D\u00ebshira ime ka qen\u00eb gjithmon\u00eb t\u2019i ndaja historit\u00eb e jet\u00ebs sime me t\u00eb tjer\u00ebt, ndaj kurr\u00eb nuk i kam mbajtur p\u00ebr vete, se m\u00eb dukej sikur do t\u00eb m\u00eb merrnin frym\u00ebn. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
N\u00eb mosh\u00ebn 25-vje\u00e7are, frekuentoja rregullisht nj\u00eb lokal pran\u00eb sht\u00ebpis\u00eb sime.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
At\u00ebhere isha e lir\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb dashuruar, por nuk e mendoja absolutisht t\u00eb kisha nj\u00eb dashur q\u00eb nj\u00eb dit\u00eb mund t\u00eb ishte edhe bashk\u00ebshorti e babai i f\u00ebmij\u00ebve t\u00eb mi.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Isha shum\u00eb mosbesuese ndaj lidhjeve, martesave dhe marr\u00ebdh\u00ebnies n\u00eb \u00e7ift. M\u00eb p\u00eblqente vetja ashtu vet\u00ebm, pa kufizime, pa detyrime, b\u00ebja gjith\u00e7ka q\u00eb doja vet\u00eb dhe vendimet p\u00ebr \u00e7do gj\u00eb n\u00eb jet\u00ebn time i merrja po vet\u00eb, pa influencime, ndaj sa her\u00eb mendoja se nj\u00eb dit\u00eb do t\u00eb kisha nj\u00eb partner n\u00eb krah, druhesha e m\u00eb dukej di\u00e7ka q\u00eb me siguri do t\u00eb m\u00eb ndodhte nj\u00eb dit\u00eb, por k\u00ebt\u00eb dit\u00eb e shihja t\u00eb larg\u00ebt. N\u00eb fakt, si p\u00ebr t\u00eb rrallat her\u00eb n\u00eb jet\u00ebn time, n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb drejtim, gabova. Nj\u00eb dit\u00eb, pik\u00ebrisht n\u00eb lokalin tim t\u00eb preferuar, pash\u00eb nj\u00eb djal\u00eb shum\u00eb t\u00eb pash\u00ebm. Njer\u00ebzit nuk i dalloja kurr\u00eb nga bukuria, por nuk e kuptova as vet\u00eb se \u00e7\u2019m\u00eb t\u00ebrhoqi aq shum\u00eb n\u00eb \u00e7astin q\u00eb e pash\u00eb. Provova ca ndjesi q\u00eb nuk i kisha provuar kurr\u00eb m\u00eb par\u00eb, gj\u00eb q\u00eb nuk ishte e zakonshme p\u00ebr mua dhe p\u00ebr natyr\u00ebn time. At\u00eb dit\u00eb isha ulur n\u00eb at\u00eb lokal me nj\u00eb kush\u00ebrir\u00ebn time, kurse ai q\u00ebndronte ulur p\u00ebrball\u00eb meje. Un\u00eb e shikoja, por edhe ai m\u00eb hidhte ndonj\u00eb sy her\u00eb pas here. Nd\u00ebrsa kush\u00ebrira m\u00eb fliste, un\u00eb s’d\u00ebgjoja asnj\u00eb fjal\u00eb, por vet\u00ebm e ndiqja me kok\u00eb ashtu kot, sa p\u00ebr t\u00eb mos e ofenduar. E gjith\u00eb v\u00ebmendja ime ishte tjet\u00ebrkund. Nuk i tregova asgj\u00eb p\u00ebr ndjesit\u00eb q\u00eb po provoja n\u00eb ato \u00e7aste, sepse ato ishin aq t\u00eb bukura sa i mbajta vet\u00ebm p\u00ebr vete. Pas pak kush\u00ebrira ime m\u00eb tha se duhet t\u00eb ngriheshim se kishte shkuar von\u00eb, por mua s’po m\u00eb ndahej shpirti nga aty. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Po mir\u00eb, – i thash\u00eb me gjysm\u00eb z\u00ebri, – hajde t\u00eb ngrihemi…<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ajo m\u00eb pa me dy syt\u00eb e saj dyshues sikur t\u00eb kishte kuptuar di\u00e7ka, por\ns’guxoi t\u00eb m\u00eb pyeste. T\u00eb nes\u00ebrmen un\u00eb shkova p\u00ebrs\u00ebri n\u00eb at\u00eb lokal p\u00ebr t\u00eb pir\u00eb\nkafen\u00eb e m\u00ebngjesit, por ai nuk erdhi. Ndenja m\u00eb shum\u00eb se zakonisht me shpres\u00ebn\nse do ta shihja s\u00ebrish, por nuk u b\u00eb i gjall\u00eb. Mendova se at\u00eb dit\u00eb ishte nj\u00eb\nrast\u00ebsi ardhja e tij n\u00eb at\u00eb lokal dhe s’do t\u00eb vinte m\u00eb kurr\u00eb aty, nd\u00ebrsa mua\nnuk e di \u00e7\u2019po m\u00eb ndodhte, nuk po e njihja m\u00eb veten. Kurr\u00eb s’kisha besuar te\ndashurit\u00eb me shikim t\u00eb par\u00eb dhe s’mund ta pranoja q\u00eb nj\u00eb gj\u00eb e till\u00eb po m\u00eb\nndodhte mua. S’mund ta besoja sepse edhe ndaj t\u00eb tjer\u00ebve q\u00eb u kishte ndodhur e\nnj\u00ebjta gj\u00eb, isha mjaft skeptike. Vall\u00eb po m\u00eb ndodhte ajo p\u00ebr t\u00eb cil\u00ebn kisha\ndyshuar gjithmon\u00eb, po bija n\u00eb dashuri? K\u00ebshtu kaluan disa dit\u00eb dhe mua s’m\u00eb\nndaheshin nga syt\u00eb syt\u00eb e tij q\u00eb m\u00eb dukej sikur i kisha p\u00ebrpara gjat\u00eb gjith\u00eb\nkoh\u00ebs. Pas disa dit\u00ebsh e pash\u00eb p\u00ebrs\u00ebri at\u00eb, por k\u00ebt\u00eb her\u00eb, n\u00eb rrug\u00eb. Qe nj\u00eb rast\u00ebsi\naq e bukur sa p\u00ebr nj\u00eb \u00e7ast, shtanga n\u00eb vend e mahnitur, sikur t\u00eb kisha p\u00ebrpara\nnj\u00eb yll q\u00eb ndriste. Nuk durova dot dhe menj\u00ebher\u00eb p\u00ebrfitova nga ajo rast\u00ebsi q\u00eb\nndoshta s’do t\u00eb m\u00eb vinte m\u00eb dhe iu afrova pran\u00eb e i thash\u00eb:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Mundesh, nj\u00eb minut\u00eb?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
N\u00eb fakt, k\u00ebto veprime zakonisht kryhen nga gjinia mashkullore, por mua nuk\nm\u00eb erdhi aspak turp q\u00eb tentova t\u00eb ndaloja nj\u00eb djal\u00eb n\u00eb rrug\u00eb. Nuk m\u00eb kishte\nndodhur kurr\u00eb n\u00eb jet\u00eb t\u2019i propozoja nj\u00eb djali, por kot nuk thon\u00eb q\u00eb gjithmon\u00eb\nka nj\u00eb her\u00eb t\u00eb par\u00eb. Ai pranoi t\u00eb ndalonte se ishte me t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb nj\u00eb djal\u00eb i\nsjellsh\u00ebm e ma ktheu: <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Po, sigurisht q\u00eb mundem!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
E pyeta n\u00ebse mund t\u00eb pinim nj\u00eb kaf\u00eb bashk\u00eb dhe ai, p\u00ebr momentin, mbeti pa\nfjal\u00eb, por m\u00eb pas m\u00eb ktheu p\u00ebrgjigje pozitive. U ul\u00ebm diku aty pran\u00eb n\u00eb nj\u00eb bar\ndhe biseduam p\u00ebr rreth tridhjet\u00eb minuta. Ishte k\u00ebnaq\u00ebsia me e madhe q\u00eb kisha\nndjer\u00eb ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb! Dukesha nga syt\u00eb q\u00eb isha e marrosur pas tij. Gjat\u00eb bised\u00ebs i\nthash\u00eb se m\u00eb p\u00eblqente shum\u00eb dhe se do t\u00eb doja shum\u00eb t\u00eb kisha nj\u00eb t\u00eb dashur si\nai. Ai ma ktheu:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Edhe un\u00eb, nj\u00eb t\u00eb dashur si ty!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Un\u00eb buz\u00ebqesha n\u00eb at\u00eb \u00e7ast dhe m\u00eb dukej sikur gj\u00ebrat po shkonin si\u00e7 d\u00ebshiroja.\nPasi u ndava nga ai, shkova n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi m\u00eb e lumtur se kurr\u00eb m\u00eb par\u00eb. M\u00eb dukej\nsikur po fluturoja me krah\u00eb. Flisja \u00e7do dit\u00eb me t\u00eb n\u00eb telefon p\u00ebr gj\u00ebra t\u00eb\nbukura, p\u00ebr jet\u00ebn n\u00eb p\u00ebrgjith\u00ebsi, p\u00ebr d\u00ebshirat dhe p\u00ebr nj\u00eb shum\u00ebllojshm\u00ebri gj\u00ebrash\nq\u00eb ishin pjes\u00eb e jet\u00ebve tona. Shk\u00ebmbeja mendime dhe biseda q\u00eb s’kisha mundur\nt’i b\u00ebja me njer\u00ebz t\u00eb tjer\u00eb. M\u00eb von\u00eb ai u b\u00eb i dashuri im prej v\u00ebrteti. Ndjehesha\nsikur kisha prekur qiellin me dor\u00eb. Pas disa koh\u00ebsh, vendosa t’i tregoja p\u00ebr k\u00ebt\u00eb\nlidhje kush\u00ebrir\u00ebs sime e cila ishte edhe si nj\u00eb shoqe e ngusht\u00eb p\u00ebr mua. Ajo e\npriti shum\u00eb mir\u00eb e m\u00eb tha q\u00eb do t\u00eb m\u00eb p\u00ebrkrahte p\u00ebr \u00e7do gj\u00eb, vet\u00ebm e vet\u00ebm q\u00eb t\u00eb\nm\u00eb shikonte t\u00eb lumtur. K\u00ebshtu kaluan disa muaj dhe lidhja jon\u00eb po shkonte p\u00ebr\nmrekulli. Njer\u00ebzve t\u00eb mi ua kisha mbajtur t\u00eb fshehur, sepse nuk doja t\u00eb\nnxitohesha. Gjithmon\u00eb i merrja gj\u00ebrat shtruar dhe m\u00eb dilnin p\u00ebr mir\u00eb, por k\u00ebsaj\nhere, tejzgjatja nuk shkoi aspak p\u00ebr mir\u00eb. Djali q\u00eb doja me gjith\u00eb zem\u00ebr, kish\nvendosur t’i bashkohej familjes s\u00eb tij n\u00eb Amerik\u00eb, vet\u00ebm p\u00ebr pak koh\u00eb, pasi n\u00eb\nvendin ton\u00eb e kishte t\u00eb pamundur pun\u00ebsimin. M\u00eb premtoi se do t\u00eb kthehej shpejt\ndhe m\u00eb k\u00ebrkoi ta prisja. Un\u00eb i dhash\u00eb fjal\u00ebn time dhe ai u largua i qet\u00eb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Pa t\u00eb, dit\u00ebt m\u00eb dukeshin muaj e muajt m\u00eb dukeshin shekuj. Kur u b\u00eb nj\u00eb vit\npa t\u00eb, nuk mund t\u00eb duroja m\u00eb pa e par\u00eb dhe pa e patur pran\u00eb. Telefonat\u00eb pas\ntelefonate, ai po m\u00eb dukej gjithmon\u00eb e m\u00eb i ftoht\u00eb, por kurr\u00eb s’kisha guximin\nta pyesja. P\u00ebrse z\u00ebri i tij nuk ishte m\u00eb i ngroht\u00eb? M\u00eb dukej sikur po largohej\ngjithmon\u00eb e m\u00eb shum\u00eb nga un\u00eb. N\u00eb kok\u00eb m\u00eb lind\u00ebn nj\u00ebmij\u00eb dyshime, aq sa nisi t\u00eb m\u00eb\ndukej vetja budallaqe kok\u00eb e k\u00ebmb\u00eb. \u00c7’po ndodhte me lidhjen ton\u00eb? Kisha nj\u00eb\nparandjenj\u00eb t\u00eb keqe e m\u00eb duhej nj\u00eb p\u00ebrgjigje. P\u00ebrse ajo sjellje e ftoht\u00eb p\u00ebrtej\ntelefonit? Gjithmon\u00eb e pyesja se kur do t\u00eb kthehej se m\u00eb kishte marr\u00eb malli p\u00ebr\nt\u00eb, por ai ma kthente: \u201cMir\u00eb, mir\u00eb se do t\u00eb flasim p\u00ebr k\u00ebt\u00eb\u201d dhe kurr\u00eb s’m\u00eb\nthoshte se i mungoja, se m\u00eb donte, si\u00e7 m\u00eb shprehej p\u00ebrpara largimit n\u00eb Amerik\u00eb.\n\u00c7do dit\u00eb e m\u00eb shum\u00eb po e humbisja dhe s’dija si t\u00eb veproja p\u00ebr t\u00eb rifituar\ndashurin\u00eb e tij. Sa keq q\u00eb lidhja jon\u00eb nuk ishte m\u00eb e nj\u00ebjta! Mos vall\u00eb faktor\ni k\u00ebsaj ishte larg\u00ebsia? Mos p\u00ebr t\u00eb vlente shprehja: \u201cLarg syrit, larg zemr\u00ebs\u201d? K\u00ebshtu,\ndit\u00ebt shkonin dhe un\u00eb m\u00ebsova se e v\u00ebrteta e gjith\u00eb asaj sjelljeje t\u00eb t\u00eb\ndashurit tim t\u00eb ndryshuesh\u00ebm si kameleon nuk ishte larg\u00ebsia, por di\u00e7ka tjet\u00ebr\ndjall\u00ebzore dhe e mir\u00ebmenduar nga nj\u00eb person i tret\u00eb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nj\u00eb mbr\u00ebmje ai m\u00eb telefonoi dhe m\u00eb tha: \u201cM\u00eb d\u00ebgjo mir\u00eb, kurr\u00eb s’kam dashur\nt\u00eb t\u00eb l\u00ebndoj, por kurrsesi s’mund t\u00eb lejoj q\u00eb ti t\u00eb m\u00eb l\u00ebndosh mua… Pse ma ke\nmbajtur t\u00eb fsheht\u00eb t\u00eb kaluar\u00ebn t\u00ebnde? Nuk kam nevoj\u00eb t\u00eb kem p\u00ebrkrah nj\u00eb g\u00ebnjeshtare,\nndaj q\u00eb sot t\u00eb k\u00ebrkoj t\u00eb m\u00eb l\u00ebsh t\u00eb qet\u00eb!\u201d.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Un\u00eb shtanga dhe fillova t\u00eb qaja pa z\u00eb. Ai m\u00eb mbylli telefonin duke mos\npritur t’i jepja qoft\u00eb edhe nj\u00eb shpjegim. Kjo ishte nj\u00eb dram\u00eb e v\u00ebrtet\u00eb p\u00ebr mua!\nS’mund ta duroja mbi supe k\u00ebt\u00eb dhimbje t\u00eb madhe. \u00c7\u2019ishte e v\u00ebrteta, un\u00eb kisha\nmbajtur sekrete dhe s’kisha mundur t’i trgeoja mbi jet\u00ebn time n\u00eb t\u00eb shkuar\u00ebn, nd\u00ebrkoh\u00eb\nq\u00eb ai m\u00eb kish besuar gjith\u00e7ka e m\u00eb kish hapur zemr\u00ebn. Ai kishte t\u00eb drejt\u00eb t\u00eb\nndjehej i zhg\u00ebnjyer, por nj\u00eb shpjegim t\u00eb pakt\u00ebn meritoja t\u00eb ma linte. E mora\ndhe e rimora, por kurr\u00eb m\u00eb s’ma hapi telefonin. E ku vall\u00eb t\u00eb mund ta gjeja m\u00eb\nnjeriun tim t\u00eb zemr\u00ebs? P\u00ebrtej oqeanit, bota ishte e panjohur p\u00ebr mua. M\u00eb vinte\nt\u00eb b\u00ebrtisja, t\u00eb ul\u00ebrija, t\u00eb qaja me t\u00eb madhe e s’doja t\u00eb shihja m\u00eb njeri me sy.\nT\u00eb v\u00ebrtetat e t\u00eb kaluar\u00ebs sime ishin t\u00eb hidhura, ndaj s’doja ta hidh\u00ebroja at\u00eb\ndjal\u00eb t\u00eb mir\u00eb n\u00eb t\u00eb cilin gjeta ngroht\u00ebsin\u00eb e munguar, por me sa dukej, e gjith\u00eb\nhistoria jon\u00eb ishte shum\u00eb e bukur p\u00ebr t\u00eb qen\u00eb e v\u00ebrtet\u00eb. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nga dita n\u00eb dit\u00eb, e kuptova sa r\u00ebnd\u00eb kisha gabuar q\u00eb nuk i kisha treguar atij\np\u00ebr adoleshenc\u00ebn time t\u00eb v\u00ebshtir\u00eb e aspak normale, periudh\u00eb n\u00eb t\u00eb cil\u00ebn kisha b\u00ebr\u00eb\ngabime, p\u00ebr familjen time t\u00eb shkat\u00ebrruar, p\u00ebr p\u00ebrdorimin e alkoolit e t\u00eb tjera\nsi k\u00ebto, q\u00eb i kisha l\u00ebn\u00eb pas n\u00eb koh\u00eb, pasi kisha arritur me vullnet t\u00eb b\u00ebhesha\ntjet\u00ebr njeri, me vlera e me virtyte, aq sa dhe shum\u00eb njer\u00ebz mbeteshin t\u00eb\nhabitur nga ndryshimi im rr\u00ebnj\u00ebsor. Por p\u00ebrse duhet t\u00eb m\u00eb rikthehej ajo e\nkaluar e trisht\u00eb? Dukej si nj\u00eb gjest keqb\u00ebr\u00ebs nga dikush q\u00eb donte t\u00eb m\u00eb\nshikonte t\u00eb shkat\u00ebrruar. Kush mund t’ia kish th\u00ebn\u00eb t\u00eb v\u00ebrtetat e mia t\u00eb\ndashurit tim, nd\u00ebrkoh\u00eb q\u00eb vet\u00ebm kush\u00ebrira ime ishte n\u00eb dijeni p\u00ebr t\u00eb? Kjo ishte\nsi t\u00eb vrisje dik\u00eb prapa shpine dhe n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb rast, viktima isha un\u00eb. Kush\u00ebrira\nime nuk ishte ajo q\u00eb kisha menduar, nj\u00eb shpatull e ngroht\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb qar\u00eb hallet e\np\u00ebr t\u00eb rr\u00ebfyer sekretet. Ajo i ngjante nj\u00eb djalli q\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb ruajtur miq\u00ebsin\u00eb\ntime, ishte shtirur si engj\u00ebll. S’mund ta besoja e s’mund t’ia falja vetes q\u00eb\ns’kisha arritur ta njihja m\u00eb par\u00eb. N\u00eb p\u00ebrballjen m\u00eb t\u00eb sy m\u00eb sy, e akuzova p\u00ebr\ngjith\u00e7ka dhe ajo, me pafytyr\u00ebsin\u00eb m\u00eb t\u00eb madhe, pohoi se nj\u00eb dit\u00eb teksa kishte\nardhur n\u00eb sht\u00ebpin\u00eb tim\u00eb, kur un\u00eb isha larguar, kish marr\u00eb numrin e telefonit t\u00eb\nt\u00eb dashurit tim nga telefoni im dhe i kish telefonuar atij t\u00eb nes\u00ebrmen, p\u00ebr t’i\ntreguar t\u00eb gjitha t\u00eb v\u00ebrtetat e mia. Nuk e di se si e kam p\u00ebrmbajtur veten pa e\ngoditur. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– P\u00ebrse duhet t\u00eb ma b\u00ebje k\u00ebt\u00eb? – i thash\u00eb me urrejtje – P\u00ebrse duhet t\u00eb g\u00ebrrmoje\nmbi plag\u00ebt e vjetra?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ajo buz\u00ebqeshi e iku pa m\u00eb th\u00ebn\u00eb asnj\u00eb gjysm\u00eb fjal\u00eb. \u201cO Zot, nj\u00eb djall mbi\ntok\u00eb, ja ku qenka!\u201d, thash\u00eb me vete duke v\u00ebn\u00eb duart n\u00eb kok\u00eb. S’m\u00eb besohej q\u00eb e\ngjitha kjo po m\u00eb ndodhte pik\u00ebrisht mua, q\u00eb nuk i kisha b\u00ebr\u00eb kurr\u00eb keq askujt, p\u00ebrve\u00e7se\nkisha l\u00ebnduar veten time. Ndoshta e gjitha kjo quhej xhelozi e pakufi, q\u00eb dep\u00ebrtonte\nedhe mbi nd\u00ebrgjegjen e kjo vinte se kush\u00ebrira ime, kurr\u00eb n\u00eb jet\u00ebn e saj s’kish\npatur nj\u00eb njeri q\u00eb ta donte, kurr\u00eb s\u2019e kish ndjer\u00eb thell\u00eb n\u00eb zem\u00ebr dashurin\u00eb e\nv\u00ebrtet\u00eb. \n\nK\u00ebshtu, historia ime pati fundin e saj m\u00eb t\u00eb d\u00ebshp\u00ebruar.\nKush\u00ebrir\u00ebs sime nuk i fola m\u00eb kurr\u00eb. Ajo nxori t\u00eb v\u00ebrtetat e mia, t\u00eb cilat m\u00eb\ntakonte vet\u00ebm mua t’ia tregoja t\u00eb dashurit n\u00eb momentin q\u00eb do ta konsideroja t\u00eb\np\u00ebrshtatshem. Ndoshta po t\u00eb kish dal\u00eb e v\u00ebrteta nga goja ime, historia do t\u00eb\nkish marr\u00eb tjet\u00ebr rrjedh\u00eb. Megjithat\u00eb, ishte tep\u00ebr von\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb menduar p\u00ebr k\u00ebt\u00eb.\nLufta p\u00ebr triumfin e dashuris\u00eb son\u00eb, tashm\u00eb ishte e humbur. Dashuria e tij ndaj\nmeje u venit, por e imja ndaj tij, kurr\u00ebn e kurr\u00ebs. Tani q\u00eb po shkruaj historin\u00eb\ntime mbi let\u00ebr, po m\u00eb dridhen duart. Kurr\u00eb nuk do t\u00eb mundem ta harroj at\u00eb, t\u00eb\ndashurin tim t\u00eb zemr\u00ebs, si\u00e7 e quaja gjithmon\u00eb. Koha ende s’ka mundur ta sh\u00ebroj\u00eb\nk\u00ebt\u00eb plag\u00eb t\u00eb madhe p\u00ebr mua, nd\u00ebrkoh\u00eb q\u00eb fajtorja e v\u00ebrtet\u00eb, jeton jet\u00ebn e saj\nt\u00eb qet\u00eb, diku shum\u00eb larg meje.\n\n\n\n<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
D\u00ebshira ime ka qen\u00eb gjithmon\u00eb t\u2019i ndaja historit\u00eb e jet\u00ebs sime me t\u00eb tjer\u00ebt, ndaj kurr\u00eb nuk i kam mbajtur p\u00ebr vete, se m\u00eb dukej sikur do t\u00eb m\u00eb merrnin frym\u00ebn. N\u00eb mosh\u00ebn 25-vje\u00e7are, frekuentoja rregullisht nj\u00eb lokal pran\u00eb sht\u00ebpis\u00eb sime. At\u00ebhere isha e lir\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb dashuruar, por nuk e mendoja absolutisht t\u00eb kisha […]<\/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":[2472],"class_list":["post-22289","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-histori-nga-jeta","tag-histori-e-keqe"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22289","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=22289"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22289\/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=22289"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=22289"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=22289"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}