb vdiq nj\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00eb, pastaj bashk\u00ebshorti im, u \u00e7mend. F\u00ebmija m\u00eb vdiq nga nj\u00eb aksident rrugor! <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nj\u00eb dit\u00eb, kur po shkonim n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi, ajo m\u00eb t\u00ebrhoqi v\u00ebmendjen dhe k\u00ebshtu ndodhi aksidenti. At\u00eb dit\u00eb n\u00eb spital, kur hapa syt\u00eb dhe pash\u00eb se vajza ime nuk ishte, sa nuk u \u00e7menda. Nuk doja t\u00eb jetoja m\u00eb. F\u00ebmija im, Antoneta, humbi jet\u00ebn; un\u00eb e vrava! Bashk\u00ebshorti im u \u00e7mend e shkoi n\u00eb \u00e7mendin\u00eb. Akoma nuk e kuptoj se pse vdiq ajo dhe jo un\u00eb. Un\u00eb u betova se gjith\u00eb jet\u00ebn q\u00eb m\u00eb kishte mbetur, do t\u00eb mbaja zi. Makin\u00ebn time e dogja! Nj\u00eb nat\u00eb, kur po flija, m\u2019u shfaq p\u00ebrpara vajza, sikur k\u00ebrkonte di\u00e7ka nga un\u00eb. Un\u00eb u zbeha dhe nisa t\u00eb flisja me t\u00eb, por m\u00eb dukej sikur nuk m\u00eb d\u00ebgjonte. Doja ta prekja edhe nj\u00eb her\u00eb, ta p\u00ebrk\u00ebdhelja e ta p\u00ebrqafoja, por sapo un\u00eb afrohesha, ajo zhdukej. Pastaj e shihja n\u00eb nj\u00eb cep tjet\u00ebr t\u00eb sht\u00ebpis\u00eb. E ndoqa n\u00eb \u00e7do cep, por n\u00eb asnj\u00eb moment nuk arrita ta prekja. M\u00eb pas, erdh\u00ebn ata t\u00eb ambulanc\u00ebs. Nuk e di kush i kishte thirrur. Ndoshta kisha b\u00ebr\u00eb shum\u00eb zhurm\u00eb dhe m\u00eb kishin d\u00ebgjuar komshinjt\u00eb, por un\u00eb desha t\u00eb besoja se i kishte thirrur shpirti i vajz\u00ebs sime t\u00eb vdekur. Kur u zgjova n\u00eb spital, pash\u00eb se m\u00eb kishin v\u00ebn\u00eb serume n\u00eb dor\u00eb dhe nj\u00eb aparat aty af\u00ebr b\u00ebnte nj\u00eb zhurm\u00eb t\u00eb \u00e7uditshme. U mundova t\u00eb shk\u00ebputesha prej tubave, por n\u00eb at\u00eb moment hyri nj\u00eb infermiere, q\u00eb u mundua t\u00eb m\u00eb mbante. I thash\u00eb se doja t\u00eb vdisja, se jeta ime nuk kishte m\u00eb kuptim, por nuk m\u00eb lan\u00eb. Pastaj u mblodh\u00ebn t\u00eb gjith\u00eb mjek\u00ebt dhe m\u00eb b\u00ebn\u00eb nj\u00eb gjilp\u00ebr\u00eb n\u00eb krah. Nga ai moment, nuk mbaj mend se si m\u00eb zuri gjumi. Me sa duket, m\u00eb kishin b\u00ebr\u00eb nj\u00eb qet\u00ebsues. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ashtu q\u00ebndrova p\u00ebr\ndisa dit\u00eb, as n\u00eb gjum\u00eb, as zgjuar, deri dit\u00ebn kur mjek\u00ebt, n\u00eb prani t\u00eb motr\u00ebs, m\u00eb\nthan\u00eb se kisha nj\u00eb s\u00ebmundje t\u00eb pash\u00ebrueshme dhe un\u00eb, n\u00eb vend q\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00ebrzitesha,\nu g\u00ebzova shum\u00eb. Motra qante, por kjo s\u2019m\u00eb b\u00ebnte p\u00ebrshtypje… doja t\u00eb ikja sa m\u00eb\npar\u00eb nga kjo jet\u00eb!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Kur dola nga spitali,\nu nisa p\u00ebr t\u00eb takuar tim shoq. E gjeta shpejt, por ai b\u00ebnte si kafsh\u00eb. U m\u00ebrzita\nshum\u00eb nga ajo q\u00eb i kishte ndodhur atij dhe ika nga andej me zem\u00ebr t\u00eb thyer. E\nkisha dashur shum\u00eb dhe nuk mund ta shihja n\u00eb at\u00eb gjendje. Ai ishte i vetmi\nnjeri q\u00eb m\u00eb lidhte tashm\u00eb me vajz\u00ebn time t\u00eb vdekur, por edhe ai, z\u00ebre se nuk\nishte m\u00eb n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb bot\u00eb. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Kur arrita n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi,\nshkova n\u00eb dhom\u00ebn e gjumit dhe fillova t\u00eb qaja me d\u00ebnes\u00eb. Papritur, shpirti i\nAntonet\u00ebs m\u00eb fshiu lot\u00ebt. B\u00ebja ta p\u00ebrqafoja, por ajo iku papritur. Fillova t\u00eb\npija pije alkoolike, ila\u00e7e dhe ashtu papritur, m\u00eb zuri gjumi. N\u00eb m\u00ebngjes k\u00ebrkoja\nrrobat e mia t\u00eb zeza, por s\u2019i gjeja. Bleva disa rroba t\u00eb tjera t\u00eb zeza. Kur u\nktheva, pash\u00eb se m\u00eb kishin d\u00ebrguar let\u00ebr ata t\u00eb \u00e7mendin\u00ebs. M\u00eb kishin sjell\u00eb nj\u00eb\nlajm t\u00eb keq: Bashk\u00ebshorti im kishte vdekur! E mora trupin e tij dhe desha ta\nmbaja disa dit\u00eb n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi, s\u2019m\u00eb b\u00ebhej ta varrosja! Nuk ftova asnjeri n\u00eb varrim,\nisha vet\u00ebm un\u00eb. M\u00eb von\u00eb e ndjeva se aty ishte edhe Antoneta; ajo po e merrte t\u00eb\natin pran\u00eb vetes, kurse un\u00eb vazhdoja t\u00eb jetoja n\u00eb pik\u00ebllim.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dit\u00ebn tjet\u00ebr, u\nzgjova duke qar\u00eb, si gjithmon\u00eb. Sht\u00ebpia ime \u00ebsht\u00eb e madhe dhe nj\u00eb pjes\u00eb e shita,\nvet\u00ebm dhom\u00ebn e vajz\u00ebs, jo. Nuk dilja dot prej andej. Po p\u00ebrk\u00ebdhelja rrobat e saj,\nkur m\u00eb zuri. Doja t\u00eb flija vazhdimisht sepse vazhdimisht, n\u00eb \u00ebnd\u00ebrr m\u00eb shfaqej\najo. At\u00eb dit\u00eb, m\u00eb dha nj\u00eb let\u00ebr dhe u zhduk. N\u00eb at\u00eb let\u00ebr shkruhej numri 2. Nuk\ne kuptova k\u00ebt\u00eb num\u00ebr. T\u00eb nes\u00ebrmen shkova n\u00eb pun\u00eb. Kur u ktheva, piva s\u00ebrish\nila\u00e7in e gjumit. Doja t\u2019i mbyllja syt\u00eb sa m\u00eb shpejt q\u00eb t\u00eb takoja Antonet\u00ebn\ntime. Dhe ajo erdhi s\u00ebrish, p\u00ebr t\u00eb m\u00eb dh\u00ebn\u00eb nj\u00eb let\u00ebr tjet\u00ebr. Aty shkruhej 48. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
P\u00ebr 3 dit\u00eb nuk e pash\u00eb\nm\u00eb n\u00eb \u00ebnd\u00ebrr, por dit\u00ebn e kat\u00ebrt lexova nj\u00eb let\u00ebr tjet\u00ebr nga ajo. Aty shkruhej numri\n4. Nuk e kuptoja \u00e7\u2019donte t\u00eb m\u00eb thoshte ajo me k\u00ebta numra. Nj\u00eb dit\u00eb m\u00eb humb\u00ebn\nprap\u00eb rrobat e zeza. Kisha gjith\u00eb dit\u00ebn q\u00eb i k\u00ebrkoja e s\u2019i gjeja. M\u00eb pushuan\nnga puna ngaq\u00eb shkoja shum\u00eb rrall\u00eb, por mbijetoja me ato t\u00eb pak ardhura q\u00eb m\u00eb\nkishin mbetur. Kaluan dit\u00eb, dit\u00eb, dit\u00eb, asnj\u00eb let\u00ebr. Disa jav\u00eb m\u00eb von\u00eb, ajo\nerdhi s\u00ebrish n\u00eb \u00ebndrrat e mia. M\u00eb thoshte: \u201cT\u00eb dua, por jo shum\u00eb. Jam m\u00ebrzitur\nshum\u00eb me ty\u201d. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nuk dija se \u00e7far\u00eb t\u00eb\nb\u00ebja dhe vrisja mendjen p\u00ebr t\u00eb gjetur arsyen e t\u00eb gjitha sh\u00ebnimeve t\u00eb saj. M\u00eb n\u00eb\nfund, i kuptova numrat. Kur i b\u00ebra t\u00eb gjith\u00eb bashk\u00eb, u kujtova se ky ishte kodi\ni kasafort\u00ebs sime. E hapa kasafort\u00ebn dhe gjeta aty rrobat e mia t\u00eb zeza. At\u00ebhere\ne kuptova se \u00e7far\u00eb donte t\u00eb m\u00eb thonte. Mesazhi ishte i qart\u00eb: Nuk duhet t\u00eb\nmbaja zi p\u00ebr t\u00eb! I premtova se nuk do t\u00eb mbaja zi m\u00eb kurr\u00ebn e kurr\u00ebs n\u00eb jet\u00ebn\ntime. At\u00eb nat\u00eb e pash\u00eb p\u00ebr her\u00eb t\u00eb par\u00eb t\u00eb qeshur n\u00eb \u00ebnd\u00ebrr dhe kjo qe edhe\nhera e fundit q\u00eb e pash\u00eb. Q\u00eb at\u00eb dit\u00eb s\u2019e kam par\u00eb m\u00eb dhe mundohem t\u2019i jap\nkuptim jet\u00ebs q\u00eb m\u00eb ka mbetur, p\u00ebr hir t\u00eb saj, sepse e di se n\u00ebse m\u00ebrzitet me\nmua, shpirti i saj nuk ka qet\u00ebsi… Shum\u00eb shpejt do t\u00eb shkoj ta takoj dhe do t\u00eb\njemi s\u00ebrish nj\u00eb familje; un\u00eb ajo dhe im shoq!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Un\u00eb quhem Beki. Jeta ime ka shkuar shum\u00eb keq. N\u00eb fillim, m\u00eb vdiq nj\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00eb, pastaj bashk\u00ebshorti im, u \u00e7mend. F\u00ebmija m\u00eb vdiq nga nj\u00eb aksident rrugor! Nj\u00eb dit\u00eb, kur po shkonim n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi, ajo m\u00eb t\u00ebrhoqi v\u00ebmendjen dhe k\u00ebshtu ndodhi aksidenti. At\u00eb dit\u00eb n\u00eb spital, kur hapa syt\u00eb dhe pash\u00eb se vajza ime nuk […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":21711,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[94],"tags":[249],"class_list":["post-21804","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\/21804","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=21804"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21804\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/21711"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=21804"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=21804"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=21804"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}