Historia ime do t\u2019ju duket e ngjashme me at\u00eb t\u00eb nj\u00eb filmi, por n\u00eb fakt \u00ebsht\u00eb e v\u00ebrtet\u00eb, e jetuar dhe e p\u00ebrjetuar tmerrsh\u00ebm. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Jetoja n\u00eb nj\u00eb qytet t\u00eb Shqip\u00ebris\u00eb s\u00eb Mesme. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Isha vajz\u00eb e vetme dhe kisha dy v\u00ebllez\u00ebr. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Jetoja me mamin, pasi prind\u00ebrit ishin ndar\u00eb. Lidhja ime me babin ishte e fort\u00eb, por ligji vendosi t\u00eb jetoja me mamin. Kurr\u00eb deri n\u00eb at\u00eb mosh\u00eb nuk i kisha kuptuar arsyet e ndarjes s\u00eb prind\u00ebrve. Gj\u00ebja m\u00eb e mir\u00eb q\u00eb kishin prind\u00ebrit e mi ishte se asnj\u00ebri nuk e b\u00ebnte tjetrin fajtor p\u00ebr ndarjen e tyre. Un\u00eb isha 16 vje\u00e7e, kur m\u00eb filloi jeta…<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ishte kjo koha kur u njoha me Gentin. N\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb mosh\u00eb,\nmamaja mendoi t\u00eb m\u00eb fejonte. Genti ishte 10 vjet m\u00eb i madh se un\u00eb, por fiziku\ndhe fytyra e tij nuk e tregonin k\u00ebt\u00eb. Ishte simpatik, i qeshur dhe kujdesej\nshum\u00eb p\u00ebr mua. Kalova nj\u00eb lidhje-fejes\u00eb shum\u00eb t\u00eb bukur. Kisha siguri, dashuri,\nqet\u00ebsi, pra, me pak fjal\u00eb, isha e plot\u00ebsuar, por kjo qet\u00ebsi mori fund at\u00ebher\u00eb\nkur ai filloi t\u00eb fliste keq p\u00ebr maman\u00eb time. M\u00eb thoshte se n\u00ebna ime ishte e p\u00ebrdal\u00eb,\nse shkonte me k\u00ebdo i dilte p\u00ebrpara dhe p\u00ebr k\u00ebt\u00eb arsye, ishte ndar\u00eb nga babai\nim. Un\u00eb e kund\u00ebrshtoja, por ai ishte i bindur. N\u00eb fakt, un\u00eb s\u2019kisha si t\u00eb\ndyshoja, pasi ajo sillej mir\u00eb me mua, m\u00eb donte e m\u00eb trajtonte mir\u00eb, po m\u00eb\nkushtonte vitet m\u00eb t\u00eb bukura t\u00eb jet\u00ebs s\u00eb saj. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Un\u00eb me Gentin kishim ndar\u00eb dat\u00ebn e martes\u00ebs. Un\u00eb n\u00eb\nfakt nuk isha e bindur, por mamaja k\u00ebmb\u00ebnguli q\u00eb t\u00eb martoheshim. Ceremonia e\ndasm\u00ebs ishte e bukur dhe u k\u00ebnaqa shum\u00eb. I ftuar n\u00eb dasm\u00eb ishte dhe im at\u00eb. Kjo\ne shtoi g\u00ebzimin tim. Edhe Genti u k\u00ebnaq n\u00eb t\u00eb dyja dit\u00ebt e dasm\u00ebs. Tani ne po jetonim\nn\u00eb nj\u00eb sht\u00ebpi m\u00eb vete dhe larg t\u00eb dyja familjeve, por shum\u00eb pak koh\u00eb m\u00eb pas, filloi\nmonotonia n\u00eb marr\u00ebdh\u00ebnie. Isha e qet\u00eb, por kisha frik\u00eb se mos im shoq fillonte\nt\u00eb fliste keq p\u00ebr n\u00ebn\u00ebn time dhe, n\u00eb t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb, nuk kaluan shum\u00eb dit\u00eb e ai\nfilloi ta b\u00ebnte k\u00ebt\u00eb. Un\u00eb i kisha th\u00ebn\u00eb se do t\u2019i besoja vet\u00ebm kur t\u00eb m\u00eb sillte\nfakte dhe prova se n\u00eb t\u00eb kund\u00ebrt, nuk i besoja. Ai m\u2019u p\u00ebrgjigj se gjat\u00eb koh\u00ebs\nq\u00eb nuk m\u00eb kishte folur p\u00ebr t\u00eb, kishte mbledhur pak fakte, por donte edhe t\u00eb\ntjera, q\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00eb bindte t\u00ebr\u00ebsisht. Kaluan muajt dhe v\u00ebmendja u p\u00ebrqendrua diku\ntjet\u00ebr. Un\u00eb isha dy muajshe shtatz\u00ebn\u00eb. Shtatzania po kalonte dhe barku po\nrritej. I kisha binjak\u00eb, nj\u00eb djal\u00eb dhe nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb. Kishim vendosur q\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00ebve t\u2019i\nvendosnim emrin Arjol djalit dhe Gentjana, vajz\u00ebs. F\u00ebmij\u00ebt lind\u00ebn t\u00eb sh\u00ebndetsh\u00ebm\ndhe t\u00eb gjith\u00eb i donin. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nj\u00eb dit\u00eb, mami im m\u00eb erdhi n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi. Genti ishte\nvet\u00ebm me t\u00eb dhe kishte filluar t\u2019i fliste me ironi. K\u00ebt\u00eb gj\u00eb ma tha n\u00ebna ime.\nUn\u00eb fillova t\u00eb ankohesha tek ai dhe k\u00ebtu, nis\u00ebn krisjet e para n\u00eb \u00e7ift. At\u00eb nat\u00eb\nai filloi t\u00eb b\u00ebhej xheloz dhe t\u00eb dyshonte p\u00ebr marr\u00ebdh\u00ebnien dhe mbrojtjen q\u00eb i b\u00ebja\nn\u00ebn\u00ebs sime duke m\u00eb th\u00ebn\u00eb se un\u00eb doja dhe besoja m\u00eb shum\u00eb n\u00ebn\u00ebn sesa burrin. At\u00eb\nnat\u00eb ai m\u00eb erdhi n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi i dehur p\u00ebr her\u00eb t\u00eb par\u00eb, pasi nuk e kishte v\u00ebn\u00eb\nkurr\u00eb pijen n\u00eb goj\u00eb. K\u00ebtu u zhg\u00ebnjeva shum\u00eb dhe e kuptova se martes\u00ebs son\u00eb po i\nvinte fundi. I k\u00ebrkova n\u00ebn\u00ebs sime t\u00eb vinte t\u00eb m\u00eb takonte dhe i tregova gjith\u00e7ka\nq\u00eb kishte th\u00ebn\u00eb Genti p\u00ebr t\u00eb. Ajo u prek. Pas dy dit\u00ebsh, Genti m\u00eb solli foton e\nn\u00ebn\u00ebs sime me nj\u00eb burr\u00eb, duke dal\u00eb nga nj\u00eb lokal. Un\u00eb nuk e njihja k\u00ebt\u00eb njeri.\nKjo m\u00eb m\u00ebrziti e m\u00eb shkat\u00ebrroi t\u00ebr\u00ebsisht dhe venda ta ndiqja vet\u00eb n\u00ebn\u00ebn time.\nPas dy jav\u00ebsh ndjekjeje, nj\u00eb dit\u00eb e pash\u00eb t\u00eb dilte nga sht\u00ebpia e saj, me at\u00eb\nburrin q\u00eb kisha par\u00eb n\u00eb foto. Kjo sken\u00eb m\u00eb b\u00ebri t\u00eb thoja me vete: \u201cO Zot, b\u00ebj t\u00eb\nlutem q\u00eb kjo t\u00eb mos jet\u00eb e v\u00ebrtet\u00eb!\u201d. Si do t\u00eb reagoja tani kur ta kisha mamin\np\u00ebrball\u00eb? Si do t\u00eb justifikohej ajo apo cila do t\u00eb ishte e v\u00ebrteta e k\u00ebsaj\nhistorie? T\u00eb ishte v\u00ebrtet n\u00ebna ime ashtu si e konsideroi burri im?!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00c7far\u00eb do t\u00eb b\u00ebja tani? Mbas asaj q\u00eb pash\u00eb, takova babin\ndhe i tregova gjith\u00e7ka n\u00eb lidhje me n\u00ebn\u00ebn. Ai nuk tha asgj\u00eb, por heshtja e tij\nm\u00eb pohonte gjith\u00e7ka. At\u00eb dit\u00eb, ai m\u00eb tha vet\u00ebm di\u00e7ka: \u201cD\u00ebgjo, bija ime! N\u00ebna\njote nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb e keqe. P\u00ebrpara se ta gjykosh, d\u00ebgjo ato q\u00eb ka p\u00ebr t\u00eb t\u00eb th\u00ebn\u00eb\najo dhe m\u00eb pas trajtoje situat\u00ebn si ta mendosh vet\u00eb. Nj\u00eb gj\u00eb mos e harro kurr\u00eb:\nUn\u00eb gjithmon\u00eb do t\u00eb jem babai yt!\u201d.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
M\u00eb zuri nj\u00eb ankth aq i madh sa nuk po e kuptoja se \u00e7far\u00eb\npo m\u00eb thoshte im at\u00eb. Po m\u00eb zihej fryma, po m\u00eb dridhej i t\u00ebr\u00eb trupi. Mendova t\u00eb\nd\u00ebgjoja k\u00ebshill\u00ebn e tim eti dhe shkova t\u00eb takoja n\u00ebn\u00ebn time. Kur e takova, kisha\nndjesin\u00eb q\u00eb ka nj\u00eb njeri kur e takon dik\u00eb p\u00ebr her\u00eb t\u00eb par\u00eb. Njeriu q\u00eb m\u00eb kish\ndh\u00ebn\u00eb jet\u00ebn, ishte e huaj p\u00ebr mua. Ajo e vuri re ftoht\u00ebsin\u00eb time dhe m\u00eb pyeti se\n\u00e7far\u00eb kisha, se mos kisha probleme me tim shoq apo se mos kisha probleme sh\u00ebndet\u00ebsore.\nIu kund\u00ebrp\u00ebrgjigja me k\u00ebt\u00eb fraz\u00eb: <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cKush ishte ai burri q\u00eb t\u00eb shoq\u00ebronte n\u00eb m\u00ebngjes kur\npo dilje nga sht\u00ebpia dhe me t\u00eb cilin t\u00eb kan\u00eb par\u00eb t\u00eb pish kafe n\u00ebp\u00ebr lokale?\u201d. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ajo u ul n\u00eb kolltuk dhe b\u00ebri nj\u00eb psher\u00ebtim\u00eb ther\u00ebse.\nDukej se nuk kishte frik\u00eb, por dhimbje, nga ajo q\u00eb fshihte.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAh, moj bij\u00eb, asgj\u00eb nuk mbahet e fsheht\u00eb p\u00ebr gjith\u00eb\njet\u00ebn dhe uroj q\u00eb ti t\u00eb m\u00eb kuptosh p\u00ebr k\u00ebt\u00eb q\u00eb do t\u00eb t\u00eb them. Kur isha 20 vje\u00e7e,\nrash\u00eb marr\u00ebzisht n\u00eb dashuri me nj\u00eb djal\u00eb. E donim shum\u00eb nj\u00ebri-tjetrin, por\nfamiljet na kund\u00ebrshtuan. M\u00eb detyruan t\u00eb ndahesha nga ai dhe m\u00eb martuan me nj\u00eb\ntjet\u00ebr, pa d\u00ebshir\u00ebn time. Un\u00eb isha nj\u00eb muajshe shtatz\u00ebn\u00eb kur u martova. Burri e\nkuptoi k\u00ebt\u00eb, por nuk b\u00ebri asgj\u00eb kund\u00ebr meje, t\u00eb rriti dhe t\u00eb edukoi ty sikur t\u00eb\nishe vajza e tij… Nuk e kisha harruar kurr\u00eb babin t\u00ebnd biologjik dhe kjo gj\u00eb\ne b\u00ebri t\u00eb pamundur bashk\u00ebjetes\u00ebn me burrin q\u00eb m\u00eb dhan\u00eb, me at\u00eb q\u00eb ti e njeh si\nbaba. Tani, pas shum\u00eb koh\u00ebsh, mora vesh se ai nuk ishte martuar dhe e takova.\nKuptova se e duam nj\u00ebri-tjetrin me po at\u00eb forc\u00eb, si para shum\u00eb vitesh. P\u00ebr\nshkak t\u00eb mentalitetit, jemi te detyruar ta jetojm\u00eb dashurin\u00eb ton\u00eb n\u00eb fsheht\u00ebsi.\nKjo \u00ebsht\u00eb e gjith\u00eb ajo \u00e7far\u00eb fsheh un\u00eb, bija ime\u201d. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
E shokuar, u largova nga sht\u00ebpia e n\u00ebn\u00ebs sime. Si do\nt\u00eb rridhte jeta ime tani? Si do t\u00eb sillesha me n\u00ebn\u00ebn time? U ktheva n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi\ndhe aty gjeta tim shoq, t\u00eb dehur, si gjithmon\u00eb. U p\u00ebrpoqa t\u2019ia shpjegoja situat\u00ebn\natij, por nuk d\u00ebshironte t\u00eb m\u00eb d\u00ebgjonte, vet\u00ebm vazhdonte t\u00eb pinte. Kaluan disa\nkoh\u00eb dhe pasi arrita t\u00eb rimerrja veten nga ky lajm, vendosa t\u00eb takoja babin tim\nbiologjik. Fala n\u00ebn\u00ebn time dhe, duke par\u00eb dashurin\u00eb q\u00eb ekzistonte mes tyre, i\nthash\u00eb se un\u00eb nuk e kisha problem q\u00eb ata t\u00eb jetonin bashk\u00eb. N\u00ebna ime ishte\nshum\u00eb e lumtur p\u00ebr k\u00ebt\u00eb, nd\u00ebrsa jeta ime, u shk\u00ebrmoq. U divorcova nga im\nshoq… Tani kam nj\u00eb pun\u00eb dhe, bashk\u00eb me f\u00ebmij\u00ebt, jetoj me dy prind\u00ebrit, nd\u00ebrsa\nbabin tjet\u00ebr, at\u00eb q\u00eb m\u00eb rriti, e takoj shum\u00eb shpesh dhe e dua po aq, madje edhe\nm\u00eb shum\u00eb se at\u00eb biologjikun. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Historia ime do t\u2019ju duket e ngjashme me at\u00eb t\u00eb nj\u00eb filmi, por n\u00eb fakt \u00ebsht\u00eb e v\u00ebrtet\u00eb, e jetuar dhe e p\u00ebrjetuar tmerrsh\u00ebm. Jetoja n\u00eb nj\u00eb qytet t\u00eb Shqip\u00ebris\u00eb s\u00eb Mesme. Isha vajz\u00eb e vetme dhe kisha dy v\u00ebllez\u00ebr. Jetoja me mamin, pasi prind\u00ebrit ishin ndar\u00eb. Lidhja ime me babin ishte e fort\u00eb, por […]<\/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":[2106],"class_list":["post-22298","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\/22298","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=22298"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22298\/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=22298"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=22298"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=22298"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}