Jeta ime ka qen\u00eb nj\u00eb varg i gjat\u00eb vuajtjesh dhe vet\u00ebm ky vit ka qen\u00eb nj\u00eb vit triumfi, mbi t\u00eb gjitha ndaj dhimbjes q\u00eb kam ndjer\u00eb gjat\u00eb nj\u00ebzet viteve t\u00eb jet\u00ebs sime. Them k\u00ebshtu, pasi vet\u00ebm tani arrita t\u00eb kuror\u00ebzoja \u00ebndrr\u00ebn time t\u00eb hershme p\u00ebr t\u00eb ndjekur Juridikun. Kam dashur gjithnj\u00eb t\u00eb b\u00ebhesha avokate dhe t\u00eb mbroja t\u00eb drejtat e njer\u00ebzve t\u00eb dob\u00ebt dhe t\u00eb pambrojtur, ashtu si\u00e7 kam qen\u00eb un\u00eb dikur…
\nUn\u00eb linda n\u00eb provinc\u00eb. Ishim nj\u00eb familje e thjesht\u00eb, por e qet\u00eb dhe un\u00eb isha e fundit nga pes\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00ebt. Mbaj mend q\u00eb e doja shum\u00eb babain tim. Edhe ai m\u00eb kishte pik\u00eb t\u00eb dob\u00ebt. Duke qen\u00eb se me profesion ishte shofer, sa her\u00eb q\u00eb vinte nga sh\u00ebrbimet m\u00eb sillte ndonj\u00eb gj\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb cil\u00ebn un\u00eb e kisha porositur. Megjithat\u00eb, ai i donte shum\u00eb t\u00eb gjith\u00eb. Lodhej e rropatej q\u00eb familja jon\u00eb t\u00eb ishte si gjith\u00eb t\u00eb tjerat, nd\u00ebrsa mamaja ime dinte vet\u00ebm t\u00eb lahej dhe t\u00eb lyhej. Shkonte n\u00eb pun\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb b\u00ebr\u00eb muhabet e p\u00ebr t\u00eb pir\u00eb kafe me shoqet e saj dhe n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi nuk b\u00ebnte pothuajse asgj\u00eb. Motra e madhe ishte ajo q\u00eb gatuante dhe b\u00ebnte pun\u00ebt. Babi e dinte k\u00ebt\u00eb, por nuk kishte \u00e7far\u00eb t\u00eb b\u00ebnte. N\u00eb at\u00eb koh\u00eb, shkak q\u00eb gjith\u00e7ka t\u00eb shkonte keq, u b\u00ebra un\u00eb, megjith\u00ebse arsyeja ishte nj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr…
\nN\u00eb at\u00eb koh\u00eb un\u00eb shkoja n\u00eb kop\u00ebsht. At\u00eb dit\u00eb, nd\u00ebrsa po luaja, m\u00eb hipi temnperatura. Edukatorja m\u00eb tha se duhet t\u00eb shkoja patjet\u00ebr n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi, ndaj m\u00eb veshi dhe m\u00eb p\u00ebrcolli deri te dera e sht\u00ebpis\u00eb sime. I ram\u00eb ziles, me shpres\u00ebn se mos ishte kthyer motra nga shkolla, pasi mami e babi ishin n\u00eb pun\u00eb. Duke qen\u00eb se s\u2019po dilte njeri, edukatorja u nis q\u00eb t\u00eb linte te komshiu p\u00ebrball\u00eb, por n\u00eb at\u00eb moment u hap dera e sht\u00ebpis\u00eb sime. Ishte mami. Ajo m\u00eb mori dhe m\u00eb futi brenda. Aty m\u00eb drejtoi p\u00ebr nga dhoma ime dhe e motrave. M\u00eb shtriu n\u00eb krevat dhe dukej sikur donte t\u00eb m\u00eb t\u00ebrhiqte v\u00ebmendjen. Ndjeva nj\u00eb zhurm\u00eb dhe zgjata kok\u00ebn. Pash\u00eb nj\u00eb burr\u00eb q\u00eb po largohej nga dhoma e saj dhe e babit. B\u00ebrtita fort se kujtova se ishte hajdut. Ajo vajti ta takonte dhe m\u00eb tha se nuk duhet t\u00eb kisha frik\u00eb, pasi e kishte p\u00ebrz\u00ebn\u00eb hajdutin. M\u00eb tha edhe q\u00eb t\u00eb mos i thosha babit, pasi nuk duhet ta m\u00ebrzisnim. Un\u00eb iu betova q\u00eb nuk do t\u2019i thosha. E besova v\u00ebrtet, por nj\u00eb nat\u00eb kur po shihnim nj\u00eb film me ndjekje, mua m\u00eb shp\u00ebtoi goja dhe fola p\u00ebr hajdutin q\u00eb kishte hyr\u00eb n\u00eb sht\u00ebpin\u00eb ton\u00eb. Babi u habit dhe nisi t\u00eb m\u00eb b\u00ebnte shum\u00eb pyetje, q\u00eb n\u00eb at\u00eb koh\u00eb nuk i kuptoja. Pasi i tregova \u00e7far\u00eb kishte ndodhur, ata u zun\u00eb keq. Kaloi nj\u00eb jav\u00eb, derisa mora vesh se mami dhe babi do t\u00eb ndaheshin. Motrat dhe v\u00ebllez\u00ebrit nuk m\u00eb flisnin m\u00eb. Ata mendonin se un\u00eb isha fajtore q\u00eb babi po largohej.
\nIshin koh\u00eb t\u00eb tjera, kur askush nuk divorcohej nga gruaja, por babai im nuk e falte dot mamin p\u00ebr at\u00eb q\u00eb kishte b\u00ebr\u00eb. Gjith\u00eb kjo situat\u00eb r\u00ebndohej edhe nga fakti q\u00eb jetonim n\u00eb nj\u00eb provinc\u00eb ku njer\u00ebzit shpesh i shpiknin gj\u00ebrat nga mendja e tyre e jo m\u00eb t\u00eb kishte ndodhur n\u00eb t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb. Tani, kur e kujtoj, e kuptoj at\u00eb q\u00eb ka ndjer\u00eb mamaja ime, megjith\u00ebse nuk e justifikoj dot.
\nNet\u00ebt e para, kur babi iku, un\u00eb nisa t\u00eb shihja \u00ebndrra t\u00eb k\u00ebqija. M\u00eb dukej sikur m\u00eb sulmonin hajdut\u00eb si ai q\u00eb kisha par\u00eb at\u00ebher\u00eb. Zgjohesha nat\u00ebn dhe ul\u00ebrija. Po n\u00eb at\u00eb koh\u00eb, nga frika, nisa t\u00eb urinoja n\u00eb krevat. Her\u00ebt e para mamaja vet\u00ebm m\u00eb b\u00ebrtiti, por nj\u00eb nat\u00eb, teksa u zgjova s\u00ebrish nga nj\u00eb \u00ebnd\u00ebrr e keqe dhe ajo pa q\u00eb kisha lagur krevatin, nisi t\u00eb m\u00eb rrihte shum\u00eb fort. Vet\u00ebm m\u00eb b\u00ebrtiste dhe m\u00eb rrihte. Dukej sikur po shfrynte inatin p\u00ebr \u00e7far\u00eb kishte ndodhur. M\u00eb shante me fjal\u00eb t\u00eb pista dhe m\u00eb q\u00ebllonte me sa fuqi kishte, ndon\u00ebse un\u00eb po mekesha duke qar\u00eb. M\u00eb pas, m\u00eb nd\u00ebrroi \u00e7ar\u00e7af\u00ebt dhe m\u00eb shtriu q\u00eb t\u00eb flija.
\nKjo situat\u00eb nisi t\u00eb p\u00ebrs\u00ebritej sa her\u00eb shihja \u00ebndrra t\u00eb k\u00ebqija. Un\u00eb zgjohesha duke b\u00ebrtitur, ajo vinte dhe m\u00eb rrihte dort. M\u00eb pas, nisi t\u00eb mos m\u00eb nd\u00ebrronte as \u00e7ar\u00e7af\u00ebt. P\u00ebr d\u00ebnim, m\u00eb linte t\u00eb flija aty, e lagur. Ngaq\u00eb e dija \u00e7far\u00eb do t\u00eb ndodhte, kisha frik\u00eb edhe t\u00eb flija. Nat\u00ebn mundohesha t\u00eb mos i mbyllja syt\u00eb e t\u00eb rrija zgjuar, por ishte e pamundur. Kjo zgjati derisa ajo m\u00eb d\u00ebrgoi te nj\u00eb mjek popullor. Pas dy vizitave tek ai, nisa t\u00eb mos shihja m\u00eb \u00ebndrra t\u00eb k\u00ebqija, megjithat\u00eb, mamaja vazhdoi t\u00eb m\u00eb rrihte. Me t\u00eb tjer\u00ebt nuk vepronte k\u00ebshtu… Tani e kuptoj q\u00eb m\u00eb quante fajtore p\u00ebr at\u00eb q\u00eb kishte ndodhur.
\nNuk m\u00eb ndihmoi q\u00eb t\u00eb vazhdoja gjimnazin. Ishte babai im ai q\u00eb m\u00eb jepte lek\u00ebt p\u00ebr t\u00eb p\u00ebrballuar shkoll\u00ebn. Un\u00eb e ndiqja me zell, sepse e dija q\u00eb e vetmja m\u00ebnyr\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb shp\u00ebtuar nga ai ferr ishte shkolla e lart\u00eb. Kur mbarova gjimnazin, i thash\u00eb se do t\u00eb konkuroja n\u00eb Tiran\u00eb p\u00ebr Juridik. Ajo m\u00eb kund\u00ebrshtoi menj\u00ebher\u00eb: \u201cNuk \u00ebsht\u00eb shkolla p\u00ebr truthara si puna jote\u201d, m\u00eb tha ajo. Fola me babain dhe ai m\u00eb p\u00ebrqafoi fort. M\u00eb premtoi q\u00eb do t\u00eb m\u00eb mb\u00ebshteste, ashtu si\u00e7 kishte b\u00ebr\u00eb deri n\u00eb ato momente. K\u00ebshtu, un\u00eb konkurova dhe fitova.
\nDit\u00ebn q\u00eb u largova nga ajo sht\u00ebpi, mora frym\u00eb lirisht. M\u00eb n\u00eb fund shp\u00ebtova nga ai njeri q\u00eb vet\u00ebm n\u00ebn\u00eb nuk mund ta quaj. Tani q\u00eb jam e rritur e di \u00e7far\u00eb ka hequr, por nuk ia fal dot asnj\u00ebher\u00eb. Babai m\u2019i ka shpjeguar t\u00eb gjitha dhe m\u00eb ka treguar se nuk isha un\u00eb fajtore q\u00eb ata u ndan\u00eb. Ai nuk ma ka th\u00ebn\u00eb p\u00ebrsen\u00eb, por un\u00eb e kuptoj se mamaja ime e ka tradhtuar shum\u00eb her\u00eb babin, ndaj edhe nuk ndiej dot dashuri p\u00ebr at\u00eb njeri q\u00eb ma ka nxir\u00eb jet\u00ebn. \u00c7do dit\u00eb t\u00eb jet\u00ebs sime do t\u00eb luftoj kund\u00ebr njer\u00ebzve si puna e saj, q\u00eb v\u00ebn\u00eb dor\u00eb mbi f\u00ebmij\u00ebt e pafajsh\u00ebm.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Jeta ime ka qen\u00eb nj\u00eb varg i gjat\u00eb vuajtjesh dhe vet\u00ebm ky vit ka qen\u00eb nj\u00eb vit triumfi, mbi t\u00eb gjitha ndaj dhimbjes q\u00eb kam ndjer\u00eb gjat\u00eb nj\u00ebzet viteve t\u00eb jet\u00ebs sime. Them k\u00ebshtu, pasi vet\u00ebm tani arrita t\u00eb kuror\u00ebzoja \u00ebndrr\u00ebn time t\u00eb hershme p\u00ebr t\u00eb ndjekur Juridikun. Kam dashur gjithnj\u00eb t\u00eb b\u00ebhesha avokate dhe […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[94],"tags":[249],"class_list":["post-2498","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-histori-nga-jeta","tag-histori"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2498","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=2498"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2498\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2498"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2498"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2498"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}