Un\u00eb q\u00eb po ju shkruaj jam Meri, kam disa koh\u00eb e martuar. T\u00eb tregosh histori dashurie \u00ebsht\u00eb k\u00ebnaq\u00ebsi si p\u00ebr at\u00eb q\u00eb e p\u00ebrjeton at\u00eb moment, por edhe p\u00ebr at\u00eb q\u00eb i lexon, por historin\u00eb q\u00eb po tregoj, un\u00eb po e shkruaj me lot e dhimbje p\u00ebr faktin se ajo m\u00eb tmerron, ma trazon jet\u00ebn time dhe seriozisht, m\u00eb mundon tep\u00ebr. S\u2019kisha besim ta bisedoja me asnj\u00eb njeri, qoft\u00eb edhe mamin tim, megjithat\u00eb mora guximin ta tregoj n\u00eb gazet\u00ebn e mrekullueshme \u201cIntervista\u201d, me shpres\u00ebn se sadopak do ngush\u00eblloj veten time nga kjo e keqe…
\nJam nga nj\u00eb fshat i thell\u00eb i Shkodr\u00ebs. Pasi mbarova klas\u00ebn e n\u00ebnt\u00eb, prind\u00ebrit nuk m\u00eb lejuan t\u00eb shkoja n\u00eb t\u00eb mesmen, me pretekstin se e kisha larg dhe vajza s\u2019duhet t\u00eb l\u00ebviz\u00eb vet\u00ebm, se \u00ebsht\u00eb turp. Kjo m\u00eb pezmatoi jasht\u00eb mase, por s\u2019kisha \u00e7far\u00eb t\u00eb b\u00ebja, se i kisha prind\u00ebr. Si\u00e7 \u00ebsht\u00eb b\u00ebr\u00eb zakon n\u00eb k\u00ebto an\u00eb, vajzat fejoheshin n\u00eb djep dhe martoheshin t\u00eb reja e nga ky rregull s\u2019kisha si t\u00eb b\u00ebja p\u00ebrjashtim un\u00eb. Ndon\u00ebse 15 vje\u00e7e, un\u00eb isha nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb e zhvilluar, simpatike, por edhe inteligjente, lexoja romane dhe libra artistik\u00eb sa m\u00eb kishin zili edhe moshataret. Vija re se n\u00eb sht\u00ebpin\u00eb ton\u00eb vinte shpesh daja, v\u00ebllai i mamas\u00eb dhe bisedonte me prind\u00ebrit, pa pranin\u00eb time. Mami m\u00eb tregoi se ai k\u00ebrkonte t\u00eb m\u00eb fejonte me nj\u00eb djal\u00eb nga nj\u00eb fshat tjet\u00ebr, q\u00eb ishte emigrant n\u00eb Itali dhe daja kish th\u00ebn\u00eb fjal\u00ebt m\u00eb t\u00eb mira p\u00ebr t\u00eb dhe familjen e tij. Djalin un\u00eb s\u2019e njihja, por daja tha se do t\u00eb vinte nga Italia t\u00eb k\u00ebrkonte dor\u00ebn time. Marsel quhej dhe daja m\u00eb tha se ishte si artist dhe djal\u00eb tep\u00ebr i edukuar. Daja na caktoi nj\u00eb dat\u00eb kur ai do t\u00eb vinte. Gjat\u00eb k\u00ebsaj kohe, prind\u00ebrit m\u00eb bind\u00ebn se duhet t\u00eb fejohesha, se ishte rast shum\u00eb i mir\u00eb. Natyrisht, si e re, s\u2019pata kurajo t\u2019i kund\u00ebrshtoja, por p\u00ebr t\u00eb qen\u00eb e sinqert\u00eb, m\u00eb p\u00eblqente si rast sepse do t\u00eb shkoja n\u00eb Itali. Nuk zgjati dhe, pas pak dit\u00ebsh, daja erdhi s\u00eb bashku me Marselin. Tani do bisedoja edhe un\u00eb dhe do t\u00eb shpallnim fejes\u00ebn. M\u00eb propozuan t\u00eb bisedoja n\u00eb dhom\u00eb vet\u00ebm me Marselin. Fillimisht, shkova n\u00eb dhom\u00eb me mamin. Pas pak ajo m\u00eb la vet\u00ebm dhe tani ishim vet\u00ebm ne t\u00eb dy. Biseduam gjer\u00eb e gjat\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb ardhmen ton\u00eb dhe ai m\u00eb premtoi dashuri t\u00eb p\u00ebrjetshme. Ishte fjal\u00ebmb\u00ebl, i matur dhe simpatik. P\u00ebr t\u00eb qen\u00eb e sinqert\u00eb, ai m\u00eb b\u00ebri p\u00ebr vete plot\u00ebsisht. M\u00eb puthi doren dhe i premtuam nj\u00ebri-tjetrit dashuri dhe bes\u00eb. Ai m\u00eb premtoi se sa t\u00eb merrja pasaport\u00ebn, do t\u00eb m\u00eb merrte n\u00eb Itali. Pas k\u00ebsaj, shpall\u00ebm fejes\u00ebn. Gjat\u00eb dit\u00ebve q\u00eb q\u00ebndroi n\u00eb Shqip\u00ebri, Marseli erdhi disa her\u00eb. Pasi iku n\u00eb Itali, m\u00eb merrte n\u00eb telefon thuajse dy her\u00eb n\u00eb jav\u00eb.
\nPas gjasht\u00eb muajsh, ne b\u00ebm\u00eb martes\u00ebn, nj\u00eb das\u00ebm t\u00eb rrall\u00eb. Marseli q\u00ebndroi me mua 20 dit\u00eb. 15 dit\u00eb i kaluam me pushime n\u00eb Sarand\u00eb. Pas k\u00ebsaj, ai u largua p\u00ebr n\u00eb Itali. N\u00eb familje, Marseli kishte prind\u00ebrit, motr\u00ebn e kishte t\u00eb martuar dhe nj\u00eb v\u00eblla rreth t\u00eb 20-ave, t\u00eb pamartuar apo fejuar. Pas largimit t\u00eb Marselit, fillova jet\u00ebn n\u00eb sht\u00ebpin\u00eb e prind\u00ebrve t\u00eb tij. M\u00eb donin dhe respektonin, ishin tep\u00ebr t\u00eb mir\u00eb. Marseli m\u00eb merrte n\u00eb telefon gati \u00e7do nat\u00eb. Niku, v\u00ebllai i Marselit, sillej mir\u00eb dhe dukej se m\u00eb respektonte. Nj\u00eb dit\u00eb m\u00eb erdhi lajmi se kisha mamin tim s\u00ebmur\u00eb. U nisa s\u00eb bashku me Nikun, v\u00ebllain e tim shoqi. Rruga ishte shum\u00eb e gjat\u00eb, b\u00ebm\u00eb lloj-lloj muhabetesh dhe n\u00eb mes t\u00eb tjerave, ai m\u00eb tha: \u201cSi lum v\u00ebllai im \u00e7far\u00eb gruaje ka! Je si engj\u00ebll, yll, tep\u00ebr e mir\u00eb!\u201d. U stepa nga k\u00ebto fjal\u00eb t\u00eb tij e megjithat\u00eb e kalova me t\u00eb qeshur e me nj\u00eb \u201cfaleminderit\u201d, pa e zgjatur shum\u00eb, por me vete po mendoja \u00e7far\u00eb ishin k\u00ebto fjal\u00eb nga ana e tij. Mb\u00ebrrit\u00ebm dhe Niku q\u00ebndroi pak e u kthye n\u00eb familje. Un\u00eb ndenja p\u00ebr disa dit\u00eb, por mendja m\u00eb rrinte te fjal\u00ebt q\u00eb m\u00eb tha kunati im. Mundohesha ta justifikoja, duke menduar \u201c\u00ebsht\u00eb i ri\u201d, por ashtu si rrodh\u00ebn ngjarjet, kuptova q\u00eb ato fjal\u00eb paskan qen\u00eb t\u00eb djall\u00ebzuara dhe me q\u00ebllime t\u00eb larg\u00ebta. Q\u00ebndrova disa dit\u00eb dhe u ktheva n\u00eb sht\u00ebpin\u00eb e burrit, m\u00eb solli im at\u00eb. Vija re se Niku m\u00eb shikonte dhe ofshante si t\u00eb kishte nj\u00eb hall t\u00eb madh. Shpesh, si pa q\u00ebllim, hynte n\u00eb dhom\u00ebn time. Disa her\u00eb m\u00eb gjente duke nd\u00ebrruar rrobat, \u201cm\u00eb fal\u201d m\u00eb thoshte dhe mbyllte der\u00ebn e ikte si i z\u00ebn\u00eb ngusht\u00eb. Shpesh, un\u00eb flija me vjehrr\u00ebn n\u00eb krevatin tim. Nj\u00eb nat\u00eb, vjehrra shkoi tek e bija. N\u00eb sht\u00ebpi ishte vjehrri dhe Niku, kunati. Pasi h\u00ebngr\u00ebm dark\u00ebn, pam\u00eb televizor dhe ram\u00eb t\u00eb flinim, secili n\u00eb dhom\u00ebn e tij. Me sa duket, ora ishte 1 e nat\u00ebs dhe un\u00eb isha n\u00eb pik\u00eb t\u00eb gjumit. Ishte koh\u00eb vjeshte dhe ashtu p\u00ebrgjumur pash\u00eb q\u00eb dikush m\u00eb kishte hyr\u00eb n\u00eb krevat dhe m\u00eb puthte e m\u00eb prekte n\u00eb vende intime dhe filloi t\u00eb m\u00eb zhvishte. Isha si n\u00eb \u00ebnd\u00ebrr, s\u2019e dija ku isha, ishim n\u00eb err\u00ebsir\u00eb. Rezistova dhe e pyeta \u201ckush je ti?\u201d se pandeha mos kishte ardhur Marseli (kishte raste q\u00eb ai vinte nat\u00ebn nga Italia, por m\u00eb lajm\u00ebronte p\u00ebrpara). D\u00ebgjova t\u00eb m\u00eb thoshte: \u201cMeri, jam Niku, t\u00eb h\u00ebngsha zemr\u00ebn, je drita ime, t\u00eb dua\u201d. Gati sa nuk vdiqa n\u00eb vend. I thash\u00eb: \u201cS\u2019ke turp? Ik, je v\u00ebllai i Marselit, si e b\u00ebn k\u00ebt\u00eb veprim? Largohu se do t\u2019u them prind\u00ebrve dhe Marselit\u201d, por ai m\u00eb mbylli goj\u00ebn dhe m\u00eb k\u00ebrc\u00ebnoi t\u00eb mos flisja, p\u00ebrndryshe do t\u00eb thoshte se i kisha k\u00ebrkuar vet\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00eb vinte n\u00eb krevat. Duke patur frik\u00eb se ndoshta me t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb e besonin, ndon\u00ebse rezistova, nuk th\u00ebrrita. Kisha frik\u00eb se do b\u00ebhej problem dhe do m\u00eb ngarkonin edhe mua me faj, s\u2019e dija si do t\u00eb rridhnin ngjarjet dhe, sado q\u00eb rezistova, ai m\u00eb zhveshi e m\u00eb p\u00ebrdhunoi disa her\u00eb. K\u00ebt\u00eb pun\u00eb t\u00eb pis\u00ebt ai e vazhdoi sa her\u00eb n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi nuk ishin vjehrrit, sado q\u00eb i thoja se kjo ishte shum\u00eb e turpshme. Ai m\u00eb k\u00ebrc\u00ebnonte duke m\u00eb th\u00ebn\u00eb se \u201cdo t\u2019u them q\u00eb m\u00eb ke ardhur vet\u00eb n\u00eb krevat. Hesht, m\u00eb thoshte, ndryshe e di vet\u00eb se \u00e7\u2019t\u00eb gjen!\u201d.
\nNiku ishte si tip mafiozi. Sa her\u00eb vinte Marseli, ai i b\u00ebhej servil me sjelljet dhe veprimet e tij sa mendoja: \u201cZot, sa i paturp! Puthet me t\u00eb dhe sillet sikur e do shum\u00eb v\u00ebllain, n\u00eb nj\u00eb koh\u00eb q\u00eb i ka p\u00ebrdhunuar gruan…\u201d. Ndon\u00ebse Marseli vinte nj\u00eb her\u00eb n\u00eb 3-4 muaj, s\u2019pata guximin t\u2019i tregoja p\u00ebr posht\u00ebrsin\u00eb e t\u00eb v\u00ebllait ndaj meje e ndaj tij dhe gjeta nj\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00eb tjet\u00ebr, ta bindja q\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00eb merrte sa m\u00eb par\u00eb me vete, sepse i thoja \u201cnuk rri dot pa ty\u201d dhe qaja. Ai m\u00eb premtoi se, sa t\u00eb merrja pasaport\u00ebn, ne do t\u00eb b\u00ebnim bashkim familjar. Do t\u00eb shkoja menj\u00ebher\u00eb t\u00eb merrja pasaport\u00ebn, por m\u00eb duheshin edhe dy muaj q\u00eb t\u00eb plot\u00ebsoja mosh\u00ebn. Me gjith\u00eb kund\u00ebshtimet e mia, Niku vazhdonte t\u00eb m\u00eb p\u00ebrdhunonte sa her\u00eb i krijohej mund\u00ebsia, kur nuk ishin prind\u00ebrit n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi. Niku ishte njeri i pabes\u00eb dhe pa moral, isha n\u00eb pozit\u00eb t\u00eb v\u00ebshtir\u00eb, s\u2019dija si t\u00eb veproja me at\u00eb njeri. Ai m\u00eb k\u00ebrc\u00ebnonte se, n\u00ebse nxirrja z\u00eb me njeri, do t\u00eb m\u00eb vriste e do t\u00eb m\u00eb akuzonte se un\u00eb kisha shkuar me d\u00ebshir\u00eb n\u00eb krevatin e tij. Zoti deshi, plot\u00ebsova mosh\u00ebn, b\u00ebra kart\u00ebn e identitetit e pasaport\u00ebn dhe shkova n\u00eb Itali tek im shoq. Nikun e paralajm\u00ebrova se t\u00ebr\u00eb jet\u00ebn nuk do t\u2019ia falja at\u00eb posht\u00ebrsi dhe n\u00eb Shqip\u00ebri nuk do t\u00eb shkoja kurr\u00eb pa tim shoq. Tani po b\u00ebj vitin n\u00eb Itali, prind\u00ebrit e Marselit kan\u00eb ardhur p\u00ebr vizit\u00eb. Fal\u00eb Zotit, Niku \u00ebsht\u00eb fejuar dhe s\u00eb shpejti martohet mendoj, dhe se kjo dram\u00eb mori fund. K\u00ebshtu, shp\u00ebtova prej atij tmerri t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb, por q\u00eb do t\u00eb m\u00eb ndjek\u00eb gjith\u00eb jet\u00ebn nga pas. Thell\u00eb n\u00eb shpirt jam e vrar\u00eb. Me Marselin duhemi, m\u00eb respekton dhe kam nj\u00eb harmoni t\u00eb shk\u00eblqyer. Tani jam edhe shtatz\u00ebn\u00eb dhe pres nj\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00eb, dhurat\u00eb nga Zoti. Megjith\u00ebse nuk isha fajtore, thell\u00eb n\u00eb shpirt kam nj\u00eb plag\u00eb aq t\u00eb madhe sa edhe kur m\u00eb puth Marseli, ka raste q\u00eb ndihem fajtore n\u00eb shpirt dhe shum\u00eb keq.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Un\u00eb q\u00eb po ju shkruaj jam Meri, kam disa koh\u00eb e martuar. T\u00eb tregosh histori dashurie \u00ebsht\u00eb k\u00ebnaq\u00ebsi si p\u00ebr at\u00eb q\u00eb e p\u00ebrjeton at\u00eb moment, por edhe p\u00ebr at\u00eb q\u00eb i lexon, por historin\u00eb q\u00eb po tregoj, un\u00eb po e shkruaj me lot e dhimbje p\u00ebr faktin se ajo m\u00eb tmerron, ma trazon jet\u00ebn […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[95],"tags":[249],"class_list":["post-2520","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-rrefime-mekatesh","tag-histori"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2520","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=2520"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2520\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2520"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2520"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2520"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}