Un\u0451 q\u0451 po ju shkruaj jam nj\u0451 grua q\u00eb sapo ka humbur dashurin\u0451 e saj, nj\u0451 dashuri q\u0451 m\u0451 nxori nga bataku ku isha.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Jam n\u0451 mbarim t\u0451 t\u00eb tridhjetave dhe fillim t\u0451 t\u00eb dyzetave. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Jam martuar shum\u0451 e vog\u0451l, por nuk do t\u0451 thot\u0451 q\u0451 nuk e kam dashur burrin tim, <\/p>\n\n\n\n
madje e kam dashur aq shum\u0451 sa edhe e kisha shum\u0451 t\u0451 v\u0451shtir\u0451 t\u0451 ndahesha prej tij. Kam tre f\u0451mij\u0451, q\u00eb i dua m\u0451 shum\u0451 se \u00e7do gj\u0451 n\u0451 bot\u0451.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Kjo histori filloi kur m\u0451sova se burri im m\u0451\ntradhtonte. U m\u0451rzita shum\u0451 jo sepse jam natyr\u00eb xheloze, por sepse e doja shum\u0451\nat\u0451. Ai ishte njeriu tek i cili shikoja \u00e7do gj\u0451 si t\u0451 ishte perfekte, mir\u0451po kur\nzbulova nj\u0451 mesazh n\u0451 telefon, n\u0451 t\u0451 cilin ishte shkruar: \u201cT\u00eb pres te vendi i\nzakonsh\u0451m\u201d, sa nuk m\u2019u \u00e7a zemra. Nuk dija si t\u0451 veproja e nuk pyesja\ndot ask\u0451nd, k\u0451shtu q\u0451 b\u0451ra n\u0451 kok\u0451n time. Shkova ta shikoja me syt\u0451 e mi kur t\u0451\ntakoheshin. Ishte nj\u0451 gj\u0451 e tmerrshme t\u0451 shikoje dashurin\u0451 t\u0451nde m\u0451 t\u0451 madhe t\u0451\nputhej me nj\u0451 tjet\u0451r. U futa n\u0451 lokal e xhindosur. Ajo m\u0451 shihte n\u0451 sy e nuk\nfliste, nd\u0451rsa ai mundohej t\u0451 m\u0451 qet\u0451sonte. Nejse, nuk dua ta kujtoj at\u0451 sken\u0451,\nsepse edhe pas k\u0451saj kohe t\u0451 gjat\u0451, m\u0451rzitem shum\u0451.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Megjithat\u0451, un\u00eb vendosa t\u0451 mos ua thoja\nf\u0451mij\u0451ve. E dija se atyre do t\u2019u b\u0451nte shum\u0451 keq nj\u0451 gj\u0451 e till\u0451. I tregova\nvet\u0451m nj\u0451 shoqes sime e cila m\u0451 thoshte ta ndaja urgjentisht, por un\u0451 nuk e\nb\u0451ja dot nj\u0451 gj\u0451 t\u0451 till\u0451. Tani e kuptoj se b\u0451ra shum\u0451 gabim q\u0451 nuk e b\u0451ra; do\nt\u0451 kishte qen\u0451 mir\u0451 p\u0451r t\u0451 gjith\u0451. Un\u0451 isha shum\u0451 e stresuar dhe kjo\nreflektohej te f\u0451mij\u0451t q\u00eb nuk e dinin se pse un\u0451 isha b\u0451r\u0451 ashtu, ndaj m\u0451\nfaj\u0451sonin mua. Vajza, q\u00eb ishte adoleshente, e tregonte hapur se nuk m\u0451 duronte\ndot. Ajo ankohej se po i prishja jet\u0451n dhe se po ndikoja n\u0451 sjelljet e saj, nd\u0451rsa\ndjali dhe vajza tjet\u0451r ishin t\u0451 vegj\u0451l dhe nuk e shprehinin me fjal\u0451 at\u0451 q\u0451\nndjenin, por un\u0451 e kuptoja se edhe ata ishin t\u0451 m\u0451rzitur me mua. Burrin e kisha\njustifikuar se kishte dal\u0451 jasht\u0451 shtetit dhe nuk do t\u0451 vinte p\u0451r disa muaj, k\u0451shtu\nq\u0451 ai doli \u201ci lar\u0451\u201d para f\u0451mij\u0451ve. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Sigurisht, dikush do t\u0451 p\u0451rfitonte nga kjo\nm\u0451rzi e imja dhe ai ishte nj\u0451 shok me t\u0451 cilin kisha punuar m\u0451 par\u0451. E takova rast\u0451sisht,\nkur po pija kafe me mbes\u0451n time. Ai na pagoi kafet dhe shk\u0451mbyem numrat e\ntelefonit, si\u00e7 ndodh gjithmon\u0451.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
N\u0451 fakt, sapo u ndam\u0451, e harrova, por pas tre\ndit\u0451sh, ai m\u0451 mori n\u0451 telefon dhe m\u0451 ftoi p\u0451r nj\u0451 kafe. Ai m\u0451 kishte k\u0451rkuar t\u2019i\njepja nj\u0451 mendim p\u0451r n\u0451 pun\u0451, meqen\u0451se isha shum\u0451 e aft\u0451 n\u0451 at\u0451 lloj pune, por\ngjat\u0451 bised\u0451s m\u0451 tha se nuk m\u0451 shihte aq t\u0451 g\u0451zuar sa isha gjithmon\u0451.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– N\u0451 fakt, nuk kam qen\u0451 mir\u0451… – i thash\u0451.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Mos je s\u0451mur\u0451? – m\u0451 pyeti ai, q\u00eb dukej shum\u0451\nkurioz t\u0451 m\u0451sonte se \u00e7\u2019hall kisha.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Jo, jo, jam mir\u0451, por kam pak probleme\nfamiljare. Ashtu si t\u00eb gjitha \u00e7iftet… – p\u0451rgjith\u0451sova un\u0451, sepse nuk doja\nt\u0451 tregoja shum\u0451 gj\u0451ra. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ai u mundua ta fshihte \u201ck\u0451naq\u0451sin\u0451\u201d, por mezi ia\narriti.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Po pse jan\u0451 shok\u0451t? – tha qet\u0451-qet\u0451. – M\u0451\ntrego si mund t\u0451 t\u0451 ndihmoj. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Oh, faleminderit! \u00c7do gj\u0451 \u0451sht\u0451 n\u0451 rregull…\n– i thash\u0451 me nj\u0451 ton q\u0451 t\u0451 linte t\u00eb kuptoje se nuk duhet t\u0451 futej m\u0451 thell\u0451. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ai u zmbraps dhe nd\u0451rruam tem\u0451. Pasi u ndam\u0451, e\nkuptova se b\u00ebra mir\u0451 q\u0451 bisedova me t\u0451 dhe e ndjeva veten m\u0451 mir\u0451 pas gjith\u0451\nasaj kohe t\u0451 gjat\u0451. Shkova n\u0451 sht\u0451pi dhe f\u0451mij\u0451t e vun\u0451 re menj\u0451her\u0451 ndryshimin\nn\u0451 humorin tim. Ai m\u0451 mori p\u00ebrs\u00ebri n\u0451 telefon dhe pak nga pak, ia tregova at\u0451\nq\u0451 m\u0451 kishte b\u0451r\u0451 burri. Ai m\u0451 p\u0451rkrahu dhe m\u0451 dha shum\u0451 kurajo, duke m\u00eb th\u00ebn\u00eb\nse nuk e meritoja gjith\u0451 k\u0451t\u0451. K\u0451shtu, me fjal\u0451 t\u0451 bukura, m\u0451 t\u0451rhoqi drejt\nvetes. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ai kishte nj\u0451 gj\u0451 t\u0451 ve\u00e7ant\u0451, ndryshe\nnga t\u0451 tjer\u0451t, sepse nuk mundohej as t\u0451 t\u0451 puthte e jo m\u0451 gj\u0451 tjet\u0451r. Edhe pse\nfilluam t\u0451 dilnim shpesh dhe t\u0451 flisnim n\u0451 telefon shum\u0451 gjat\u0451, ai nuk po\nzgjatej m\u0451 tep\u0451r dhe kjo ishte nj\u0451 pik\u0451 q\u0451 un\u0451 e vler\u0451soja shum\u0451 sepse dihet,\nmosh\u0451s son\u0451 t\u0451 gjith\u0451 i k\u0451rkojn\u0451 gj\u0451ra t\u0451 tjera sapo ta takojn\u0451 her\u0451n e dyt\u0451.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Papritmas, nj\u0451 dit\u0451, kur erdha nga puna, e gjeta\nburrin n\u0451 sht\u0451pi. Kishte muaj q\u0451 nuk kishte ardhur. Vet\u0451m fliste me vajz\u0451n e\nmadhe n\u0451 telefon dhe asgj\u0451 m\u0451 shum\u0451. F\u0451mij\u0451t e kishin rrethuar dhe e po e puthnin\nme shum\u0451 mall. Un\u0451 e kisha mbuluar tradhtin\u0451 e tij dhe largimin e kisha quajtur\nsi emigrim n\u0451 Itali, prandaj dhe f\u0451mij\u0451t ndjeheshin ashtu. N\u0451 \u00e7ast, m\u2019u duk\nsikur m\u2019u p\u0451rmbys toka posht\u0451 k\u0451mb\u0451ve. Nuk reagova para f\u0451mij\u0451ve dhe ia dhash\u0451\ndor\u0451n, por jo ashtu si\u00e7 duhet. F\u0451mij\u0451ve u ra n\u0451 sy kjo dhe sigurisht, fajtore m\u0451 nxirrnin\nvet\u0451m mua. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Kur f\u0451mij\u0451t fjet\u0451n, u ula n\u0451 divan dhe mbusha\ndy gota ver\u0451. Ai u habit se si un\u0451 kisha filluar t\u0451 pija ver\u0451. Ai asnj\u0451her\u0451 nuk\nishte marr\u0451 me mua seriozisht dhe nuk m\u0451 kishte b\u0451r\u0451 q\u0451 t\u0451 pija nj\u0451 got\u0451 me t\u0451\nn\u0451 dark\u0451, duke folur s\u0451 bashku. Ishte tjetri q\u0451 m\u0451 kishte b\u0451r\u0451 t\u0451 m\u0451 dukej\nvetja me vler\u0451. Nj\u0451her\u0451, n\u0451 nj\u0451 lib\u0451r, kam lexuar: \u201cAi njeri q\u0451 t\u0451 b\u0451n t\u0451\ndukesh m\u0451 i mir\u0451 nga \u00e7\u2019je, t\u0451 dashuron\u201d.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ai e filloi bised\u0451n normalisht, sikur t\u0451 mos\nkishte ndodhur asgj\u0451. E d\u0451gjova p\u0451r pak minuta dhe pastaj e nd\u0451rpreva.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– T\u0451 lutem, ji nj\u0451her\u0451 n\u0451 jet\u0451n t\u0451nde ashtu si\nduhet!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Pse, si jam? – ul\u0451riu menj\u0451her\u0451, sepse nuk e\npriste nj\u0451 reagim t\u0451 till\u0451 nga un\u00eb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– I pafytyr\u0451! – kjo fjal\u0451 m\u0451 doli jo\nq\u0451llimisht nga goja dhe as vet\u0451 nuk e di ku e mora at\u0451 guxim.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Me k\u0451 flet ashtu ti?! – tha ai dhe u ngrit\nn\u0451 k\u0451mb\u0451 t\u0451 m\u0451 rrihte. N\u0451 at\u0451 \u00e7ast, nga zhurma e madhe ishin ngritur\nf\u0451mij\u0451t dhe ai uli dor\u0451n e u k\u0451rkoi falje atyre. U ul dhe m\u0451 k\u0451rkoi falje dhe\nmua.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I vura p\u0451rs\u0451ri f\u0451mij\u0451t n\u0451 gjum\u0451 dhe fjeta edhe\nun\u0451 me ta, q\u0451 t\u0451 shmangia \u00e7do konflikt. T\u0451 nes\u0451rmen ai nuk ishte ngritur\nkur un\u0451 u largova p\u0451r n\u0451 pun\u0451 dhe f\u0451mij\u0451t p\u0451r n\u0451 shkoll\u0451. Kur erdha n\u0451 sht\u0451pi\npasdite, i thash\u0451 se do t\u00eb shkoja ca dit\u0451 me pushime vet\u0451m. Ai nuk kund\u00ebrshtoi.\nM\u0451 pyeti se me k\u0451 dhe un\u0451 i thash\u0451 me nj\u0451 shoqe. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
N\u0451 t\u0451 v\u0451rtet\u0451, shkova me shokun e ri dhe ia\nkaluam shum\u0451 mir\u0451. Ishin 5 dit\u0451 t\u0451 mrekullueshme. Ai m\u0451 donte dhe un\u0451 e doja…\nNuk e doja sa m\u00eb donte ai, por ai kujdesej aq shum\u0451 p\u0451r mua dhe m\u0451 trajtonte si\nnj\u0451 princesh\u0451. Nga kjo, un\u0451 u marrosa pas tij. E kisha dashur gjithmon\u0451 burrin\ntim, por ai nuk kishte treguar asnj\u00ebher\u00eb ndonj\u0451 interes t\u0451 ve\u00e7ant\u0451\np\u0451r mua. Ai nuk ishte p\u0451rkujdesur p\u0451r mua as kur isha e s\u0451mur\u0451, por un\u0451 nuk e\nkuptoja, sepse isha e dashuruar verb\u0451risht me t\u0451.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Kur u ktheva n\u0451 sht\u0451pi, i k\u0451rkova menj\u0451her\u0451\ndivorcin. Ai u largua nuk e di p\u0451r ku. Vajza e priti shum\u0451 keq k\u0451t\u0451, madje m\u0451\nakuzoi se fajtore isha un\u0451, si gjithmon\u0451, mir\u0451po tani isha e lumtur dhe mendoja\nse krahas lumturis\u0451 s\u0451 f\u0451mij\u0451ve, duhet t\u0451 shihja e t\u0451 mendoja edhe p\u0451r\nlumturin\u0451 time. Me kalimin e koh\u0451s, vajza dhe f\u0451mij\u0451t e tjer\u0451 do t\u0451 m\u0451\nkuptonin. Procedurat e divorcit donin shum\u00eb koh\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00eb p\u0451rfundonin dhe un\u0451 nuk\ndoja t\u0451 bija n\u0451 sy se kisha nj\u0451 tjet\u0451r gjat\u0451 k\u0451saj kohe. Flisja vet\u0451m n\u0451\ntelefon me t\u0451. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nj\u0451 dit\u0451, ai m\u0451 mori q\u0451 n\u0451 m\u0451ngjes her\u0451t.\nAkoma nuk isha zgjuar dhe m\u0451 zgjoi zilja e telefonit. Z\u0451ri i tij i \u0451mb\u0451l ishte\nb\u0451r\u0451 zilja ime e zgjimit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Do t\u00eb nisem p\u0451r rrug\u0451 e ndoshta nuk vij dot\npasdite q\u0451 t\u0451 t\u00eb uroj dit\u0451lindjen, por do t\u0451 t\u0451 marr n\u0451 telefon – tha ai pasi\nm\u0451 kishte dh\u00ebn\u00eb nj\u0451 p\u0451rsh\u0451ndetje t\u0451 mrekullueshme. Ai gjithmon\u0451 m\u0451 thoshte\nfjal\u0451 shum\u0451 t\u0451 \u00ebmbla n\u0451 m\u0451ngjes n\u0451 telefon q\u0451 ta nisja dit\u0451n mbar\u0451. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Do m\u0451rzitem pa ty sot…<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Jo t\u0451 lutem, mos u m\u0451rzit se do mundohem t\u0451\nmbaroj pun\u0451 dhe t\u0451 vij. \u2013 m\u00eb tha.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Fol\u0451m edhe pak dhe ai m\u0451 kujtoi se duhej t\u0451\nngrihesha e t\u0451 b\u0451hesha gati p\u0451r n\u0451 pun\u0451. E kishte gjithmon\u0451 zakon t\u0451 m\u0451\nk\u0451shillonte dhe t\u0451 m\u0451 tregonte se si do t\u0451 veproja, mir\u0451po fatkeq\u00ebsisht, ajo qe\ntelefonata e fundit q\u00eb b\u00ebra me t\u00eb. Ai gjeti vdekjen n\u0451 at\u0451 aksident duke u\nkthyer q\u0451 t\u0451 ishte me mua n\u0451 dit\u0451lindjen time. Nga lodhja e rrug\u0451s s\u0451 gjat\u0451 dhe\nnga nxitimi p\u0451r t\u0451 qen\u0451 me mua, makina e tij doli nga rruga dhe ai nuk mundi t\u0451\nshp\u0451tonte. As nuk arriti n\u0451 spital. P\u0451r mua, kjo qe nj\u0451 dhimbje e pap\u0451rballueshme.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Meq\u0451 kishim punuar bashk\u0451, i shkova n\u0451 varrim\ndhe ishte nj\u0451 dhimbje t\u0451 cil\u0451n nuk e mendoja kurr\u0451 se do ta kaloja. U ktheva n\u0451\nsht\u0451pi dhe i k\u0451rkova shefit disa dit\u0451 pushim, duke i th\u0451n\u0451 se kisha nj\u0451rin nga\nf\u0451mij\u0451t e s\u0451mur\u0451. Rrija gjith\u0451 dit\u0451n shtrir\u0451 n\u0451 shtrat dhe nuk gjeja asnj\u0451\npretekst p\u0451r t\u2019u ngritur e p\u0451r t\u0451 dal\u0451. Mendoja se ai aksident u b\u0451 p\u0451r shkakun\ntim. Po t\u0451 mos i kisha th\u0451n\u0451 t\u0451 vinte e po t\u0451 mos ishte dit\u0451lindja ime, at\u0451\ndit\u0451 ai do t\u0451 ishte gjall\u0451. K\u0451to mendime m\u0451 mbajt\u0451n shum\u0451 koh\u0451 peng.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nj\u0451 dit\u0451, vajza ime m\u0451 mori nga krevati dhe m\u0451\nfuti n\u0451 dush me gjith\u0451 rroba. M\u0451 la ashtu e m\u0451 thoshte:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Jemi ne k\u0451tu. Na shiko. Na duhesh ti. Jemi\nt\u0451 tut\u0451. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dhe, s\u0451 bashku me djalin e vajz\u0451n tjet\u0451r, ata rrinin\nn\u0451 prag t\u0451 banjos. At\u0451here i thirra mendjes dhe reflektova. I p\u0451rqafova f\u0451mij\u0451t\ne mi dhe kuptova se nuk ka asgj\u0451 m\u0451 t\u0451 r\u0451nd\u0451sishme se ata, mir\u0451po zemra ime\nishte dhe \u0451sht\u0451 bosh. M\u0451 vjen shum\u0451 keq p\u0451r veten q\u0451 humba nj\u0451 njeri q\u0451 nuk\nbesoj se do ta z\u0451ved\u0451soj\u0451 ndokush, p\u0451r m\u0451nyr\u0451n e sjelljes dhe p\u0451r m\u0451nyr\u0451n se si\nm\u0451 dashuroi. Por, kjo \u0451sht\u0451 jeta, n\u0451 fund t\u0451 fundit.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Un\u0451 q\u0451 po ju shkruaj jam nj\u0451 grua q\u00eb sapo ka humbur dashurin\u0451 e saj, nj\u0451 dashuri q\u0451 m\u0451 nxori nga bataku ku isha. Jam n\u0451 mbarim t\u0451 t\u00eb tridhjetave dhe fillim t\u0451 t\u00eb dyzetave. Jam martuar shum\u0451 e vog\u0451l, por nuk do t\u0451 thot\u0451 q\u0451 nuk e kam dashur burrin tim, madje e kam […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":20678,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[94],"tags":[2106],"class_list":["post-22223","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\/22223","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=22223"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22223\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/20678"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=22223"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=22223"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=22223"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}