\u00c7do njeri mund t\u00eb ket\u00eb historin\u00eb e jet\u00ebs s\u00eb tij dhe normalisht, historit\u00eb ngjasojn\u00eb e nj\u00ebkoh\u00ebsisht, ndryshojn\u00eb nga nj\u00ebra-tjetra, por historin\u00eb time nuk besoj se do ta ket\u00eb d\u00ebgjuar njeri.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Historia ime nis 32 vjet m\u00eb par\u00eb, kur un\u00eb u njoha me dashurin\u00eb e jet\u00ebs sime. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Sigurisht q\u00eb at\u00ebhere nuk mund t\u00eb dashuronim lirisht p\u00ebr shkak t\u00eb regjimit n\u00eb t\u00eb cilin jetonim dhe ishin shum\u00eb t\u00eb pakta historit\u00eb e dashuris\u00eb,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
ose m\u00eb sakt\u00eb, njer\u00ebzit duheshin, por asnj\u00ebher\u00eb nuk p\u00ebrfundonin bashk\u00eb, duke qen\u00eb se ishte shum\u00eb e v\u00ebshtir\u00eb. Fatmir\u00ebsisht, un\u00eb p\u00ebrfundova me njeriun q\u00eb doja pas shum\u00eb e shum\u00eb peripecish. Nga martesa jon\u00eb lindi nj\u00eb djal\u00eb i mrekulluesh\u00ebm q\u00eb tashm\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb te t\u00eb tridhjetat. N\u00eb k\u00ebta tridhjet\u00eb vjet kam kaluar periudh\u00ebn m\u00eb t\u00eb bukur t\u00eb jet\u00ebs sime, pavar\u00ebsisht v\u00ebshtir\u00ebsive t\u00eb jet\u00ebs, kryesisht ekonomike. Ato nuk na ndaluan aspak t\u00eb ishim t\u00eb lumtur. M\u00eb dukej sikur askush nuk ishte m\u00eb e lumtur se un\u00eb. Kisha nj\u00eb familje q\u00eb t\u00eb gjith\u00eb na e kishin zili. Edhe djali u martua dhe tashm\u00eb ishim nj\u00eb familje e madhe dhe e pandashme. Nuk kaloi shum\u00eb koh\u00eb kur im shoq papritur u s\u00ebmur. Pas shum\u00eb e shum\u00eb vizitash, askush nuk e mori p\u00ebrsip\u00ebr s\u00ebmundjen e tij. Un\u00eb isha e gatshme q\u00eb t\u00eb b\u00ebja gjith\u00e7ka p\u00ebr t\u00eb, por ishte e pamundur, sepse kishte p\u00ebsuar hemorragji cerebrale dhe raste t\u00eb tilla, ishin shum\u00eb t\u00eb v\u00ebshtira p\u00ebr t\u00eb gjetur zgjidhje. Pas shum\u00eb e shum\u00eb vuajtjesh, ai humbi jet\u00ebn. Ishte momenti m\u00eb i v\u00ebshtir\u00eb q\u00eb mund t\u00eb kisha kaluar ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb. Nuk e besoja q\u00eb po m\u00eb ndodhte mua. Qaja e d\u00ebshp\u00ebruar, por ishte e kot\u00eb, pasi ai nuk do t\u00eb kthehej m\u00eb. Kisha humbur njeriun m\u00eb t\u00eb shtrenjt\u00eb t\u00eb jet\u00ebs sime, at\u00eb t\u00eb cilit i kisha falur \u00e7do gj\u00eb, njeriu q\u00eb m\u00eb kishte b\u00ebr\u00eb t\u00eb kuptoja se \u00e7far\u00eb ishte lumturia. P\u00ebrgatit\u00ebm gjith\u00e7ka dhe u b\u00ebm\u00eb gati q\u00eb t\u00eb shkonim n\u00eb ceremonin\u00eb e varrimit. Atje, nj\u00eb djal\u00eb rreth t\u00eb 25-ve qante i d\u00ebshp\u00ebruar, por i ve\u00e7uar nga t\u00eb tjer\u00ebt. Nuk e kisha par\u00eb kurr\u00eb. T\u00eb af\u00ebrmit i njihja t\u00eb gjith\u00eb, por k\u00ebt\u00eb djal\u00eb nuk ma kishin par\u00eb kurr\u00eb syt\u00eb. U b\u00ebra kureshtare pasi e pash\u00eb q\u00eb qante me ngash\u00ebrim dhe iu afrova, e pyeta se kush ishte dhe se \u00e7far\u00eb e lidhte me tim shoq, por ai qante e qante pa fund. M\u00eb pas mblodhi veten dhe m\u00eb tha se sapo kishte humbur baban\u00eb. E p\u00ebrqafova duke menduar se tek po varrosnim tim shoq, i ishte kujtuar vdekja e t\u00eb atit dhe ndjehej keq, por teksa po e ngush\u00eblloja duke i th\u00ebn\u00eb se edhe un\u00eb kisha humbur njeriun m\u00eb t\u00eb shtrenjt\u00eb, ai m\u00eb tha se po flisnim p\u00ebr t\u00eb nj\u00ebjtin person. Mbeta e shokuar, i thash\u00eb se nga dhimbja po ngat\u00ebrrohej, por ai m\u00eb siguroi se im shoq ishte babai i tij. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
M\u2019u than\u00eb lot\u00ebt n\u00eb sy dhe nuk dija se \u00e7far\u00eb t\u00eb mendoja. Nuk ishte e mundur\nkurrsesi q\u00eb kjo t\u00eb ishte e v\u00ebrtet\u00eb! Nuk munda t\u00eb q\u00ebndroj m\u00eb aty dhe ika pa e\nvarrosur tim shoq. Ecja ku m\u00eb \u00e7onin k\u00ebmb\u00ebt dhe, duke i hedhur nj\u00eb v\u00ebshtrim t\u00eb\ngjith\u00eb koh\u00ebs q\u00eb kisha kaluar me t\u00eb, m\u00eb kujtoheshin sh\u00ebrbimet p\u00ebr pun\u00eb me dit\u00eb t\u00eb\nt\u00ebra larg familjes. Aty fillova t\u2019i lidhja gj\u00ebrat, q\u00eb ai kishte nj\u00eb pun\u00eb q\u00eb udh\u00ebtonte\nvazhdimisht jasht\u00eb qytetit dhe madje edhe me muaj nuk ishte n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi, por\nkisha menduar dhe isha g\u00ebnjyer nj\u00ebkoh\u00ebsisht gjith\u00eb koh\u00ebn me iden\u00eb se ai punonte\np\u00ebr t\u00eb mbajtur familjen e tij, nd\u00ebrkoh\u00eb q\u00eb ai kishte dy familje t\u00eb ndryshme.\nKisha par\u00eb shum\u00eb telenovela dhe nuk e mendoja kurr\u00eb q\u00eb k\u00ebto histori do t\u00eb ishin\nt\u00eb v\u00ebrteta, por ja q\u00eb edhe telenovelat bazohen diku. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ajo dit\u00eb ishte dita m\u00eb e tmerrshme e jet\u00ebs sime, aq sa m\u2019u fshin\u00eb gjith\u00eb t\u00eb\ntjerat q\u00eb kisha qen\u00eb e lumtur dhe nuk i mbaja m\u00eb mend, isha fokusuar vet\u00ebm n\u00eb\nat\u00eb q\u00eb po ndodhte. Ndjehesha shum\u00eb e zhg\u00ebnjyer, pasi gjat\u00eb gjith\u00eb jet\u00ebs son\u00eb\nnuk e kisha \u00e7uar ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb nd\u00ebrmend q\u00eb ai do t\u00eb m\u00eb tradhtonte, por kisha\njetuar n\u00eb g\u00ebnjesht\u00ebr dhe zhg\u00ebnjim. U ktheva n\u00eb realitet pas nj\u00eb dite t\u00eb gjat\u00eb q\u00eb\nkalova duke ecur n\u00ebp\u00ebr \u00e7do cep t\u00eb atij qyteti ku kishim jetuar bashk\u00eb. M\u00eb vinte\nzor t\u00eb dilja para njer\u00ebzve, m\u00eb dukej sikur t\u00eb gjith\u00eb e dinin, p\u00ebrve\u00e7 meje. M\u00eb\nvinte turp t\u2019i dilja djalit dhe nuses s\u00eb tij p\u00ebrpara, por fatmir\u00ebsisht, ata nuk\nkishin kuptuar asgj\u00eb, thjesht ishin habitur q\u00eb isha larguar ashtu nga varrimi,\npa th\u00ebn\u00eb gj\u00eb. U mundova ta mbaja veten dhe sajova se nuk po e duroja dot dhimbjen\ne faktin q\u00eb im shoq nuk ishte m\u00eb dhe prandaj u largova. \u00c7udit\u00ebrisht, nuk\nkuptuan asgj\u00eb dhe m\u00eb besuan. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Kaluan disa dit\u00eb dhe vendosa t\u00eb harroja gjith\u00e7ka, por, nj\u00eb dit\u00eb n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi erdhi\ndjali q\u00eb kisha takuar n\u00eb varrim dhe menj\u00ebher\u00eb dola s\u00eb bashku me t\u00eb nga sht\u00ebpia\nq\u00eb t\u00eb mos kuptonte gj\u00eb im bir, pasi nuk doja ta zhg\u00ebnjeja dhe t\u2019i tregoja figur\u00ebn\ne v\u00ebrtet\u00eb t\u00eb babait t\u00eb tij; doja q\u00eb ta kujtonte gjithmon\u00eb ashtu si\u00e7 e njihte\nai. U ul\u00ebm diku dhe ai djal\u00eb m\u00eb tregoi gjith\u00e7ka, m\u00eb tha se babai i tij jetonte\nme ta, por udh\u00ebtonte vazhdimisht, p\u00ebr shkak t\u00eb pun\u00ebs dhe vazhdimisht, ishte me\nsh\u00ebrbime. Aty kuptova se im shoq kishte jetuar n\u00eb t\u00eb nj\u00ebjt\u00ebn koh\u00eb, me dy\nfamilje t\u00eb ndryshme. E pyeta se kush ishte e \u00ebma dhe aty zbulova se kisha qen\u00eb\ns\u00ebrish e mashtruar. E \u00ebma e tij ishte nj\u00eb mikesh\u00eb e familjes son\u00eb q\u00eb vinte\nvazhdimisht te ne dhe q\u00eb koh\u00ebt e fundit, \u00e7udit\u00ebrisht, kishte filluar t\u2019i\nrrallonte vizitat. Nuk m\u00eb besohej ajo q\u00eb po d\u00ebgjoja, megjithat\u00eb, n\u00eb sy t\u00eb\ndjalit t\u00eb saj u hoqa sikur nuk e njihja, pasi ai nuk kishte faj p\u00ebr ato q\u00eb\nkishin ndodhur. F\u00ebmij\u00ebt jan\u00eb gjithnj\u00eb viktima t\u00eb t\u00eb rriturve q\u00eb b\u00ebjn\u00eb veprime t\u00eb\npap\u00ebrgjegjshme. Vendosa q\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb histori ta mbaja t\u00eb fsheht\u00eb brenda meje dhe ta\nvuaja vet\u00ebm un\u00eb at\u00eb q\u00eb kisha zbuluar. Nuk e mendoja kurr\u00eb q\u00eb n\u00eb nj\u00eb mosh\u00eb t\u00eb k\u00ebtill\u00eb\njeta ime t\u00eb merrte k\u00ebt\u00eb rrjedh\u00eb. Kam jetuar gjith\u00eb koh\u00ebn n\u00eb g\u00ebnjesht\u00ebr,\nmashtrim dhe zhg\u00ebnjim, duke menduar se isha e lumtur.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
\u00c7do njeri mund t\u00eb ket\u00eb historin\u00eb e jet\u00ebs s\u00eb tij dhe normalisht, historit\u00eb ngjasojn\u00eb e nj\u00ebkoh\u00ebsisht, ndryshojn\u00eb nga nj\u00ebra-tjetra, por historin\u00eb time nuk besoj se do ta ket\u00eb d\u00ebgjuar njeri. Historia ime nis 32 vjet m\u00eb par\u00eb, kur un\u00eb u njoha me dashurin\u00eb e jet\u00ebs sime. Sigurisht q\u00eb at\u00ebhere nuk mund t\u00eb dashuronim lirisht p\u00ebr […]<\/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":[249],"class_list":["post-22034","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\/22034","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=22034"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22034\/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=22034"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=22034"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=22034"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}