P\u00ebrsh\u00ebndetje miq dhe lexues t\u00eb gazet\u00ebs \u201cIntervista\u201d. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
E di q\u00eb jeni t\u00eb shumt\u00eb n\u00eb num\u00ebr dhe p\u00ebr k\u00ebt\u00eb ju fal\u00ebnderoj, sepse jeni shum\u00eb sy dhe vesh\u00eb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
K\u00ebshtu, edhe ne gjejm\u00eb nj\u00eb der\u00eb hapur p\u00ebr t\u00eb rr\u00ebfyer dhe p\u00ebr t\u00eb leht\u00ebsuar dhembjet tona.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
T\u00eb gjith\u00eb s\u00eb bashku b\u00ebhemi miq t\u00eb panjohur dhe diskutojm\u00eb p\u00ebr problemet e nj\u00ebri-tjetrit. Halli-hallit nuk i ngjan, apo jo? Historit\u00eb kan\u00eb nj\u00eb dat\u00eb fillimi dhe mbarimi i tyre kurr\u00eb nuk dihet, por historit\u00eb pa fund, jan\u00eb dhembje pa fund. Historia ime nuk ka nj\u00eb dat\u00eb fillimi dhe mbarimi. Ka filluar dikur, por nuk ka p\u00ebrfunduar ende, sepse…<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Un\u00eb jam nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb 24 vje\u00e7e q\u00eb kam mbaruar Fakultetin\nJuridik. Gjithmon\u00eb kam qen\u00eb nx\u00ebn\u00ebse e mir\u00eb, kam pasur rezultate t\u00eb larta dhe kam\nqen\u00eb e k\u00ebnaqur me notat e mia. Kur isha e vog\u00ebl, d\u00ebshira ime ishte t\u00eb vazhdoja\nAkademin\u00eb e Arteve p\u00ebr Regji ose Aktrim. T\u00eb dyja kan\u00eb qen\u00eb deg\u00ebt e mia t\u00eb\npreferuara, por kur erdhi koha p\u00ebr t\u00eb konkuruar n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb fakultet, nuk konkurova\nsepse rrethanat ishin t\u00eb atilla q\u00eb e mbajt\u00ebn larg \u00ebndrr\u00ebn time. Nuk jam penduar\nq\u00eb nuk jam n\u00eb at\u00eb fakultet, edhe pse e d\u00ebshiroja shum\u00eb. Edhe tani kam nj\u00eb deg\u00eb\nq\u00eb e adhuroj dhe e kam shum\u00eb p\u00ebr zem\u00ebr. Fundja, nuk kam mbetur pa gj\u00eb fare. Un\u00eb\nkam edhe nj\u00eb v\u00eblla m\u00eb t\u00eb vog\u00ebl se vetja. Ai \u00ebsht\u00eb 19 vje\u00e7. Kur ka qen\u00eb i vog\u00ebl,\nv\u00ebllai, nga temperatura e lart\u00eb e dh\u00ebmb\u00ebve, ka kaluar epilepsi, (s\u00ebmundje toke,\nsi\u00e7 i thon\u00eb). Mami dhe babi, syt\u00eb i kishin vet\u00ebm te v\u00ebllai. Jo se mua m\u00eb kishin\nl\u00ebn\u00eb pas dore, nuk mund t\u00eb ankohem dhe t\u00eb them se s\u2019m\u00eb donin dhe nuk m\u2019i\nplot\u00ebsonin d\u00ebshirat, por kryefjala tyre ishte v\u00ebllai. Nj\u00eb hall i madh dukej dhe\nk\u00ebshtu ishte. Un\u00eb mbaj mend shum\u00eb pak sepse kam qen\u00eb e vog\u00ebl, por mami m\u00eb\nkishte si dor\u00eb ndihm\u00ebse n\u00eb familje sepse un\u00eb kujdesesha edhe p\u00ebr v\u00ebllain dhe\nmund t\u00eb b\u00ebja ndonj\u00eb pun\u00eb t\u00eb vog\u00ebl. P\u00ebr shembull, mbaj mend q\u00eb e vog\u00ebl shkoja t\u00eb\nblija dhe u thoja shit\u00ebseve: \u201cM\u00eb jep kusurin\u201d. Edhe kur u rrita, shit\u00ebset ma\nkujtonin gjithmon\u00eb dhe m\u00eb donin shum\u00eb se kam qen\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00eb i lezetsh\u00ebm dhe i\nshkath\u00ebt. Gjith\u00e7ka n\u00eb sht\u00ebpin\u00eb time do t\u00eb b\u00ebhej si ishte m\u00eb mir\u00eb p\u00ebr v\u00ebllain.\nLodrat m\u00eb t\u00eb shtrenjta do t\u2019i kishte ai dhe jo un\u00eb, madje un\u00eb isha ajo q\u00eb thoja:\n\u201cBlijini dhurat\u00eb v\u00ebllait se g\u00ebzohet\u201d. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nuk m\u00ebrzitesha, e doja dhe e dua shum\u00eb v\u00ebllain,\npor kur kemi qen\u00eb t\u00eb vegj\u00ebl, sigurisht q\u00eb grindeshim dhe un\u00eb isha ajo q\u00eb edhe\nhaja shpullat dhe duhet t\u00eb hapja rrug\u00eb. Gjithmon\u00eb, un\u00eb isha ajo q\u00eb futesha\nposht\u00eb krevatit se kisha frik\u00eb se v\u00ebllai do t\u00eb m\u00eb gjuante kur i hipnin nervat.\nIsha un\u00eb ajo q\u00eb rrija n\u00eb tualet, e shtrir\u00eb p\u00ebrtok\u00eb dhe qaja se nuk doja t\u00eb\nrrihesha dhe sigurisht, rrihesha, sepse sa her\u00eb m\u00eb shihte ulur n\u00eb dysheme dhe\nishte me nerva, v\u00ebllai ma p\u00ebrplaste kok\u00ebn n\u00eb tok\u00eb. Nj\u00eb her\u00eb, mami kishte dal\u00eb\np\u00ebr t\u00eb bler\u00eb buk\u00eb dhe un\u00eb e v\u00ebllai ishim vet\u00ebm n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi. Nuk e di se p\u00ebr \u00e7far\u00eb\npo ziheshim (sigurisht, ne ishim shum\u00eb t\u00eb vegj\u00ebl) dhe, atij i hip\u00ebn nervat e\nmori thik\u00ebn e buk\u00ebs p\u00ebr t\u00eb m\u00eb gjuajtur. Ika me vrap n\u00eb dhom\u00eb dhe shyqyr q\u00eb dera\ne dhom\u00ebs ishte me \u00e7el\u00ebs dhe e mbylla. Kujtova se ai u largua, por menj\u00ebher\u00eb\nd\u00ebgjova thik\u00ebn q\u00eb godiste der\u00ebn. Oh… ishin shum\u00eb t\u00eb goditura, kisha shum\u00eb\nfrik\u00eb se dera do dilte nga vendi dhe ai do hynte n\u00eb dhom\u00eb e do t\u00eb m\u00eb ngulte\nthik\u00ebn. T\u00eb b\u00ebrtiturat tona ishin n\u00eb kulm, aq sa edhe mami n\u00eb dyqan na d\u00ebgjoi\ndhe erdhi me vrap. M\u00eb b\u00ebrtiti, por kur pa q\u00eb dera ishte e goditur me thik\u00eb u\nshqet\u00ebsua shum\u00eb dhe prap\u00eb fajin ma hidhte mua. Por, \u00e7far\u00eb faji mund t\u00eb kisha\nun\u00eb?! Un\u00eb kisha shp\u00ebtuar p\u00ebr nj\u00eb fije dhe \u201cfal\u00ebnderoj\u201d der\u00ebn q\u00eb kishte \u00e7el\u00ebs,\nq\u00eb m\u00eb shp\u00ebtoi jet\u00ebn mua. Kur num\u00ebrova vrimat q\u00eb kishte hapur thika, u\ntmerrova…<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nuk dija si t\u00eb sillesha, sepse me at\u00eb timen\nun\u00eb sillesha shum\u00eb mir\u00eb. I blija \u00e7do gj\u00eb q\u00eb ai donte t\u00eb hante, sepse m\u00eb\ndhimbsej dhe doja t\u2019i b\u00ebja qejfin, por asnj\u00ebher\u00eb nuk e kuptoja pse ai nuk m\u00eb\ndonte mua. Ose ka qen\u00eb gjendja e tij mendore dhe mosha ime, q\u00eb nuk i lija rrug\u00eb\ndhe e m\u00ebrzisja aq sa ai mund edhe t\u00eb m\u00eb merrte jet\u00ebn. Sigurisht, kur d\u00ebgjoj se\nv\u00ebllez\u00ebrit i blen\u00eb motrave dhurata p\u00ebr dat\u00eblindje, mua m\u00eb mbushen syt\u00eb me\nlot…<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Tani ai \u00ebsht\u00eb m\u00eb mir\u00eb, ne dalim dhe shpesh\ngjendemi n\u00ebp\u00ebr fast-foode t\u00eb ndrysh\u00ebm, sepse i p\u00eblqen shum\u00eb gatimi atje, edhe\npse mundohem t\u2019ia nxjerr nga qejfi. Edhe pse akoma zihemi, sigurisht, p\u00ebr gj\u00ebra\nkoti, tani v\u00ebllai ma ka frik\u00ebn dhe m\u00eb d\u00ebgjon, madje m\u00eb k\u00ebrkon edhe falje. Un\u00eb\ndua ta m\u00ebsoj si t\u00eb sillet mir\u00eb dhe shpesh, i flas, madje tani m\u00eb thot\u00eb \u201cpo\npsikologe\u201d, por prap\u00eb e ndjej nj\u00eb boshll\u00ebk. Nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb sakt\u00ebsisht e mbushur\nzemra ime, nj\u00eb dashuri v\u00ebllaz\u00ebrore i mungon. Un\u00eb nuk e di n\u00ebse v\u00ebllai m\u00eb do, ama\nkur e pyes, ose kur e nxjerr sh\u00ebtitje, m\u00eb thot\u00eb: \u201cJe motra m\u00eb e mir\u00eb n\u00eb bot\u00eb,\nt\u00eb dua shum\u00eb\u201d. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Edhe un\u00eb do ta doja nj\u00eb k\u00ebshill\u00eb nga v\u00ebllai, edhe\nun\u00eb do t\u00eb doja dhurata nga v\u00ebllai, por te ne \u00ebsht\u00eb ndryshe; un\u00eb duhet t\u2019i jap\nk\u00ebshilla v\u00ebllait, un\u00eb duhet t\u2019i plot\u00ebsoj qejfet v\u00ebllait dhe duhet ta dua shum\u00eb,\nm\u00eb shum\u00eb se\u00e7 do nj\u00eb mot\u00ebr v\u00ebllain e vet. E d\u00ebgjoja shpesh fraz\u00ebn: \u201cLiroji rrug\u00eb\nv\u00ebllait se e ke t\u00eb s\u00ebmur\u00eb!\u201d. Po, \u00e7far\u00eb rruge mund t\u00eb hapja un\u00eb kur kam qen\u00eb\nvet\u00eb shum\u00eb e vog\u00ebl? Tani, po, di si t\u2019i liroj rrug\u00eb dhe si t\u00eb sillem me t\u00eb, por\ngjithmon\u00eb mendoj se si do t\u2019i shkoj\u00eb filli v\u00ebllait tim. Jeta, pra, m\u00eb ka rritur\nme halle dhe me mundime. M\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb dukur sikur u rrita para kohe dhe u hyra\nhalleve para kohe. Sigurisht, tani ai \u00ebsht\u00eb b\u00ebr\u00eb shum\u00eb m\u00eb mir\u00eb, madje \u00ebsht\u00eb dhe\nshum\u00eb djal\u00eb t\u00ebrheq\u00ebs dhe un\u00eb i uroj m\u00eb t\u00eb mirat e bot\u00ebs…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
P\u00ebrsh\u00ebndetje miq dhe lexues t\u00eb gazet\u00ebs \u201cIntervista\u201d. E di q\u00eb jeni t\u00eb shumt\u00eb n\u00eb num\u00ebr dhe p\u00ebr k\u00ebt\u00eb ju fal\u00ebnderoj, sepse jeni shum\u00eb sy dhe vesh\u00eb. K\u00ebshtu, edhe ne gjejm\u00eb nj\u00eb der\u00eb hapur p\u00ebr t\u00eb rr\u00ebfyer dhe p\u00ebr t\u00eb leht\u00ebsuar dhembjet tona. T\u00eb gjith\u00eb s\u00eb bashku b\u00ebhemi miq t\u00eb panjohur dhe diskutojm\u00eb p\u00ebr problemet e […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":21286,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[95],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-22227","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-rrefime-mekatesh"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22227","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=22227"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22227\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/21286"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=22227"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=22227"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=22227"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}