Historia ime \u00ebsht\u00eb shum\u00eb e trisht\u00eb sepse dikush m\u00eb mori di\u00e7ka q\u00eb m\u00eb p\u00ebrkiste vet\u00ebm mua.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Para dy vitesh un\u00eb isha nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb q\u00eb po vazhdonte masterin p\u00ebr Mjek\u00ebsi<\/p>\n\n\n\n
dhe po k\u00ebrkoja pun\u00eb, n\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00eb ndihmoja sadopak familjen time. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nj\u00eb dit\u00eb t\u00eb bukur u njoha me nj\u00eb djal\u00eb q\u00eb m\u00eb mori syt\u00eb e bashk\u00eb me syt\u00eb, edhe zemr\u00ebn. U marrosa aq shum\u00eb pas atij njeriu sa nuk njihja dot veten time dhe as q\u00eb doja t`ia dija p\u00ebr \u00ebndrrat e sakrificat q\u00eb kisha b\u00ebr\u00eb deri at\u00eb dit\u00eb p\u00ebr shkoll\u00ebn dhe familjen. Ai ishte nga Lezha dhe, sapo u njoh\u00ebm, k\u00ebrkoi t\u2019i b\u00ebnte gj\u00ebrat familjare me mua. M\u00eb prezantoi prind\u00ebrit e tij dhe gjith\u00eb kush\u00ebrinjt\u00eb, nd\u00ebrsa un\u00eb, familjen time nuk mund t`ia prezantoja, pasi i kisha fanatik\u00eb dhe ata nuk donin dh\u00ebnd\u00ebrr nga Veriu. Fillimet tona ishin t\u00eb mrekullueshme. \u00c7do gj\u00eb ishte perfekte dhe mendoja se askush nuk do t\u00eb mund t\u00eb na ndante. P\u00ebr mua, ai ishte njeriu ideal dhe isha e bindur se dashuria jon\u00eb s`do t\u00eb kishte kurr\u00eb fund. Gj\u00ebrat zgjat\u00ebn gati nj\u00eb vit, mir\u00ebpo shum\u00eb shpejt ai filloi t\u00eb b\u00ebhej xheloz p\u00ebr mua. M\u00eb k\u00ebrkonte q\u00eb t\u00eb flisja me familjar\u00ebt e mi e n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00eb, t\u00eb dilte me mua lirsh\u00ebm, por un\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb fakt nuk e pranova. Sa her\u00eb pajtoheshim, mendoja se grindjet ishin t\u00eb momentit, por dita-dit\u00ebs ato shtoheshin dhe un\u00eb b\u00ebhesha shum\u00eb keq. Nuk mund ta shtyja me nj\u00eb njeri q\u00eb m\u00eb dhunonte edhe fizikisht, sapo t\u00eb b\u00ebnim nj\u00eb debat. Kishte nj\u00eb periudh\u00eb q\u00eb ai m\u00eb godiste me shuplak\u00eb edhe n\u00eb mes t\u00eb lokalit. Ishte b\u00ebr\u00eb shum\u00eb i dhunsh\u00ebm. Pas dy muajsh q\u00eb ne m\u00eb s\u00eb shumti kishim sherre, mora vesh q\u00eb kisha ngelur shtatz\u00ebn\u00eb. Q\u00ebndrova p\u00ebr net\u00eb t\u00eb t\u00ebra duke menduar se si do t\u2019ua thoja k\u00ebt\u00eb lajm prind\u00ebrve t\u00eb mi dhe t\u00eb atij. E dija q\u00eb kjo gj\u00eb n\u00eb nj\u00ebfar\u00eb m\u00ebnyre do ta lumturonte pasi ai kishte koh\u00eb q\u00eb m\u00eb k\u00ebrkonte ta b\u00ebnim lidhjen m\u00eb serioze. Isha shum\u00eb e lumtur p\u00ebr momentin, m\u2019u duk sikur e gjith\u00eb bota ishte e imja. Ika e takova dhe u puth\u00ebm shum\u00eb gjat\u00eb. Mbaj mend q\u00eb gjith\u00eb lokali po habitej me mua sepse b\u00ebja si f\u00ebmij\u00eb i lumtur. Kisha vet\u00ebm nj\u00eb shqet\u00ebsim; mendoja se prind\u00ebrit e mi nuk do ta prisnin fare mir\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb lajm, megjith\u00ebse e dija se para faktit t\u00eb kryer, s`do t\u00eb k\u00ebmb\u00ebngulnin p\u00ebr ndarje. At\u00eb mbr\u00ebmje piva pak me at\u00eb dhe u thash\u00eb dy shoqeve t\u00eb mia t\u00eb dilnim p\u00ebr t\u00eb festuar, mir\u00ebpo k\u00ebtij nuk i thash\u00eb gj\u00eb sepse nuk i kisha dh\u00ebn\u00eb lajmin e f\u00ebmij\u00ebs e doja t`ia lija surpriz\u00eb. Sh\u00ebn Valentini po afronte dhe doja t`ia thoja at\u00eb dit\u00eb. U ndava prej tij dhe ai iku n\u00eb Lezh\u00eb. Un\u00eb ika n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi, u lava, u b\u00ebra e bukur e dola me gocat n\u00eb pab. Kur fola me t\u00eb, i thash\u00eb q\u00eb isha me njer\u00ebz dhe ia fika, p\u00ebr t\u00eb mos i treguar q\u00eb kisha dal\u00eb. K\u00ebt\u00eb gj\u00eb e kisha b\u00ebr\u00eb edhe her\u00eb t\u00eb tjera, pasi ai b\u00ebhej xheloz dhe nuk mund t\u00eb rrinte n\u00eb Tiran\u00eb sa her\u00eb un\u00eb dilja me gocat. Me pak fjal\u00eb, dola pa lejen e tij, por n\u00eb fund t\u00eb fundit, nuk po b\u00ebja asgj\u00eb t\u00eb keqe. At\u00eb nat\u00eb dol\u00ebm dhe u k\u00ebnaq\u00ebm shum\u00eb. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Pas dy dit\u00ebsh, ai erdhi n\u00eb Tiran\u00eb. Ne kishim folur rregullisht n\u00eb telefon dhe\nai nuk kishte b\u00ebr\u00eb asnj\u00eb shenj\u00eb q\u00eb e dinte se kisha dal\u00eb at\u00eb nat\u00eb. Si p\u00ebrfundim,\nai erdhi dhe m\u00eb k\u00ebrkoi t\u00eb shkonim bashk\u00eb. Pas dy dit\u00ebsh, ishte festa jon\u00eb dhe\nun\u00eb mendova q\u00eb t\u00eb mos dilja p\u00ebr ta takuar n\u00eb hotel sepse do rrinim at\u00eb nat\u00eb,\npor ai ma k\u00ebrkoi me insistim. Sapo u fut\u00ebm n\u00eb dhom\u00eb, filloi t\u00eb m\u00eb godiste me sa\nforc\u00eb kishte. M\u00eb goditi me shqelm dhe un\u00eb u p\u00ebrplasa mbi komodin\u00ebn e d\u00ebrras\u00ebs.\nUn\u00eb flisja, por ai s`m\u00eb d\u00ebgjonte; i ishin err\u00ebsuar syt\u00eb. Pasi m\u00eb rrahu p\u00ebr\nspital, m\u00eb k\u00ebrc\u00ebnoi se s`do t\u00eb kisha m\u00eb shanse t\u00eb dilja n\u00ebp\u00ebr pabe nate e as n\u00ebp\u00ebr\nTiran\u00eb. Un\u00eb, duke fshir\u00eb lot\u00ebt e gjakun q\u00eb m\u00eb rridhte nga hund\u00ebt, ia shpjegova\nse kishim qen\u00eb vet\u00ebm vajza, por ai nuk m\u00eb besoi. Mori \u00e7el\u00ebsat e makin\u00ebs dhe iku,\nduke m\u00eb l\u00ebn\u00eb aty t\u00eb p\u00ebrgjakur. Gj\u00ebja e par\u00eb q\u00eb m\u00eb ra n\u00eb mendje ishte f\u00ebmija im.\nAs nuk mund t\u00eb shkoja n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi ashtu e as nuk mund t\u00eb dilja n\u00eb rrug\u00eb, pasi\nrrobat e mia ishin gjakosur totalisht. Mora nj\u00eb shoqen time n\u00eb telefon dhe ajo\nerdhi s\u00eb bashku me t\u00eb dashurin e vet e m\u00eb mor\u00ebn. M\u00eb d\u00ebrguan n\u00eb spital p\u00ebr t\u00eb\npar\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00ebn dhe aty, pas ekos, mjeku m\u00eb tha se e kisha humbur at\u00eb. M\u2019u desh t\u00eb\nb\u00ebja nj\u00eb abort edhe pastrim at\u00eb dit\u00eb. Familjar\u00ebve u thash\u00eb se do rrija nga\nshoqja. Ishte dita m\u00eb e keqe e jet\u00ebs sime! E merrja n\u00eb telefon p\u00ebr t\u2019i treguar\nse e kishte mbytur f\u00ebmij\u00ebn ton\u00eb, por ai nuk ma hapte. I shkrova mesazh dhe i\ntregova \u00e7`kishte b\u00ebr\u00eb. Nuk m\u00eb ktheu fare p\u00ebrgjigje dhe, n\u00eb dit\u00ebt e vuajtjes\nsime m\u00eb t\u00eb madhe, un\u00eb isha e vetme. Asnjeri nuk e dinte \u00e7far\u00eb po kaloja, por n\u00ebna\nime e ndjente se po vuaja dhe m\u00eb q\u00ebndroi shum\u00eb af\u00ebr, edhe pse un\u00eb i thoja \u00e7do\nlloj g\u00ebnjeshtre p\u00ebr t\u00eb mos e m\u00ebrzitur. K\u00ebt\u00eb her\u00eb do ta kisha festuar fest\u00ebn e n\u00ebn\u00ebs\ns\u00eb bashku me foshnjen time q\u00eb e vrau ai kriminel, ai vras\u00ebs q\u00eb s`do t\u00eb jetoj\u00eb\nkurr\u00eb i qet\u00eb p\u00ebr at\u00eb q\u00eb b\u00ebri. Q\u00eb nga ajo koh\u00eb, un\u00eb kam nd\u00ebrruar numrat e telefonit\ndhe kam shk\u00ebputur \u00e7do lidhje me t\u00eb. Nuk ia vlen t\u00eb jetoj me nj\u00eb njeri q\u00eb as\ndashuri nuk di t\u00eb fal\u00eb. Atij i uroj vet\u00ebm q\u00eb, n\u00ebse nj\u00eb dit\u00eb do t\u00eb b\u00ebhet me\nf\u00ebmij\u00eb, t\u00eb provoj\u00eb vuajtjen time. Un\u00eb tani jam shum\u00eb e zhg\u00ebnjyer si nga\ndashuria, si nga vetja, q\u00eb lejova t\u00eb m\u00eb ndodhte di\u00e7ka e till\u00eb. Sot do t\u00eb kisha\nnj\u00eb engj\u00ebll dhe, edhe pse me siguri do ta rrisja e vetme, do t\u00eb isha e lumtur.\nTashm\u00eb, nuk kam asgj\u00eb. U them t\u00eb gjitha atyre femrave q\u00eb abortojn\u00eb me d\u00ebshir\u00eb,\nse ky \u00ebsht\u00eb gabimi m\u00eb i madh q\u00eb mund t\u00eb b\u00ebjn\u00eb n\u00eb jet\u00eb. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Me respekt, A. nga Tirana<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Historia ime \u00ebsht\u00eb shum\u00eb e trisht\u00eb sepse dikush m\u00eb mori di\u00e7ka q\u00eb m\u00eb p\u00ebrkiste vet\u00ebm mua. Para dy vitesh un\u00eb isha nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb q\u00eb po vazhdonte masterin p\u00ebr Mjek\u00ebsi dhe po k\u00ebrkoja pun\u00eb, n\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00eb ndihmoja sadopak familjen time. Nj\u00eb dit\u00eb t\u00eb bukur u njoha me nj\u00eb djal\u00eb q\u00eb m\u00eb mori syt\u00eb 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":[245],"class_list":["post-22450","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-rrefime-mekatesh","tag-mekat"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22450","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=22450"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22450\/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=22450"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=22450"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=22450"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}