Un\u00eb q\u00eb po ju shkruaj jam Jona, <\/p>\n\n\n\n
nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb q\u00eb dikur jam p\u00ebrballur <\/p>\n\n\n\n
me nj\u00eb problem nga njer\u00ebzit e djalit q\u00eb dashuroja. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
M\u00eb konkretisht, po filloj t\u2019ju tregoj se si filloi historia ime me k\u00ebt\u00eb djal\u00eb…<\/p>\n\n\n\n
T\u00eb dy jetonim n\u00eb nj\u00eb qytet t\u00eb vog\u00ebl dhe n\u00ebna ime me\nn\u00ebn\u00ebn e djalit ishin shoqe shum\u00eb t\u00eb ngushta, pasi punonin n\u00eb t\u00eb nj\u00ebjt\u00ebn\nnd\u00ebrmarrje. T\u00eb pakt\u00ebn si\u00e7 m\u00eb tregon mamaja ime, ato kishin mbetur shtatz\u00ebn\u00eb n\u00eb\nt\u00eb nj\u00ebjt\u00ebn koh\u00eb dhe gjithmon\u00eb i thoshin nj\u00ebra-tjetr\u00ebs: \u201cN\u00ebse i kemi nj\u00ebra vajz\u00eb\ne tjetra djal\u00eb, do t\u2019i fejojm\u00eb t\u00eb dy\u201d. Mami m\u00eb lindi mua, nd\u00ebrsa ajo lindi Malin,\ndjalin me t\u00eb cilin un\u00eb rash\u00eb n\u00eb dashuri. Ndoshta edhe nga fakti se mamat\u00eb tona\nishin shum\u00eb shoqe, edhe ne u b\u00ebm\u00eb shok\u00eb, kishim t\u00eb nj\u00ebjt\u00ebn mosh\u00eb dhe normale q\u00eb\nu fut\u00ebm n\u00eb t\u00eb nj\u00ebjt\u00ebn klas\u00eb. Malin, un\u00eb e shikoja nj\u00ebsoj si gjith\u00eb shok\u00ebt e\ntjer\u00eb t\u00eb klas\u00ebs, asnj\u00ebher\u00eb nuk m\u00eb kishte shkuar nd\u00ebrmend se ai nj\u00eb dit\u00eb do t\u00eb\nishte i dashuri im. Kur mbarova klas\u00ebn e tet\u00eb, prind\u00ebrit e mi vendos\u00ebn t\u00eb\njetonim n\u00eb kryeqytet, pasi v\u00ebllai im i madh do fillonte shkoll\u00ebn e lart\u00eb, por\nedhe mua m\u00eb b\u00ebhej mir\u00eb se gjimnazi aty, normalisht, do t\u00eb ishte m\u00eb i mir\u00eb se n\u00eb\nqytetin tim t\u00eb lindjes. K\u00ebshtu, pra, u ndava me shoq\u00ebrin\u00eb e klas\u00ebs sime dhe me\nMalin, po ashtu. At\u00ebhere ishim vet\u00ebm shok\u00eb dhe kaq. Vitet n\u00eb Tiran\u00eb m\u2019u duk\nsikur ik\u00ebn shum\u00eb shpejt, un\u00eb m\u00ebsoja shum\u00eb fare, kisha d\u00ebshir\u00eb t\u00eb vazhdoja\nshkoll\u00ebn e lart\u00eb, kisha pasion gazetarin\u00eb. Ishte nj\u00eb \u00ebnd\u00ebrr q\u00eb m\u00eb kish ngelur nga\nadoleshenca, por gjithsesi, arrita q\u00eb ta fitoja at\u00eb deg\u00eb. N\u00eb dit\u00ebn e par\u00eb t\u00eb\nshkoll\u00ebs, n\u00eb hyrje t\u00eb fakultetit, d\u00ebgjova nj\u00eb z\u00eb q\u00eb m\u00eb thirri: \u201cJona!\u201d. Ktheva kok\u00ebn\ndhe pash\u00eb nj\u00eb djal\u00eb t\u00eb gjat\u00eb me flok\u00eb t\u00eb zinj e sy shum\u00eb t\u00eb bukur q\u00eb m\u00eb\nshikonin sikur njiheshim prej koh\u00ebsh. Ai m\u2019u afrua dhe un\u00eb i thash\u00eb: \u201cNjihemi?\u201d.\nAi vuri buz\u00ebn n\u00eb gaz (un\u00eb kuptova se b\u00ebhej akoma m\u00eb i bukur kur qeshte) dhe m\u2019u\ndrejtua duke m\u00eb th\u00ebn\u00eb: <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Sa shpejt q\u00eb e harrove shoq\u00ebrin\u00eb e vjet\u00ebr! – Nuk m\u00eb\nshkonte mendja fare se ai mund t\u00eb ishte nj\u00eb nga shok\u00ebt e mi t\u00eb fillores. – Jam\nMali! – m\u00eb tha.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Un\u00eb sa nuk i shqeva syt\u00eb, nuk po u besoja syve sa\nshum\u00eb kishte ndryshuar. Kat\u00ebr vite kishin mjaftuar q\u00eb ai t\u00eb b\u00ebhej nj\u00eb djal\u00eb i\nrritur q\u00eb nuk kishte asnj\u00eb ngjashm\u00ebri me at\u00eb \u00e7unakun q\u00eb kisha l\u00ebn\u00eb n\u00eb qytetin\ntim t\u00eb vog\u00ebl. Nuk e di, por provova nj\u00eb ndjenj\u00eb t\u00eb bukur… M\u2019u duk sikur nj\u00eb\npjes\u00eb e f\u00ebmij\u00ebris\u00eb sime m\u2019u kthye n\u00eb at\u00eb \u00e7ast. E p\u00ebrqafova dhe i thash\u00eb se nuk\ndo ta kisha njohur po t\u00eb mos m\u00eb fliste. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Edhe ti ke ndryshuar, – ma ktheu Mali, – je\nzgjatur shum\u00eb, por syt\u00eb t\u00eb kan\u00eb mbetur nj\u00eblloj! <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ai m\u00eb tregoi se kishte fituar shkoll\u00ebn p\u00ebr Gjuh\u00eb-Let\u00ebrsi,\nk\u00ebshtu q\u00eb do t\u00eb takoheshim m\u00eb shpesh. Dhe, n\u00eb t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb, k\u00ebshtu ndodhi. Gjithmon\u00eb\ne takoja Malin mbas leksionit, pinim edhe kafe. At\u00eb dit\u00eb i tregova mamit n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi:\n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– E di k\u00eb kam takuar n\u00eb fakultet? Malin, djalin e\nshoqes t\u00ebnde me t\u00eb cil\u00ebn keni punuar n\u00eb kombinat!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mami, e habitur, m\u00eb pyeti: – Djalin e Rit\u00ebs? – dhe\nduke qeshur m\u00eb tha: – Ki kujdes me t\u00eb, se kur ishim t\u00eb reja ne diskutonim se do\nb\u00ebheshim krushka! <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Un\u00eb me Malin? Po ai nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb tipi im! – qesha un\u00eb\nme t\u00eb madhe, ama nuk e di se pse, ajo bised\u00eb midis mamit dhe meje, m\u00eb b\u00ebri t\u00eb\nmendoja gjith\u00eb nat\u00ebn. M\u00eb dukej sikur ai premtim i b\u00ebr\u00eb mes tyre do t\u00eb m\u00eb ndiqte\ndhe nisa t\u00eb mendoja: \u201cPo sikur Mali t\u00eb b\u00ebhet v\u00ebrtet burri im?\u201d dhe nuk e di pse\nndjehesha edhe mir\u00eb, por edhe keq sepse nuk doja t\u00eb lidhesha me nj\u00eb shok klase.\nNj\u00eb dit\u00eb, nd\u00ebrsa ishim n\u00eb kafe me Malin, m\u2019u kujtua ajo q\u00eb m\u00eb tha mami dhe po\nqeshja. Mali m\u00eb pyeti se \u00e7far\u00eb kisha dhe un\u00eb i thash\u00eb se do t\u2019ia tregoja, pot\nnuk duhet t\u00eb ma merrte p\u00ebr keq sepse ishte vet\u00ebm nj\u00eb shaka e mamave tona, asgj\u00eb\nm\u00eb shum\u00eb. I tregova se kur ishim ne t\u00eb vegj\u00ebl, ato thurnin plane p\u00ebr t\u00eb na\nfejuar. Mali qeshi me t\u00eb madhe dhe, duke m\u00eb par\u00eb n\u00eb sy, m\u00eb tha: <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Po mir\u00eb, nuk po ua prishim planin mamave tona, si\nthua?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nj\u00eb e dridhur sikur ma p\u00ebrshkroi t\u00eb gjith\u00eb trupin. I\nthash\u00eb se nuk duhet t\u00eb b\u00ebnte m\u00eb shakara t\u00eb tilla. Mbas asaj bisede nuk kisha d\u00ebshir\u00eb\nq\u00eb ta takoja Malin, madje e urreja veten time dhe mendoja: \u201cPse ia thash\u00eb?\nKushedi \u00e7far\u00eb mendon ai p\u00ebr mua\u201d. Disa her\u00eb ai i kishte r\u00ebn\u00eb telefonit, por un\u00eb\nnuk e kisha hapur dhe e lija t\u00eb mendonte se un\u00eb isha n\u00eb m\u00ebsim, derisa nj\u00eb dit\u00eb\nai m\u00eb priste te dera ku un\u00eb po merrja leksionet. Direkt sa dola n\u00eb korridor, ai\nm\u2019u drejtua:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Pse sillesh k\u00ebshtu me mua? <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nuk kisha \u00e7far\u00eb p\u00ebrgjigje t\u2019i jepja. Shkuam n\u00eb kafe\ndhe ai m\u00eb tha:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Ti, po t\u00eb duash, zem\u00ebrohu me mua, po un\u00eb do t\u00eb ta them\nat\u00eb q\u00eb ndjej. Mbas asaj bised\u00ebs s\u00eb fundit dhe mbas heshtjes t\u00ebnde, kam kuptuar\nse un\u00eb ndjej v\u00ebrtet p\u00ebr ty dhe k\u00ebto dit\u00eb q\u00eb nuk kemi folur bashk\u00eb, e kam\nkuptuar k\u00ebt\u00eb gj\u00eb…<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ai fliste dhe un\u00eb dridhesha e gjitha, nuk dija se\n\u00e7far\u00eb t\u2019i thoja, iu p\u00ebrgjigja se ishte faji im q\u00eb i kisha treguar at\u00eb shaka\nidiote kur ne ishim f\u00ebmij\u00eb, ose ndoshta kur nuk kishim lindur akoma. Ai m\u00eb kapi\nnga dora dhe m\u00eb tha se nuk ishte kjo arsyeja.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Ne t\u00eb dy kemi filluar t\u00eb ndjejm\u00eb p\u00ebr nj\u00ebri\u2013tjetrin!\n– m\u00eb tha.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Kjo nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb e v\u00ebrtet\u00eb! – iu p\u00ebrgjigja un\u00eb dhe ika\nnga tavolina. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Q\u00eb prej asaj dite, n\u00eb telefonin tim vinin mesazhe pa\nfund prej Malit. Sikur nj\u00eb dit\u00eb t\u00eb mos m\u00eb shkruante, un\u00eb b\u00ebhesha shum\u00eb keq, me\npak fjal\u00eb kisha r\u00ebn\u00eb n\u00eb dashuri me t\u00eb, po nuk e di si do t\u2019ia b\u00ebja. I tregova\nmamit p\u00ebr ndjenjat e mia dhe t\u00eb Malit e ajo nuk e priti mir\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb gj\u00eb, m\u00eb tha\nse duhet t\u00eb shikoja shkoll\u00ebn e nuk duhet t\u00eb kthehesha m\u00eb n\u00eb at\u00eb qytet prej t\u00eb\ncilit ik\u00ebm. Mali \u00e7do dit\u00eb m\u00eb priste n\u00eb shkoll\u00eb dhe shpeshher\u00eb, m\u00eb shoq\u00ebronte edhe\nn\u00eb sht\u00ebpi. Tani historia ime me t\u00eb nuk kishte m\u00eb kthim mbrapa, ai m\u00eb donte e m\u00eb\nrespektonte si askush tjet\u00ebr dhe un\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb ndjesi nuk e kisha patur m\u00eb par\u00eb.\nPuthjen e par\u00eb nga Mali e mora p\u00ebr Sh\u00ebn Valentin. Ai m\u00eb ishte betuar se marr\u00ebdh\u00ebniet\ntona nuk do t\u00eb shkonin m\u00eb tej, pa i b\u00ebr\u00eb gj\u00ebrat serioze, pra, derisa t\u00eb\nfejoheshim. N\u00eb fund t\u00eb vitit t\u00eb par\u00eb, un\u00eb u detyrova t\u00eb p\u00ebrdorja syze pasi nuk\nmund t\u00eb lexoja pa to. Dit\u00ebn q\u00eb m\u00eb pa Mali, u ndjeva keq dhe mendova se nuk do t\u00eb\nm\u00eb donte m\u00eb si m\u00eb par\u00eb sepse ai vdiste p\u00ebr syt\u00eb e mi dhe gjithmon\u00eb m\u00eb puthte n\u00eb\nsy, por jo, ai nuk e pati fare problem.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Nj\u00eb gj\u00eb e till\u00eb mund t\u00eb m\u00eb ndodhte edhe mua… – m\u00eb\ntha.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
N\u00eb nj\u00ebfar\u00eb m\u00ebnyre u ndjeva mir\u00eb. N\u00eb pushimet verore,\nMali i foli familjes p\u00ebr mua dhe menj\u00ebher\u00eb e \u00ebma e tij i ishte p\u00ebrgjigjur: \u201cNuk\npaska vonuar Tefta q\u00eb ta v\u00ebr\u00eb n\u00eb zbatim shakan\u00eb q\u00eb ne b\u00ebm\u00eb dikur? Un\u00eb, nj\u00eb nuse\ngazetare, q\u00eb nes\u00ebr mund t\u00eb bredh\u00eb posht\u00eb e p\u00ebrpjet\u00eb me shofer\u00ebt e bot\u00ebs, nuk e\nmarr!\u201d. K\u00ebshtu i ishte p\u00ebrgjigjur e \u00ebma Malit, madje nami ishte b\u00ebr\u00eb kur nj\u00eb\nshoqja ime i kishte treguar se mbaja syze. Filluan problemet e para p\u00ebr ne t\u00eb\ndy, Mali her\u00eb m\u00eb merrte n\u00eb telefon, her\u00eb jo dhe ato pushime sikur u b\u00ebn\u00eb ferr p\u00ebr\nmua. T\u00eb nj\u00ebjt\u00ebn gj\u00eb filluan t\u00eb thoshin edhe prind\u00ebrit e mi p\u00ebr Malin. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Duhet t\u00eb ndaheni. Ajo familje q\u00eb t\u00eb shikon dhe nuk\nt\u00eb pranon ty se ke v\u00ebn\u00eb syze, nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb p\u00ebr ne!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Viti shkollor filloi p\u00ebrs\u00ebri dhe si p\u00ebrfundim, un\u00eb\nme Malin mor\u00ebm vendim se nuk mund t\u00eb vazhdonim pa p\u00eblqimin e prind\u00ebrve tan\u00eb. E \u00ebma\ne tij i kish b\u00ebr\u00eb be t\u00eb r\u00ebnd\u00eb: N\u00ebse un\u00eb me djalin e saj do p\u00ebrfundonim bashk\u00eb,\nMali nuk do t\u00eb shkelte m\u00eb n\u00eb familjen e tij! <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ne ndenj\u00ebm gati dy muaj pa folur fare, un\u00eb qaja \u00e7do\nmbr\u00ebmje kur flija dhe e gjitha kjo zgjati deri n\u00eb nj\u00eb moment kur Mali m\u00eb pa t\u00eb shoq\u00ebruar\nme nj\u00eb shok t\u00eb fakultetit. Nuk kish asgj\u00eb mes nesh, por me sa duket, efekti i\nxhelozis\u00eb e b\u00ebri at\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00eb reagonte. Priti sa u ndava prej tij dhe menj\u00ebher\u00eb m\u00eb\nkapi prej krahu e m\u00eb puthi fort…<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Nuk mund t\u00eb vazhdoj m\u00eb pa ty! – m\u00eb tha dhe m\u00eb\nk\u00ebrkoi q\u00eb t\u00eb uleshim diku e t\u00eb bisedonim.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ne nis\u00ebm t\u00eb takoheshim p\u00ebrs\u00ebri dhe kjo i kishte\nshkuar n\u00eb vesh s\u00eb \u00ebm\u00ebs s\u00eb Malit dhe q\u00eb nga ai moment, ata nuk e ndihmonin m\u00eb me\nlek. Mali u detyrua t\u00eb linte shkoll\u00ebn dhe filloi pun\u00eb si kamerier. Gjithashtu,\nedhe un\u00eb, fillova pun\u00eb shit\u00ebse dhe k\u00ebshtu vendos\u00ebm t\u00eb jetonim bashk\u00eb, por me\nkalimin e viteve kuptuam se dashuria nuk ishte gjith\u00e7ka. Mali u b\u00eb gati tre\nvjet q\u00eb nuk fliste me prind\u00ebrit e tij, ekonomin\u00eb nuk po e vinim dot p\u00ebrpara se\njetonim me qira dhe k\u00ebshtu, filluan konfliktet dhe z\u00ebnkat mes nesh… <\/p>\n\n\n\n
D\u00ebgjoj shpeshher\u00eb mjaft t\u00eb dashuruar kur thon\u00eb: \u201cT\u00eb\nmarr at\u00eb q\u00eb dua se edhe n\u00eb maj\u00eb t\u00eb malit do jetoja\u201d, dhe m\u00eb vjen p\u00ebr t\u00eb qeshur\ne p\u00ebr t\u00eb qar\u00eb. Mos u g\u00ebnjeni kot me k\u00ebt\u00eb shprehje, se jeta nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb vet\u00ebm\ndashuri. Problemet ekonomike b\u00ebn\u00eb t\u00eb tyren dhe un\u00eb me Malin sot jemi ndar\u00eb,\nmegjithat\u00eb, un\u00eb nuk e kam m\u00eb at\u00eb dhembjen q\u00eb provoja kur u ndava her\u00ebn e par\u00eb\nprej tij. Ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb ana ekonomike t\u00eb b\u00ebn ta harrosh dashurin\u00eb dhe, k\u00ebshtu\nndodhi edhe me mua!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Un\u00eb q\u00eb po ju shkruaj jam Jona, nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb q\u00eb dikur jam p\u00ebrballur me nj\u00eb problem nga njer\u00ebzit e djalit q\u00eb dashuroja. M\u00eb konkretisht, po filloj t\u2019ju tregoj se si filloi historia ime me k\u00ebt\u00eb djal\u00eb… T\u00eb dy jetonim n\u00eb nj\u00eb qytet t\u00eb vog\u00ebl dhe n\u00ebna ime me n\u00ebn\u00ebn e djalit ishin shoqe shum\u00eb t\u00eb […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":22512,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[94],"tags":[249],"class_list":["post-22511","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-histori-nga-jeta","tag-histori"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22511","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=22511"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22511\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/22512"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=22511"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=22511"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=22511"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}