Miq t\u00eb gazet\u00ebs \u201cIntervista\u201d, un\u00eb q\u00eb po ju shkruaj, jam nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb nga Tirana. Quhem Enxhi. Tani jam shnd\u00ebrruar n\u00eb nj\u00eb grua t\u00eb r\u00ebndomt\u00eb, nuk jam m\u00eb ajo vajza \u00e7apk\u00ebne plot jet\u00eb, q\u00eb isha m\u00eb par\u00eb. Jetoj me munges\u00eb dashurie nga familja ime, e palidhur dhe jam nj\u00eb n\u00ebn\u00eb beqare. Jeta ime i p\u00ebrngjan nj\u00eb telenovele me pak aktor\u00eb. Q\u00eb jam e vetme nuk mund ta them, sepse kam nj\u00eb djal\u00eb t\u00eb vog\u00ebl, pese\u00a0vje\u00e7, por jam njeri pa njeri. Sigurisht, prind\u00ebrit i kam gjall\u00eb, por ata m\u00eb kan\u00eb nxjerr\u00eb jasht\u00eb nga sht\u00ebpia. Largimi im nga sht\u00ebpia ndodhi p\u00ebr arsye se un\u00eb u lidha me nj\u00eb djal\u00eb q\u00eb ata nuk e donin. Un\u00eb e doja marr\u00ebzisht, por prind\u00ebrit nxirrnin pretendimin se ai ishte moshatar me mua dhe nuk ishte i p\u00ebrgjegjsh\u00ebm p\u00ebr veprimet q\u00eb merrte. M\u00eb thoshin: \u201cAi do t\u00eb kaloj\u00eb koh\u00ebn me ty\u201d dhe shum\u00eb e shum\u00eb fraza t\u00eb cilat mua tani m\u00eb vjen turp t\u2019i p\u00ebrmend pasi nuk kan\u00eb m\u00eb vler\u00eb. Ajo q\u00eb di t\u00eb them \u00ebsht\u00eb se fjal\u00ebt e tyre ishin m\u00eb se t\u00eb drejta p\u00ebr t\u00eb ardhmen time\u2026<\/p>\n
Kur u njoha me k\u00ebt\u00eb djalin (emrin e t\u00eb cilit s\u2019kam pse t\u00eb p\u00ebrmend sepse tashm\u00eb ai ka vdekur p\u00ebr mua), ai ishte nj\u00eb djal\u00eb simpatik, kishte nj\u00eb makin\u00eb shum\u00eb t\u00eb bukur dhe ishte djali i par\u00eb q\u00eb puthja. U njoha me t\u00eb n\u00eb Facebook. Facebook-u, p\u00ebr nj\u00eb koh\u00eb t\u00eb gjat\u00eb, ishte gjendje civile on line, sepse mund t\u00eb kishe edhe t\u00eb dashur n\u00eb Facebook, por edhe jasht\u00eb tij. Un\u00eb, n\u00eb at\u00eb koh\u00eb, pata fatin t\u00eb lidhesha n\u00eb Facebook, por edhe ta vazhdoja k\u00ebt\u00eb lidhje jasht\u00eb rrjetit social. Kur hapa profil n\u00eb Facebook p\u00ebr her\u00eb t\u00eb par\u00eb, isha nj\u00eb nx\u00ebn\u00ebse e mir\u00eb, me mesatare tet\u00eb dhe isha shum\u00eb e dh\u00ebn\u00eb pas rrjetit social. Kjo b\u00ebri q\u00eb edhe un\u00eb t\u00eb bija shum\u00eb nga m\u00ebsimet dhe q\u00eb jeta ime t\u00eb rr\u00ebnohej. Un\u00eb kisha shum\u00eb miq dhe shok\u00eb, me t\u00eb cil\u00ebt flisja pa pushim, por edhe shoq\u00ebri t\u00eb re b\u00ebja, pasi doja t\u00eb njihja edhe njer\u00ebz t\u00eb rinj me t\u00eb cil\u00ebt do t\u00eb komunikoja. Fundja, kisha nevoj\u00eb t\u00eb d\u00ebgjoja fjal\u00eb ndryshe apo edhe t\u00eb komunikoja ndryshe. K\u00ebt\u00eb komunikim virtual, ma ofronte Facebooku, i cili nisi t\u00eb p\u00ebrdorej gjer\u00ebsisht nga t\u00eb rinjt\u00eb e asaj kohe.<\/p>\n
N\u00eb Facebook, m\u00eb erdhi ftes\u00eb nga nj\u00eb djal\u00eb q\u00eb n\u00eb fotografi kishte dal\u00eb n\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00eb t\u00eb p\u00ebrkryer. Ishte djal\u00eb shum\u00eb i bukur, i pash\u00ebm, me nj\u00eb fytyr\u00eb t\u00eb \u00ebmb\u00ebl. Kur e pash\u00eb, un\u00eb humba brenda asaj fotoje dhe nuk e kisha kuptuar q\u00eb kisha ngrir\u00eb n\u00eb vend e vet\u00ebm isha p\u00ebrqendruar n\u00eb at\u00eb imazh. Nuk po e kuptoja as ku ndodhej emri, as n\u00ebse m\u00eb kishte \u00e7uar ai ftes\u00eb; e humba kuptimin e \u00e7do gj\u00ebje. Pash\u00eb se ai m\u00eb kishte \u00e7uar ftes\u00eb p\u00ebr miq\u00ebsi. E pranova pa u menduar dy her\u00eb. Ajo q\u00eb tani un\u00eb doja m\u00eb me padurim ishte t\u2019i flisja dhe ta njihja. Mesazhi i par\u00eb q\u00eb i \u00e7ova, ishte: \u201cFaleminderit p\u00ebr ftes\u00ebn, n\u00eb foto, ju jeni? Sepse jeni shum\u00eb i bukur\u201d. Prita dy dit\u00eb rresht dhe asnj\u00eb p\u00ebrgjigje nuk mora nga ai, kur nj\u00eb dit\u00eb, nd\u00ebrsa po luaja n\u00eb Facebook, pash\u00eb se m\u00eb erdhi nj\u00eb mesazh. Ishte ai! Uau, \u00e7far\u00eb g\u00ebzimi q\u00eb ndjeja ai m\u00eb kishte shkruar: \u201cP\u00ebrsh\u00ebndetje. Po, un\u00eb jam n\u00eb foto. \u00cbsht\u00eb fotoja m\u00eb e sh\u00ebmtuar q\u00eb kam\u201d, m\u00eb kishte shkruar me nj\u00eb t\u00eb qeshur. S\u2019e kuptoja se si ai mund ta quante at\u00eb foto t\u00eb sh\u00ebmtuar kur aty, ai ishte yll. Mendova, \u201ckushedi sa i bukur do jet\u00eb po ta shoh live\u201d. Po mir\u00eb, k\u00ebshtu nisi edhe biseda jon\u00eb. Ai ishte mosha ime, por dukej m\u00eb i madh se un\u00eb dhe ishte shum\u00eb i pjekur (dua t\u00eb them, dukej ndryshe nga moshatar\u00ebt tan\u00eb, t\u00eb cil\u00ebt ishin tra la la). T\u2019ju them t\u00eb drejt\u00ebn, k\u00ebt\u00eb fillova ta p\u00eblqeja shum\u00eb, po shum\u00eb ama. Nuk isha ndjer\u00eb kurr\u00eb kaq mir\u00eb me nj\u00eb mashkull! Megjith\u00ebse flisja n\u00ebp\u00ebrmjet k\u00ebtij rrjeti social dhe vet\u00ebm fotot i kisha par\u00eb, un\u00eb thoja se ndjeja dhe e p\u00eblqeja shum\u00eb. Pas pes\u00eb muajsh komunikimi n\u00eb Facebook, gjithashtu, kishim shk\u00ebmbyer edhe numrat e celularit. Un\u00eb mezi prisja q\u00eb ta takoja, por ai nuk m\u00eb thonte gj\u00eb dhe kjo nuk po m\u00eb p\u00eblqente, pasi un\u00eb doja me patjet\u00ebr ta takoja dhe ta shihja drejt e n\u00eb sy, n\u00eb ata syt\u00eb blu. Ky djali ishte me origjin\u00eb nga Tepelena po dhe un\u00eb nga Tepelena dhe k\u00ebshtu, kuptoheshim p\u00ebr mrekulli. Po afronte dat\u00eblindja ime dhe ai m\u00eb tha se kishte d\u00ebshir\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00eb takonte, por un\u00eb, edhe pse doja shum\u00eb t\u00eb takoja, at\u00eb dit\u00eb e mendoja si t\u00eb pamundur p\u00ebr t\u2019u takuar me t\u00eb dhe i thash\u00eb ta linim p\u00ebr t\u00eb nes\u00ebrmen, kurse ai m\u00eb tha: \u201cPo deri te shkall\u00ebt posht\u00eb, a ulesh dot?\u201d. Nuk po u besoja syve kur po lexoja k\u00ebt\u00eb mesazh nga ai, u hutova. E pyeta se ku ndodhej dhe ai m\u00eb tha se ishte posht\u00eb pallatit tim. \u00c7far\u00eb g\u00ebzimi, nuk po e besoja n\u00eb ato q\u00eb po thonte! Dola me vrap posht\u00eb dhe ai ndodhej v\u00ebrtet aty posht\u00eb. Ishte me makin\u00eb dhe m\u00eb ftoi q\u00eb t\u00eb hyja, pasi kishte merak mos na shihnin prind\u00ebrit. Kur u futa n\u00eb makin\u00eb, pash\u00eb nj\u00eb buqet\u00eb t\u00eb madhe me tr\u00ebndafila; 30 tr\u00ebndafila. U \u00e7udita nga numri i tr\u00ebndafilave dhe ai m\u00eb tha se p\u00ebrkonte me dat\u00ebn e dat\u00eblindjes sime. Data 30, tr\u00ebndafila 30. Epo, nuk i kisha edhe aq problem lulet, un\u00eb u g\u00ebzova q\u00eb e pash\u00eb. Pas k\u00ebtyre minutave t\u00eb mrekullueshme, u b\u00ebra gati t\u00eb dilja dhe ai m\u00eb puthi leht\u00eb n\u00eb buz\u00eb. U skuqa e gjitha, ishte puthja e par\u00eb, djali i par\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb cilin ndjeja.<\/p>\n
Pas k\u00ebsaj dite, ne u takuam rregullisht \u00e7do dit\u00eb dhe n\u00eb rastin tim, nuk ishte ai q\u00eb m\u00eb propozoi mua, po isha un\u00eb q\u00eb i thoja: \u201cTani, ti m\u00eb puthe, ne jemi t\u00eb lidhur\u201d dhe po, n\u00eb t\u00eb gjitha format, ne ishim t\u00eb lidhur. Nj\u00eb nat\u00eb, ai m\u00eb ftoi t\u00eb shkoja te sht\u00ebpia e tij, por un\u00eb nuk dilja dot nat\u00ebn, k\u00ebshtu q\u00eb i thash\u00eb t\u00eb vinte e t\u2019u merrte leje prind\u00ebrve t\u00eb mi. Mir\u00eb, ai erdhi, por prind\u00ebrit e mi nuk e lan\u00eb, i than\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00eb largohej, se ai nuk ishte i denj\u00eb p\u00ebr mua. S\u2019e kuptoja p\u00ebrse ata silleshin ashtu, kur ai ishte nj\u00eb djal\u00eb i sjellsh\u00ebm. Me gjith\u00eb penges\u00ebn q\u00eb m\u00eb vun\u00eb prind\u00ebrit, un\u00eb pas dy muajsh u largova nga sht\u00ebpia dhe shkova t\u00eb jetoja tek ai. Q\u00eb nga ai moment, prind\u00ebrit m\u00eb konsideruan t\u00eb vdekur. Un\u00eb jetoja e lumtur dhe nuk e kuptoja se p\u00ebrse mami dhe babi nuk donin t\u2019m\u00eb shihnin t\u00eb lumtur. P\u00ebr rreth kat\u00ebr muaj nuk komunikova fare me ata, por vendosa q\u00eb ta thyeja un\u00eb e para akullin duke shkuar p\u00ebr t\u2019i takuar dhe p\u00ebr t\u2019u dh\u00ebn\u00eb lajmin q\u00eb tashm\u00eb prisja nj\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00eb dhe se ata do t\u00eb b\u00ebheshin gjysh\u00ebr. Prita q\u00eb t\u00eb vinte i dashuri n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi, pasi kishte dal\u00eb me shok\u00ebt dhe i thash\u00eb se isha shtatz\u00ebn\u00eb. Ai qeshi dhe pastaj m\u00eb pyeti:<\/p>\n
– Seriozisht e ke?<\/p>\n
Pohova shum\u00eb e lumtur, kur papritur m\u00eb erdhi nj\u00eb shpull\u00eb aq e fort\u00eb, sa rash\u00eb n\u00eb tok\u00eb pa ndjenja. Ai m\u00eb p\u00ebrzuri nga sht\u00ebpia duke m\u00eb shar\u00eb me nj\u00eb mij\u00eb fjal\u00eb t\u00eb ndyra dhe duke m\u00eb th\u00ebn\u00eb se m\u00eb kishte marr\u00eb n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi p\u00ebr t\u00eb kaluar vet\u00ebm nat\u00ebn me mua, pasi nuk m\u00eb donte aspak.<\/p>\n
Kan\u00eb kaluar shum\u00eb vite nga ajo braktisje. Un\u00eb tani kam nj\u00eb djal\u00eb pes\u00eb vje\u00e7, i cili m\u00eb ngjan mua, ve\u00e7 syt\u00eb ka si i ati. Para disa dit\u00ebsh, u ndesha me babain e djalit tim n\u00eb parkun e loj\u00ebrave. Shtanga, por jo nga dashuria; nga urrejtja. Ai ishte me nj\u00eb grua tjet\u00ebr dhe me nj\u00eb bebe n\u00eb krah\u00eb. Me pa dhe nuk po i shqiste syt\u00eb nga djali. M\u2019u duk sikur u pre n\u00eb fytyr\u00eb, por nuk e di se \u00e7far\u00eb ka ndjer\u00eb n\u00eb ato moment. Kishte nj\u00eb grua t\u00eb bukur dhe nj\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00eb, po ashtu, shum\u00eb t\u00eb bukur. Kur po largoheshin nga k\u00ebndi i loj\u00ebrave ai afron f\u00ebmij\u00ebn e vet pran\u00eb djalit tim dhe i tha:<\/p>\n
– Xhan-xhan xhaxhi\u2026 – kurse mua m\u00eb p\u00ebrshp\u00ebriti – Paskemi patur f\u00ebmij\u00eb t\u00eb bukur\u2026<\/p>\n
– Zhduku! \u2013 i thash\u00eb.<\/p>\n
Q\u00eb nga ajo dit\u00eb, po jetoj me nj\u00eb dhimbje t\u00eb fort\u00eb n\u00eb zem\u00ebr. Uroj t\u00eb mos p\u00ebrballem m\u00eb kurr\u00eb me t\u00eb sepse nuk e di si do t\u00eb reagoj\u2026<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Miq t\u00eb gazet\u00ebs \u201cIntervista\u201d, un\u00eb q\u00eb po ju shkruaj, jam nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb nga Tirana. Quhem Enxhi. Tani jam shnd\u00ebrruar n\u00eb nj\u00eb grua t\u00eb r\u00ebndomt\u00eb, nuk jam m\u00eb ajo vajza \u00e7apk\u00ebne plot jet\u00eb, q\u00eb isha m\u00eb par\u00eb. Jetoj me munges\u00eb dashurie nga familja ime, e palidhur dhe jam nj\u00eb n\u00ebn\u00eb beqare. Jeta ime i p\u00ebrngjan nj\u00eb […]<\/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-2840","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\/2840","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=2840"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2840\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2840"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2840"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2840"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}