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Un\u00eb q\u00eb ju shkruaj jam Af\u00ebrdita. Lexova rubrik\u00ebn tuaj t\u00eb rr\u00ebfimeve dhe vendosa t\u2019ju tregoj nj\u00eb ngjarje q\u00eb m\u00eb ka ndodhur disa vjet m\u00eb par\u00eb. Tani jam 21 vje\u00e7e. N\u00eb at\u00eb koh\u00eb shkoja n\u00eb shkoll\u00eb t\u00eb mesme dhe jetoja n\u00eb nj\u00eb fshat, nd\u00ebrkoh\u00eb q\u00eb sot jetoj n\u00eb nj\u00eb qytet m\u00eb t\u00eb madh, por nuk jam e k\u00ebnaqur. \u00cbndrra ime \u00ebsht\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00eb vij n\u00eb Tiran\u00eb, jo edhe aq shum\u00eb p\u00ebr ato gj\u00ebra q\u00eb synojn\u00eb shumica e t\u00eb rinjve, si shkolla apo mund\u00ebsit\u00eb, sesa p\u00ebr faktin q\u00eb dua t\u00eb k\u00ebrkoj at\u00eb q\u00eb m\u00eb b\u00ebri t\u00eb dashurohesha n\u00eb err\u00ebsir\u00eb, at\u00eb q\u00eb edhe sot e mendoj me lot n\u00eb sy. Gjith\u00e7ka ndodhi n\u00eb dasm\u00ebn e motr\u00ebs sime. Ato qen\u00eb dit\u00eb shum\u00eb t\u00eb bukura p\u00ebr mua. Doja t\u2019i ndihmoja t\u00eb gjith\u00eb, t\u00eb b\u00ebja \u00e7far\u00eb mundesha, hidhesha p\u00ebrpjet\u00eb sa her\u00eb q\u00eb motra provonte fustanin e bardh\u00eb. Isha n\u00eb qiellin e shtat\u00eb. Nuk mendoja p\u00ebr asgj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr ve\u00e7se p\u00ebr dit\u00ebt e dasm\u00ebs q\u00eb mezi po i prisja. Motra ime vendosi t\u00eb b\u00ebnte kat\u00ebr dit\u00eb das\u00ebm. Dita e par\u00eb shkoi me shum\u00eb rr\u00ebmuj\u00eb, por ishte edhe shum\u00eb e bukur. Un\u00eb ndihesha shum\u00eb e lodhur. Po p\u00ebrpiqesha t\u00eb \u00e7lodhesha pak dhe t\u00eb flija kur d\u00ebgjova trokitje n\u00eb der\u00ebn e jashtme. D\u00ebgjova edhe babain q\u00eb doli dhe se me k\u00eb po fliste. Zgjata kok\u00ebn nga dritarja. Brenda u fut nj\u00eb djal\u00eb me nj\u00eb \u00e7ant\u00eb n\u00eb dor\u00eb. Babi i thirri mamit dhe m\u00eb pas nuk d\u00ebgjova gj\u00eb. Q\u00ebndrova edhe pak duke pyetur veten kush ishte ai njeri, por pastaj m\u00eb zuri gjumi. T\u00eb nes\u00ebrmen, kur u ngrit\u00ebm p\u00ebr t\u00eb ngr\u00ebn\u00eb m\u00ebngjes, babai na prezantoi me nj\u00eb kush\u00ebririn ton\u00eb t\u00eb larg\u00ebt, i cili kishte ardhur nga Italia. Ai jetonte n\u00eb nj\u00eb fshat tjet\u00ebr, por kishte ardhur tek ne p\u00ebr dasm\u00ebn e motr\u00ebs. Ai na tha q\u00eb duhet t\u00eb silleshim mir\u00eb me t\u00eb dhe t\u00eb mos e bezdisnim. N\u00eb fakt, sapo iku babai, un\u00eb dhe motrat e mia nis\u00ebm q\u00eb ta rrethonim Dhimon dhe ta pyesnim p\u00ebr \u00e7do lloj gj\u00ebje. Ai na tha se do t\u00eb rrinte deri sa t\u00eb mbaronte dasma dhe pastaj do t\u00eb ikte. Po at\u00eb dit\u00eb do t\u00eb vinte edhe nj\u00eb shok i tij. Q\u00ebndruam edhe pak me t\u00eb dhe pastaj ik\u00ebm p\u00ebr t\u2019u b\u00ebr\u00eb gati. Nj\u00eb dit\u00eb tjet\u00ebr na priste. N\u00eb dark\u00eb, teksa kishim shtruar dark\u00ebn e familjes son\u00eb dhe po prisnim njer\u00ebzit, pash\u00eb kush\u00ebririn tim me nj\u00eb djal\u00eb shum\u00eb simpatik. Nisa ta shihja dhe nuk po ia shqisja syt\u00eb. Ishte aq i bukur! Ishte veshur edhe shum\u00eb bukur! Kur vura re q\u00eb edhe ai po m\u00eb shihte, ula syt\u00eb nga turpi, por n\u00eb fakt e ndieja q\u00eb ai vazhdonte t\u00eb m\u00eb ndiqte me sy, kudo q\u00eb shkoja. Edhe un\u00eb e shihja her\u00eb pas here. Teksa po k\u00ebrceja me kush\u00ebririn tim, e pyeta kush ishte ai djali. Ai qeshi dhe m\u00eb tha q\u00eb ishte shoku i tij i ngusht\u00eb, me t\u00eb cilin kishte ardhur nga Italia.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cPse qesh?\u201d, e pyeta.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cSepse edhe ai m\u00eb pyeti p\u00ebr ty!\u201d, m\u00eb tha. \u201cVet\u00ebm ki kujdes, un\u00eb e di \u00e7\u2019mendon babai yt p\u00ebr k\u00ebto gj\u00ebra!\u201d.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Un\u00eb u skuqa dhe ula kok\u00ebn, por mendja m\u00eb q\u00ebndronte tek ai. \u00cbnd\u00ebrrimet e mia i prishi mamaja e cila m\u00eb thirri dhe kur shkova pran\u00eb saj, m\u00eb tha q\u00eb duhet t\u00eb merrja n\u00eb qilar nga ajo vera e mir\u00eb q\u00eb ruante babai. U nisa me vrap, pasi nuk doja t\u00eb humbisja asnj\u00eb moment nga ajo dark\u00eb. U futa n\u00eb qilar dhe nisa t\u00eb merrja nga vera e mir\u00eb e babit kur d\u00ebgjova nj\u00eb zhurm\u00eb. Ktheva kok\u00ebn, por nuk kishte njeri. Nisa t\u00eb merrja s\u00ebrish ver\u00eb, por d\u00ebgjova prap\u00eb zhurm\u00eb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cKa njeri?\u201d, ngrita z\u00ebrin. Ktheva kok\u00ebn dhe pash\u00eb fytyr\u00ebn bukuroshe t\u00eb djalit q\u00eb kisha gjith\u00eb dark\u00ebn q\u00eb e shikoja. Qesha. Ai m\u2019u afrua dhe m\u00eb tha: \u201cT\u00eb t\u00eb ndihmoj q\u00eb ta hedh\u00ebsh ver\u00ebn?\u201d. Pa i th\u00ebn\u00eb \u201cpo\u201d, ai m\u2019u afrua dhe nisi t\u00eb m\u00eb ndihmonte. Mbaruam dhe i thash\u00eb q\u00eb duhet t\u00eb shkonim, por kur po dilnim ai m\u00eb kapi nga krahu dhe m\u2019u afrua. Nuk po dija \u00e7far\u00eb t\u00eb b\u00ebja. Ai m\u00eb puthi. Drith\u00ebrima t\u00eb forta ma p\u00ebrshkuan trupin. Pastaj, ai m\u00eb vuri dor\u00ebn n\u00eb supe dhe m\u00eb tha q\u00eb t\u00eb dilnim se po na prisnin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gjat\u00eb gjith\u00eb mbr\u00ebmjes shihja vet\u00ebm nga ai. K\u00ebrcyem nj\u00eb her\u00eb bashk\u00eb, por aq sa mund t\u00eb k\u00ebrcesh kur ke edhe prind\u00ebrit rrotull. M\u00eb tha q\u00eb ishte kthyer nga Italia dhe kishte vendosur t\u00eb q\u00ebndronte n\u00eb Tiran\u00eb, tek prind\u00ebrit e tij, t\u00eb cil\u00ebt e kishin sht\u00ebpin\u00eb af\u00ebr stacionit t\u00eb trenit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDo t\u00eb shihemi prap\u00eb!\u201d, m\u00eb tha dhe u largua p\u00ebr te kush\u00ebriri im. M\u00eb pas nuk u takuam m\u00eb. Dasma mbaroi dhe n\u00eb m\u00ebngjes t\u00eb gjith\u00eb u larguan. Kush\u00ebriri im p\u00ebrcolli mikun e tij dhe m\u00eb pas u kthye. Un\u00eb isha gjith\u00eb sy e vesh\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb marr\u00eb vesh ndonj\u00eb gj\u00eb, por nuk munda. D\u00ebgjova vet\u00ebm Dhimon q\u00eb i tha babit se e kishte p\u00ebrcjell\u00eb shokun e tij dhe ai e fal\u00ebnderonte p\u00ebr mikpritjen, por nuk e pyesja dot ku kishte shkuar ai. Dit\u00ebt e tjera shpresova q\u00eb ta shihja, por ai nuk erdhi. Megjith\u00ebse u k\u00ebnaqa, prap\u00eb mendja m\u00eb rrinte tek ai dhe tek fakti q\u00eb doja ta takoja s\u00ebrish.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Pas dasm\u00ebs, kush\u00ebriri im u nis p\u00ebr n\u00eb fshatin e tij. Nuk e mora m\u00eb vesh se \u00e7far\u00eb u b\u00eb me djalin tim. Q\u00eb nga ajo koh\u00eb mendoj vet\u00ebm p\u00ebr t\u00eb. E gjith\u00eb dita m\u00eb shkon duke pyetur veten \u00e7far\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb duke b\u00ebr\u00eb, n\u00ebse po m\u00eb mendon, n\u00ebse ka gjetur ndonj\u00eb vajz\u00eb tjet\u00ebr apo \u00ebsht\u00eb larguar prap\u00eb. Kam fiksuar q\u00eb sht\u00ebpia e tij ishte af\u00ebr stacionit t\u00eb trenit dhe fiksimi im \u00ebsht\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00eb shkoj n\u00eb Tiran\u00eb dhe ta k\u00ebrkoj. Deri tani nuk e kam pasur k\u00ebt\u00eb mund\u00ebsi. Tani kemi l\u00ebvizur nga fshati n\u00eb qytet dhe shpresoj q\u00eb ndonj\u00eb dit\u00eb t\u00eb kem mund\u00ebsi ta takoj s\u00ebrish. Ndoshta ai lexon k\u00ebt\u00eb rr\u00ebfim dhe vendos t\u00eb vij\u00eb vet\u00eb tek un\u00eb. Un\u00eb di vet\u00ebm q\u00eb ka r\u00ebn\u00eb n\u00eb dashuri kok\u00eb e k\u00ebmb\u00eb dhe nuk do t\u00eb jem mir\u00eb derisa ta takoj s\u00ebrish. At\u00ebher\u00eb jeta ime do t\u00eb marr\u00eb kuptim!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Un\u00eb q\u00eb ju shkruaj jam Af\u00ebrdita. Lexova rubrik\u00ebn tuaj t\u00eb rr\u00ebfimeve dhe vendosa t\u2019ju tregoj nj\u00eb ngjarje q\u00eb m\u00eb ka ndodhur disa vjet m\u00eb par\u00eb. Tani jam 21 vje\u00e7e. N\u00eb at\u00eb koh\u00eb shkoja n\u00eb shkoll\u00eb t\u00eb mesme dhe jetoja n\u00eb nj\u00eb fshat, nd\u00ebrkoh\u00eb q\u00eb sot jetoj n\u00eb nj\u00eb qytet m\u00eb t\u00eb madh, por nuk jam […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":27998,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[94,95],"tags":[744,254,765],"class_list":["post-27997","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-histori-nga-jeta","category-rrefime-mekatesh","tag-gazeta-intervista","tag-histori-personale","tag-intervista-online"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/27997","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=27997"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/27997\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/27998"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=27997"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=27997"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=27997"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}