P\u00ebrsh\u00ebndetje, un\u00eb q\u00eb po ju shkruaj jam nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb<\/p>\n\n\n\n
nga nj\u00eb qytet i vog\u00ebl nga juglindja e Shqip\u00ebris\u00eb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
E kujtoj shpesh f\u00ebmij\u00ebrin\u00eb time. Kujtoj \u00ebndrrat e bukura q\u00eb thurrja p\u00ebr t\u00eb ardhmen time, ngjarje, njer\u00ebz t\u00eb atyre viteve… Mbaj m\u00ebnd kur luaja me shoqet e mia n\u00eb lagje dhe rrinim me or\u00eb t\u00eb zgjatura duke luajtur deri von\u00eb mbr\u00ebmjeve. M\u00eb kujtohet shpesh nj\u00eb shprehje q\u00eb m\u00eb thonte babai im at\u00ebher\u00eb: \u201cMos fli von\u00eb, t\u00eb keqen babi, se do ta k\u00ebrkosh k\u00ebt\u00eb gjum\u00eb dhe nuk do ta gjesh\u201d. Tani q\u00eb e kujtoj m\u00eb vjen p\u00ebr t\u00eb qeshur dhe p\u00ebr t\u00eb qar\u00eb nj\u00ebkoh\u00ebsisht, sepse tani ja di vler\u00ebn asaj fjale. Sa m\u00eb shum\u00eb rritesh, aq m\u00eb shum\u00eb gj\u00ebra shtohen shqet\u00ebsimet, problemet, t\u00eb cilat t\u00eb l\u00ebn\u00eb pa gjum\u00eb dhe k\u00ebrkojn\u00eb forc\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u2019i p\u00ebrballuar…<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gjat\u00eb koh\u00ebs q\u00eb isha n\u00eb fakultet u njoha me nj\u00eb\ndjal\u00eb dhe u dashurova me t\u00eb. Isha shum\u00eb e lumtur dhe iu dhash\u00eb atij komplet. Ishte\nlidhja ime e par\u00eb dhe nuk kisha shum\u00eb eksperienca me meshkujt. Ndofta ndikoi k\u00ebtu\nedhe fakti se isha vajz\u00eb e turpshme dhe shum\u00eb e ndjeshme. Por, nuk shkova gjat\u00eb\nme t\u00eb. Ai nuk ndjente kaq shum\u00eb p\u00ebr mua dhe … u ndam\u00eb. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Un\u00eb e p\u00ebrjetova shum\u00eb ndarjen\nme t\u00eb. M\u2019u duk sikur kishte ardhur fundi i bot\u00ebs p\u00ebr mua. Nuk u lidha me asnj\u00eb\nmashkull tjet\u00ebr p\u00ebr tre vjet. Isha shum\u00eb e zhg\u00ebnjyer nga dashuria ime e par\u00eb e\nnuk doja t\u00eb shikoja mashkull me sy. Derisa\nnj\u00eb dit\u00eb nj\u00eb kush\u00ebrira ime m\u00eb tha se do t\u00eb m\u00eb prezantonte me nj\u00eb shokun e vet,\nq\u00eb jetonte n\u00eb Greqi. \u201cEsht\u00eb p\u00ebr di\u00e7ka\nserioze, m\u00eb tha kush\u00ebrira, \u00ebsht\u00eb djal\u00eb shum\u00eb i mir\u00eb, q\u00eb ka nd\u00ebrm\u00ebnd t\u00eb vij\u00eb t\u00eb\nhap\u00eb biznes n\u00eb Shqip\u00ebri. Shikoje nj\u00eb her\u00eb m\u00eb tha, pi nj\u00eb kafe. Nuk po t\u00eb them q\u00eb\nt\u00eb martohesh…\u201d. U takuam dhe, t\u00eb them t\u00eb drejt\u00ebm, ai m\u00eb p\u00eblqeu q\u00eb n\u00eb takimin\ne par\u00eb. Ishte shum\u00eb mashkull, si i thon\u00eb fjal\u00ebs. P\u00ebr mua nuk kishte fare\nproblem q\u00eb kishte mbaruar vet\u00ebm gjimnazin, sepse kishte shum\u00eb bagazh dhe ishte\nshum\u00eb i kulturuar. U takuam disa her\u00eb dhe vendos\u00ebm t\u00eb lidheshim. Nuk ndenj\u00ebm as\nnj\u00eb vit t\u00eb lidhur dhe m\u00eb pas u fejuam. Gjat\u00eb k\u00ebsaj kohe q\u00eb ne ishim larg\nnjeri-tjetrit, nuk e ndjenim fare larg\u00ebsin\u00eb, sepse un\u00eb shkoja shpesh tek ai kur\nkisha pushime nga puna. Nj\u00eb dit\u00eb, i tregova p\u00ebr lidhjen q\u00eb kisha pasur dhe ai e\nmir\u00ebkuptoj. At\u00eb moment ai e kaloi me sportivitet dhe m\u00eb tha se i interesonte\nkoha q\u00eb jemi t\u00eb lidhur bashk\u00eb e jo e kaluara ime… N\u00eb p\u00ebrgjith\u00ebsi shkonim mir\u00eb.\nAi ishte i sjellsh\u00ebm, i dashur e nuk ma prishte p\u00ebr asgj\u00eb q\u00eb i k\u00ebrkoja. Ve\u00e7se\nishte shum\u00eb xheloz p\u00ebr mua, aq xheloz saq\u00eb nganj\u00ebher\u00eb friksohesha nga xhelozia\ne tij. Megjithat\u00eb, kjo xhelozi nuk m\u00eb bezdiste, madje m\u00eb p\u00eblqente, sepse\nmendoja se vinte nga dashuria dhe larg\u00ebsia…. Un\u00eb mendoja se kisha gjetur\npersonin e duhur dhe mundohesha q\u00eb ta k\u00ebnaqja me gjith\u00eb shpirt. Mezi prisja t\u00eb\nshkoja tek ai. Merrja autobuzin nga Tirana p\u00ebr n\u00eb Athin\u00eb dhe rruga q\u00eb b\u00ebhej p\u00ebr\nor\u00eb t\u00eb t\u00ebra m\u00eb dukej nj\u00eb or\u00eb…<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Pas gjasht\u00eb muaj fejes\u00eb, u\nmartuam. E prisja me padurim at\u00eb dit\u00eb, q\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb dita m\u00eb e lumtur p\u00ebr \u00e7do fem\u00ebr.\nPo merresha vet\u00eb me \u00e7do detaj\u00eb t\u00eb dasm\u00ebs, q\u00eb gjith\u00e7ka t\u00eb ishte shum\u00eb e bukur\ndhe perfekte. Ishte nj\u00eb dit\u00eb e paharrueshme, ndjehesha si nj\u00eb princesh\u00eb. Muajin\ne mjaltit e b\u00ebm\u00eb n\u00eb nj\u00eb v\u00ebnd q\u00eb ishte shum\u00eb i adhuruar nga un\u00eb, n\u00eb Venecia,\nashtu si un\u00eb e kisha \u00ebnd\u00ebrruar…<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Pas pushimeve ju kthyem jet\u00ebs s\u00eb p\u00ebrditshme.\nUn\u00eb doja t\u00eb punoja, pasi nuk isha m\u00ebsuar\nq\u00eb t\u00eb rrija gjith\u00eb dit\u00ebn pa pun\u00eb, por ai nuk b\u00ebnte asnj\u00eb p\u00ebrpjekje. Donte q\u00eb un\u00eb\nt\u00eb rrija n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi… Gjente pretekstet nga m\u00eb t\u00eb ndryshme, q\u00eb un\u00eb mos t\u00eb\npunoja dhe shpesh b\u00ebhej nervoz pa ar\u00ebsye. Her pas here m\u00eb kujtonte t\u00eb kaluar\u00ebn\ntime dhe donte t\u00eb dinte m\u00eb shum\u00eb. I tr\u00ebmbej gjithmon\u00eb faktit, se un\u00eb mund t\u00eb vazhdoja\nt\u00eb dashuroja akoma djalin e dashuris\u00eb s\u00eb par\u00eb. Dita-dit\u00ebs shikoja shum\u00eb t\u00eb meta\nte ai, shikoja se kishim disnivel me nj\u00ebri – tjetrin… Pot shikoja edhe shum\u00eb gj\u00ebra t\u00eb reja tek ai,\nq\u00eb nuk ja kisha v\u00ebn\u00eb re me par\u00eb. Mbase edhe m\u2019 i kishte fshehur, ku i dihej…\n\u201cD\u00ebgjo, m\u00eb tha nj\u00eb dit\u00eb, mua m\u00eb dh\u00ebmb shum\u00eb kjo q\u00eb ti ke shkuar me nj\u00eb mashkull\ntjet\u00ebr p\u00ebrpara meje dhe un\u00eb nuk jam i sigurt dhe nuk e di n\u00ebse ai \u00ebsht\u00eb i vetmi\np\u00ebr ty\u201d. Un\u00eb fillova t\u00eb qaja dhe te betohesha q\u00eb vet\u00ebm nj\u00eb mashkull kam pasur\ndhe q\u00eb ai nuk ka aspak r\u00ebnd\u00ebsi p\u00ebr mua. \u201cP\u00ebr mua ekzistenca dhe jeta ime je ve\u00e7\nti\u201d, i thash\u00eb. Por ai vazhdonte me dyshimet e tij. At\u00eb dit\u00eb m\u00eb tha tro\u00e7 q\u00eb nuk\ndua q\u00eb t\u00eb punosh sepse un\u00eb jam shum\u00eb xheloz p\u00ebr ty. Tani kam m\u00ebse nj\u00eb vit n\u00eb\nsht\u00ebpi, si sht\u00ebpiaket e d\u00ebshp\u00ebruara, dhe ai vazhdon t\u00eb m\u00eb p\u00ebrm\u00ebndi t\u00eb kaluar\u00ebn\ntime. Po ha veten time me dh\u00ebmb\u00eb dhe po duroj. Nuk e di se sa do te vazhdoj\u00eb\nkjo situat\u00eb q\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb b\u00ebr\u00eb e padurueshme p\u00ebr mua…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
P\u00ebrsh\u00ebndetje, un\u00eb q\u00eb po ju shkruaj jam nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb nga nj\u00eb qytet i vog\u00ebl nga juglindja e Shqip\u00ebris\u00eb. E kujtoj shpesh f\u00ebmij\u00ebrin\u00eb time. Kujtoj \u00ebndrrat e bukura q\u00eb thurrja p\u00ebr t\u00eb ardhmen time, ngjarje, njer\u00ebz t\u00eb atyre viteve… Mbaj m\u00ebnd kur luaja me shoqet e mia n\u00eb lagje dhe rrinim me or\u00eb t\u00eb zgjatura duke […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":22527,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[94],"tags":[2106],"class_list":["post-23055","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\/23055","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=23055"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23055\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/22527"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=23055"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=23055"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=23055"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}