T\u0451 dashur lexues, jam s\u00ebrish un\u00eb, q\u00eb ju kam treguar p\u00ebr disa histori njer\u00ebzore q\u00eb kam m\u00ebsuar n\u00eb seancat e mia t\u00eb fizioterapis\u0451. Sot do t\u2019ju tregoj historin\u0451 e nj\u0451 gruaje 71 vje\u00e7e…
\nKur e pash\u0451 p\u0451r her\u0451 t\u0451 par\u0451, ajo ishte me nj\u0451 burr\u0451 rreth t\u0451 75-ave. Ai ishte shum\u0451 i mbajtur dhe kujdesej p\u0451r gruan aq shum\u0451 sa dukej sikur ishte nj\u0451 i ri me shum\u0451 energji e gjithashtu, me dashuri rinore. Gruaja ishte e paralizuar dhe ecte me karroc\u0451 me rrota. Mjek\u0451t i kishin dh\u0451n\u0451 shpresa vet\u0451m q\u0451 t\u0451 arrinte t\u0451 kryente vet\u0451 disa nevoja personale dhe asgj\u0451 m\u0451 shum\u0451, p\u0451r shkak t\u0451 mosh\u0451s. Ajo ishte paralizuar para shtat\u0451 vjet\u0451sh, por kishte pak koh\u00eb q\u00eb b\u00ebnte fizioterapi. Ngaq\u0451 shiheshim shpesh, u miq\u0451sova me ta. T\u0451 dy ishin njer\u0451z shum\u0451 t\u0451 kulturuar dhe t\u0451 dy kishin qen\u0451 intelektual\u0451. Gruaja kishte qen\u0451 m\u0451suese filloreje, nd\u0451rsa burri, kuad\u0451r, pra, kishte punuar n\u0451 zyr\u0451.
\nIsha shum\u0451 kurioze t\u0451 m\u00ebsoja n\u00ebse kishin f\u0451mij\u0451 dhe kur i pyeta, m\u2019u p\u0451rgjigj gruaja:
\n– Eh, se i kemi e dim\u0451, por nuk po i shohim, se jan\u0451 shp\u0451rndar\u0451 n\u0451p\u0451r bot\u0451. Djali i madh jeton n\u0451 Franc\u0451 e ka nj\u0451 pun\u0451 q\u0451 s\u2019e di kur ka b\u0451r\u0451 pushime e ka ardhur t\u0451 na shoh\u0451, ia kemi harruar fytyr\u0451n. Nganj\u0451her\u0451 na merr n\u0451 telefon e asgj\u0451 m\u0451 shum\u0451. Vajza \u0451sht\u0451 martuar n\u0451 Australi dhe ka qen\u0451 vet\u0451m nj\u0451 her\u0451.
\n– Jan\u0451 f\u0451mij\u0451 t\u0451 mbar\u0451 \u2013 ia priti plaku, sikur donte t\u0451 mbronte f\u0451mij\u0451t. E kuptova se ata ishin shum\u0451 t\u0451 larg\u0451t me ta. – K\u0451shtu \u0451sht\u0451 jeta p\u0451r t\u0451 gjith\u0451.
\n– Po, k\u0451shtu \u0451sht\u0451, po ti harrove se sa jam kujdesur un\u0451 p\u0451r n\u0451n\u0451n e babain tim sa isha vajz\u0451 e m\u0451 pas, p\u0451r prind\u0451rit e tu?
\n– Eh, ik\u0451n ato koh\u0451 tani plak\u0451, duhet t\u0451 ndryshojm\u0451 edhe ne…
\nIshte nj\u0451 plak i cili tregonte q\u0451 n\u0451 pamje t\u0451 par\u0451 se ishte nj\u0451 intelektual q\u00eb kishte patur jet\u0451 aktive n\u00eb rini. \u00c7do dit\u0451 flisja me k\u0451t\u0451 \u00e7ift t\u0451 mrekulluesh\u0451m. Pas pak kohe, plaka ndjehej m\u0451 mir\u0451. Nuk i kishte ato dhimbjet e forta n\u0451 shpin\u0451. Si duket, fizioterapia po jepte sukses (aq sa mund t\u0451 jepte n\u0451 mosh\u00ebn e saj). Nj\u0451 dit\u0451 ajo erdhi e shoq\u0451ruar me nj\u0451 grua rreth mosh\u0451s 35-40 vje\u00e7e. Menj\u0451her\u0451 e pyeta ku e kishte burrin.
\n– Eh, moj bij\u0451! \u00c7\u2019t\u0451 t\u0451 them? Ishte mir\u0451 e kishte dal\u0451 t\u0451 luante domino me shok\u0451t, kur erdhi komshia e m\u0451 tha se burrin e kishin \u00e7uar urgjent n\u0451 spital. Nuk kisha k\u0451mb\u0451 t\u0451 shkoja se kam mbetur e gozhduar n\u0451 k\u0451t\u0451 karroc\u0451. E mora n\u0451 telefon e nuk p\u0451rgjigjej. Pas tre-kat\u0451r zilesh, e hapi nj\u0451 shok i tij e m\u0451 tha se ishte n\u0451 sall\u0451 t\u0451 operacionit. Kishte patur q\u0451kur shtr\u00ebngime n\u0451 zem\u0451r, por nuk shkonte t\u0451 kontrollohej.
\n– Oh, sa keq m\u0451 vjen n\u0451ne! – i thash\u0451 e d\u0451shp\u0451ruar. – Po tani, si \u0451sht\u0451?
\n– M\u0451 mir\u0451! Ka dal\u0451 nga spitali e \u0451sht\u0451 mir\u0451, madje donte t\u0451 vinte t\u0451 m\u0451 shoq\u0451ronte, por i b\u0451rtita e i thash\u0451 se nuk m\u0451 gjente gj\u0451 mua, ka ardhur koha t\u0451 kujdeset p\u0451r veten.
\n– Po ndoshta \u0451sht\u0451 mir\u0451 – thash\u0451 sa p\u0451r muhabet, por n\u0451 t\u0451 v\u0451rtet\u0451, po mendoja p\u0451r burrin e saj. E admiroja forc\u0451n dhe vullnetin e tij. Ai ishte i pamposhtur.
\n– F\u0451mij\u0451t u b\u0451n\u0451 merak, po prap\u0451 se prap\u0451 nuk mund t\u0451 vinin. Na mor\u0451n k\u0451t\u0451 gruan dhe e paguajn\u0451 q\u0451 t\u0451 kujdeset p\u0451r ne.
\n– O, sa mir\u0451! Prandaj burri yt i lavd\u0451ron gjithmon\u0451 f\u0451mij\u0451t. E sheh sa t\u0451 mir\u0451 i ke?
\n– Po, po, t\u0451 mir\u0451. Po t\u0451 ishin t\u0451 mir\u0451, do t\u0451 vinin nat\u0451n p\u0451r babain e tyre.
\nN\u0451 fakt, kishte t\u0451 drejt\u0451. Ajo dhe burri i saj ishin m\u0451 t\u0451 r\u0451nd\u0451sish\u0451m sesa pun\u0451t, po asnj\u0451 nuk e mendon k\u0451t\u0451 derisa t\u2019i humbas\u00eb prind\u0451rit. T\u0451 gjith\u0451 k\u0451t\u0451 un\u00eb e bisedova me burrin tim. Ai k\u0451t\u0451 her\u0451 reagoi ndryshe. Ju kam th\u0451n\u0451 se ai \u0451sht\u0451 shum\u0451 indiferent ndaj \u00e7do gj\u0451je q\u0451 ka lidhje me mua, por k\u0451t\u0451 her\u0451, kjo histori e b\u0451ri t\u0451 reflektonte. Ai m\u0451 tha:
\n– Po deshe, t\u0451 \u00e7oj un\u0451 t\u0451 shoh\u0451sh plakun q\u0451 ka qen\u0451 n\u0451 spital…
\n– Dakord, t\u0451 faleminderit! – i thash\u0451 e habitur.
\nAi kishte koh\u0451 q\u0451 nuk dilte me mua. T\u0451 pakt\u0451n pas aksidentit kishte dal\u0451 shum\u0451 pak. Vet\u0451m kur vinte djali nga Skocia e kishim d\u0451shir\u0451 t\u0451 mos e m\u0451rzitnim djalin, b\u0451nim sikur ishim nj\u0451 familje e lumtur. Jo se kishte dal\u0451 shpesh me mua kur isha pa u aksidentuar, por at\u0451her\u0451 ndoshta nuk e ndjeja dhe aq shum\u0451 indiferenc\u0451n e tij sepse isha shum\u0451 aktive dhe e menaxhoja jet\u0451n time si t\u0451 doja. Nejse, ai m\u0451 \u00e7oi te sht\u0451pia e \u00e7iftit. Ata kishin nj\u0451 sht\u0451pi t\u0451 thjesht\u0451, por edhe t\u0451 rehatshme. U k\u0451naq\u0451n kur na pan\u0451, por dhe u habit\u0451n, sepse ata mendonin se nuk kisha fare burr\u0451, ngaq\u00eb nuk e kishin par\u0451 ndonj\u0451her\u0451 t\u0451 m\u0451 shoq\u0451ronte n\u0451 klinik\u0451 p\u0451r fizioterapin\u0451.
\nNejse, ata nuk e dhan\u0451 veten p\u0451r k\u0451t\u0451 gj\u0451. Na prit\u0451n shum\u0451 mir\u0451 dhe kaluam nja dy or\u0451 t\u0451 mira te sht\u0451pia e tyre. Plaku ishte m\u0451 mir\u0451, por nuk m\u0451 p\u0451lqente shum\u0451 ngjyra e l\u0451kur\u0451s s\u00eb tij. M\u0451 par\u0451 kur e shihja n\u0451 klinik\u0451, faqet e tij ishin si nj\u0451 t\u0451 riu, plot sh\u0451ndet, kurse tani m\u0451 dukej pak si i verdh\u0451. Pasi dol\u0451m nga sht\u0451pia e tyre, burri im dukej sikur kishte reflektuar mbi jet\u0451n ton\u0451 bashk\u0451shortore. Ai m\u0451 kapi dor\u0451n m\u0451 but\u0451sisht, kur po m\u0451 hipte n\u0451 makin\u0451.
\n– Sa njer\u0451z t\u0451 mir\u0451! \u2013 tha.
\n– Po k\u0451shtu jan\u0451, ta kam th\u0451n\u0451. Beson se k\u0451shtu do t\u0451 jemi ne t\u0451 dy kur t\u0451 plakemi?
\n– Ndoshta.
\nN\u0451 fakt, ne nuk u ngjanim atyre tani q\u0451 ishim t\u00eb rinj e jo m\u0451 von\u0451. Burri im nuk m\u0451 kishte shoq\u0451ruar asnj\u0451her\u0451 n\u0451 klinik\u0451, nd\u0451rsa plaku edhe i operuar, donte t\u2019i shkonte pas gruas s\u0451 tij. E mendova, por nuk fola, sepse e dija q\u00eb nuk do ta ndryshoja tim shoq.
\nPas asaj dite, gruaja nuk erdhi p\u0451r shum\u0451 koh\u0451. U b\u0451ra merak dhe pyeta doktorin. Ai m\u0451 tha se ajo nuk do t\u0451 vinte m\u0451 sepse burri i saj ishte p\u0451rs\u0451ri n\u0451 spital. U m\u0451rzita dhe mendova se si t\u2019ia b\u0451ja q\u0451 t\u2019i rrija gati atij \u00e7ifti q\u0451 kishte nevoj\u0451 m\u0451 shum\u0451 se kushdo. Iu luta motr\u00ebs t\u0451 m\u0451 \u00e7onte te spitali. Me shum\u0451 mundim e gjet\u0451m se ku ishte shtruar. Kisha hequr shum\u0451 p\u0451r t\u2019i gjetur, por sapo i gjeta, mendova se m\u0451 mir\u0451 ishte t\u0451 mos i kisha par\u0451 n\u0451 at\u0451 gjendje. Ai ishte shtrir\u0451 n\u0451 krevat e nuk dukej si i gjall\u0451. Ishte tretur t\u0451r\u0451sisht. Nuk kishte mbetur asgj\u0451 nga ai burri vigan e plot energji q\u0451 kisha takuar n\u0451 klinik\u0451. Ajo rrinte ashtu, e ulur n\u0451 karroc\u0451, me at\u0451 fytyr\u0451n e saj engj\u0451llore q\u0451 po priste fundin e njeriut t\u0451 saj t\u0451 dashur e bashk\u0451 me t\u0451, edhe fundin e saj sepse ajo jetonte fal\u0451 tij. Gati sa s\u2019m\u0451 l\u0451shuan patericat kur i pash\u0451, por e p\u0451rmbajta veten.
\n– Si jeni? – e zgjata z\u0451rin kur hyra brenda n\u0451 dhom\u0451 q\u0451 t\u0451 zgjoja pak atmosfer\u0451n mbyt\u0451se t\u0451 dhom\u0451s. Gruaja, sapo m\u0451 pa, m\u0451 tha:
\n– Oh, sa mir\u0451 b\u0451r\u0451 q\u0451 erdhe! Edhe k\u0451tu na gjete? Je shum\u0451 e mir\u0451!
\n– E si mund t\u0451 rri pa ju, un\u0451? Ju k\u0451rkova e ju gjeta. Po ti, s\u2019po m\u0451 flet? – i thash\u0451 plakut si me shaka.
\nAi vet\u0451m l\u0451vizi pak goj\u0451n e nuk kuptova se \u00e7far\u0451 tha, por menj\u0451her\u0451 u ula n\u0451 nj\u0451 karrige q\u0451 t\u0451 mos rr\u0451zohesha. E kisha motr\u0451n p\u0451r ndihm\u0451, por edhe ajo e shkreta ishte lodhur me mua duke k\u0451rkuar n\u0451p\u0451r spitale.
\nNdenja nj\u0451 cop\u0451 her\u0451 me t\u0451 dy. Gruaja fliste e qante. N\u0451 nj\u0451 moment, i ra telefoni. Ishte vajza. Asaj nuk iu than\u0451 syt\u0451 derisa p\u0451rfundoi telefonat\u0451n me k\u0451to fjal\u0451:
\n– S\u2019ka gj\u0451, bij\u0451 e n\u0451n\u0451s, shiko pun\u0451n, ajo ka r\u0451nd\u0451i. Ne k\u0451tu jemi, s\u2019na gjen gj\u0451.
\nSapo tha k\u0451to fjal\u0451, burri e pa me nj\u0451 v\u0451shtrim sikur donte t\u2019i thoshte se nuk i dihej se sa do ishin aty p\u0451r t\u0451 pritur f\u0451mij\u0451t e tyre.
\nM\u0451 pas u shkova edhe nj\u0451 her\u0451 tjet\u0451r p\u0451r vizit\u0451 n\u0451 spital dhe nj\u0451her\u0451 tjet\u0451r n\u0451 sht\u0451pi. Pastaj, nj\u0451 dit\u0451, m\u0451 mor\u0451n n\u0451 telefon. Ishte numri i gruas, por m\u0451 foli nj\u0451 burr\u0451. Ishte djali i saj. Ai m\u0451 tha se burri kishte vdekur. U m\u0451rzita sa s\u2019ka m\u0451. Nuk e imagjinoja dot se si ai burr\u0451 mund t\u0451 vdiste kaq shpejt. Ai dukej se pa frik\u0451 mund t\u0451 arrinte t\u0451 90-tat e m\u0451 shum\u0451, por si\u00e7 thon\u0451 t\u0451 vjetrit, s\u0451mundja nuk pyet. Shkova bashk\u0451 me burrin p\u0451r ngush\u0451llim. Ishte nj\u0451 gj\u0451 q\u0451 rrall\u0451 mund ta shihje. Nj\u0451 njeri q\u0451 kishte vite q\u0451 luftonte me s\u0451mundjet, si\u00e7 ishte gruaja, qante mbi kufom\u0451n e nj\u0451 njeriu q\u0451 nuk kishte qen\u0451 asnj\u0451her\u0451 i s\u0451mur\u0451. M\u0451 shum\u0451 m\u0451 t\u0451rhoq\u0451n v\u0451mendjen djali dhe vajza e tyre. Vajza qante e djali dukej shum\u0451 i m\u0451rzitur. Mendoja, a mund t\u0451 ndiheshin fajtor\u0451 q\u0451 nuk erdh\u0451n t\u2019u rrinin pran\u0451 sa ishte gjall\u0451 babai i tyre? Besoj se po.
\nJeta, si gjithmon\u0451, \u0451sht\u0451 e padrejt\u0451, por s\u2019kemi nga shkojm\u0451, duhet ta pranojm\u0451. Pas k\u0451saj, un\u00eb kam shkuar edhe her\u0451 t\u0451 tjera e i kam b\u0451r\u0451 vizit\u0451 gruas q\u0451 tashm\u0451 rri me nj\u0451 grua e cila kujdeset p\u0451r t\u0451, mir\u0451po ajo tashm\u0451 duket sikur ka filluar num\u0451rimin mbrapsht p\u0451r t\u2019i shkuar af\u0451r burrit t\u0451 saj q\u0451 e deshi e u kujdes p\u0451r t\u0451 sa ishte gjall\u0451.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
T\u0451 dashur lexues, jam s\u00ebrish un\u00eb, q\u00eb ju kam treguar p\u00ebr disa histori njer\u00ebzore q\u00eb kam m\u00ebsuar n\u00eb seancat e mia t\u00eb fizioterapis\u0451. Sot do t\u2019ju tregoj historin\u0451 e nj\u0451 gruaje 71 vje\u00e7e… Kur e pash\u0451 p\u0451r her\u0451 t\u0451 par\u0451, ajo ishte me nj\u0451 burr\u0451 rreth t\u0451 75-ave. Ai ishte shum\u0451 i mbajtur dhe kujdesej […]<\/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":[],"class_list":["post-3571","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-histori-nga-jeta"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3571","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=3571"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3571\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3571"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3571"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3571"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}