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Un\u00eb q\u00eb po ju shkruaj jam nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb nga nj\u00eb zon\u00eb shum\u00eb e thell\u00eb e Veriut, por preferoj q\u00eb historin\u00eb time sot ta shkruaj n\u00eb gjuh\u00eb letrare sepse shkolla p\u00ebr t\u00eb cil\u00ebn kam mbaruar \u00ebsht\u00eb Gjuh\u00eb-Let\u00ebrsi. Un\u00eb jam vajza e madhe e familjes dhe, mbas meje kam edhe pes\u00eb motra t\u00eb tjera. Im at\u00eb kishte shum\u00eb d\u00ebshir\u00eb t\u00eb b\u00ebnte nj\u00eb djal\u00eb, por nuk mundi sepse \u00ebsht\u00eb Zoti ai q\u00eb vendos. Nga zona jon\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb shum\u00eb e v\u00ebshtir\u00eb q\u00eb nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb t\u00eb shkoj\u00eb n\u00eb shkoll\u00eb t\u00eb lart\u00eb sepse sipas mentalitetit ton\u00eb, me daljen e vajz\u00ebs nga sht\u00ebpia, ajo humbet nderin dhe b\u00ebhet rruga\u00e7e. Im at\u00eb, para se un\u00eb t\u00eb shkoja n\u00eb shkoll\u00eb t\u00eb lart\u00eb, m\u00eb tha vet\u00ebm dy fjal\u00eb: \u201cN\u00ebse do t\u00eb m\u00eb turp\u00ebrosh, do t\u00eb t\u00eb vras vet\u00eb, me duart e mia\u201d dhe un\u00eb iu betova se do ta ruaja nderin deri n\u00eb fund dhe do t\u00eb m\u00ebsoja q\u00eb t\u00eb b\u00ebhesha dikush n\u00eb jet\u00eb. Im at\u00eb nuk i kishte fjal\u00ebt e shumta; ai, nj\u00ebher\u00eb fliste, por kur fliste dridheshin edhe gur\u00ebt dhe s\u2019kishte faj. Ne ishim gjith\u00eb ato femra n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi dhe duhej edhe burr\u00ebria. Ai ishte shum\u00eb serioz, madje k\u00ebt\u00eb fakt e vun\u00eb re edhe shoqet e mia t\u00eb dhom\u00ebs dit\u00ebn e par\u00eb, kur ai m\u00eb shoq\u00ebroi p\u00ebr n\u00eb konvikt. N\u00eb konvikt q\u00ebllova me dy vajza t\u00eb shk\u00eblqyera. Edhe pse vinim nga zona t\u00eb ndryshme, kuptoheshim fare mir\u00eb, t\u00eb trija ishim vajza studioze me nj\u00eb mesatare shum\u00eb t\u00eb mir\u00eb e q\u00eb nuk rendnim mbas pabeve, pijeve alkoolike apo kafeve. K\u00ebshtu, vitet kalonin dhe nj\u00ebra prej shoqeve zuri t\u00eb dashur e pas nj\u00eb viti u fejua me t\u00eb, nd\u00ebrsa shoqja e dyt\u00eb u fejua kur ishim n\u00eb vitin e par\u00eb t\u00eb masterit. Nd\u00ebrsa un\u00eb, turp t\u00eb thuash, po as vetullat nuk i hiqja, se ndryshe do t\u00eb m\u00eb quanin vajz\u00eb jo t\u00eb mir\u00eb n\u00eb vendin tim. Deri at\u00ebher\u00eb, nuk kisha pasur asnj\u00eb k\u00ebrkes\u00eb p\u00ebr fejes\u00eb, as n\u00eb fshat, as aty n\u00eb Tiran\u00eb dhe un\u00eb i kisha q\u00ebndruar besnike porosis\u00eb s\u00eb tim eti. Edhe n\u00eb veshje kisha mbetur tipike vajz\u00eb fshati. Po k\u00ebshtu, nuk kisha p\u00ebrdorur asnj\u00ebher\u00eb tualet. Vajzat e dhom\u00ebs m\u00eb kritikonin gjithmon\u00eb se k\u00ebshtu nuk mund t\u00eb ecja, se kisha shkuar n\u00eb kryeqytet dhe duhet ta mbaja veten q\u00eb t\u2019i p\u00eblqeja nj\u00eb mashkulli dhe, \u00e7do dit\u00eb q\u00eb kalonte, u jepja t\u00eb drejt\u00eb, sepse askush nuk m\u00eb ngacmonte dhe nj\u00eb fakt i till\u00eb po m\u00eb b\u00ebnte t\u00eb trishtohesha gjithnj\u00eb e m\u00eb shum\u00eb. Nuk doja q\u00eb t\u00eb kthehesha p\u00ebrs\u00ebri n\u00eb fshatin tim. Aty nuk mund t\u00eb jetoja m\u00eb, sidomos tani q\u00eb e kisha kuptuar se si ishte jeta e v\u00ebrtet\u00eb. Isha midis dy zjarreve; t\u00eb p\u00ebrshtatesha me jet\u00ebn q\u00eb b\u00ebja n\u00eb Tiran\u00eb, apo t\u2019i q\u00ebndroja besnike fjal\u00ebs q\u00eb i kisha dh\u00ebn\u00eb tim eti. Nj\u00eb dit\u00eb, teksa po kthehesha nga fshati im p\u00ebr n\u00eb Tiran\u00eb, pash\u00eb se m\u00eb kishte ardhur nj\u00eb sms n\u00eb telefon: \u201cG\u00ebzuar Vitin e Ri\u201d. Mendova mos ndoshta ishte ndonj\u00ebra nga shoqet e mia dhe e mora n\u00eb telefon, por kur m\u00eb doli nj\u00eb z\u00eb burri, e fika menj\u00ebher\u00eb telefonin, pa e pyetur se kush ishte. Q\u00eb nga ai moment, ai njeri nuk pushonte duke m\u2019i r\u00ebn\u00eb telefonit. Un\u00eb, her\u00eb i p\u00ebrgjigjesha, her\u00eb jo. N\u00eb rastet kur i p\u00ebrgjigjesha, i k\u00ebrkoja t\u00eb m\u00eb linte t\u00eb qet\u00eb dhe t\u00eb mos i binte m\u00eb telefonit tim, por me kalimin e koh\u00ebs, nuk di pse edhe kisha qejf q\u00eb t\u00eb flisja me t\u00eb. Shoqet m\u00eb thoshin se ishte m\u00eb mir\u00eb t\u00eb nd\u00ebrroja numrin, sepse nuk i dihej me k\u00eb kisha t\u00eb b\u00ebja, por mua po m\u00eb p\u00eblqente kjo loj\u00eb. N\u00eb fund t\u00eb fundit, n\u00eb telefon po flisnim dhe babai im nuk do ndihej keq se premtimin po e mbaja. Aty n\u00eb fakultet kisha d\u00ebgjuar shum\u00eb vajza q\u00eb ishin lidhur nga telefoni ose nga interneti, ndaj \u201cndoshta ma pruri edhe mua Zoti fatin n\u00eb der\u00eb\u201d, mendoja me vete. K\u00ebshtu, bisedat n\u00eb telefon me A. kishin filluar t\u00eb merrnin rrug\u00ebn e normalitetit. N\u00eb fillim, u prezantuam. Ai e kishte kuptuar q\u00eb un\u00eb isha nga Veriu nga dialekti im, kurse ai p\u00ebr vete m\u00eb tregoi em\u00ebr e mbiem\u00ebr dhe m\u00eb tregoi se punonte laborant dentar n\u00eb nj\u00eb klinik\u00eb turke. Deri n\u00eb at\u00eb moment, gj\u00ebrat kishin filluar t\u00eb m\u00eb p\u00eblqenin shum\u00eb, ai kishte filluar t\u00eb m\u00eb merrte n\u00eb telefon n\u00eb \u00e7do moment t\u00eb dit\u00ebs dhe t\u00eb nat\u00ebs e un\u00eb gjithmon\u00eb dilja t\u00eb flisja n\u00eb ballkon sepse shoqeve t\u00eb mia nuk u p\u00eblqente q\u00eb un\u00eb po e zgjasja m\u00eb tep\u00ebr se\u00e7 duhej me k\u00ebt\u00eb njeriun e telefonit. Mbasi kaloi nj\u00eb muaj q\u00eb ne flisnim t\u00eb telefon, pas shum\u00eb p\u00ebrpjekjesh nga ana e tij, vendosa ta takoja. Isha shum\u00eb n\u00eb ankth se \u00e7far\u00eb do t\u00eb ndodhte me mua, shum\u00eb pyetje m\u00eb vinin nd\u00ebrmend… \u201cA do t\u00eb m\u00eb p\u00eblqej\u00eb? A do t\u00eb jet\u00eb njeri i mir\u00eb?\u201d… Dit\u00ebn e takimit me t\u00eb doja t\u00eb vishja di\u00e7ka t\u00eb bukur q\u00eb t\u00eb dukesha sa m\u00eb t\u00ebrheq\u00ebse, por nuk dija si t\u2019ua shpjegoja shoqeve, ndaj u thash\u00eb se do t\u00eb shkoja n\u00eb dit\u00eblindjen e nj\u00eb kush\u00ebriri. Ato m\u00eb besuan sepse as q\u00eb e mendonin se un\u00eb mund t\u00eb dilja p\u00ebr kafe me at\u00eb njeri. Vesha nj\u00eb fustan ngjyr\u00eb mente dhe b\u00ebra nj\u00eb tualet fare t\u00eb leht\u00eb. Shoqet u habit\u00ebn me mua, se un\u00eb asnj\u00ebher\u00eb nuk isha rregulluar n\u00eb at\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00eb. N\u00eb takimin e par\u00eb, ai nuk m\u00eb p\u00eblqeu fare… Ai m\u00eb kishte th\u00ebn\u00eb se ishte 28 vje\u00e7, por ngjante si 38, ishte shum\u00eb i sh\u00ebndosh\u00eb dhe kishin filluar t\u2019i binin flok\u00ebt. N\u00eb takimin e par\u00eb nuk po ndihesha rehat dhe mendoja se sa shum\u00eb t\u00eb g\u00ebnjen telefoni, por nuk mund ta mohoj se nga m\u00ebnyra se si fliste t\u00eb krijonte nj\u00eb ndjenj\u00eb t\u00eb \u00e7uditshme q\u00eb m\u00eb b\u00ebri t\u00eb mos e merrja fare parasysh mosh\u00ebn dhe paraqitjen e tij. K\u00ebshtu, takimi i par\u00eb u pasua edhe me takime t\u00eb tjera. Ai kishte filluar t\u00eb m\u00eb shprehte dashurin\u00eb dhe un\u00eb kisha filluar t\u00eb ndjehesha mir\u00eb me t\u00eb. Shoqet e dhom\u00ebs e kuptuan menj\u00ebher\u00eb se ne kishim filluar t\u00eb dilnim dhe m\u00eb thoshin se duhet t\u00eb b\u00ebja kujdes pasi n\u00eb kryeqytet nuk njihen njer\u00ebzit. Takim pas takimi, A. kishte filluar t\u00eb k\u00ebrkonte m\u00eb shum\u00eb nga un\u00eb. Edhe pse un\u00eb ia kisha shpjeguar situat\u00ebn, ai k\u00ebmb\u00ebngulte duke m\u00eb th\u00ebn\u00eb se \u201ckan\u00eb ndryshuar koh\u00ebrat\u201d. Dita kur un\u00eb u ndjeva m\u00eb keq ishte pik\u00ebrisht dita kur ai m\u00eb puthi p\u00ebr her\u00eb t\u00eb par\u00eb. Sigurisht, ishte nj\u00eb puthje e rr\u00ebmbyer prej tij, por at\u00eb nat\u00eb nuk m\u00eb ka z\u00ebn\u00eb gjumi fare dhe isha mes dy alternativave, betimit q\u00eb i kisha b\u00ebr\u00eb babait dhe dashuris\u00eb s\u00eb madhe q\u00eb kisha p\u00ebr A.-n\u00eb. Gj\u00ebrat kishin arritur deri aty sa ai po k\u00ebrkonte m\u00eb shum\u00eb prej meje, madje m\u00eb kishte premtuar se n\u00ebse un\u00eb do t\u00eb isha e virgj\u00ebr, ashtu si donte ai, do t\u00eb fejohej me mua. Nuk dija se si t\u00eb veproja. Edhe tre muaj m\u00eb kishin mbetur nga mbarimi i vitit t\u00eb fundit t\u00eb masterit dhe mendoja: \u201c\u00c7far\u00eb do t\u00eb ndodh\u00eb me mua pas k\u00ebsaj, n\u00eb at\u00eb zon\u00eb t\u00eb thell\u00eb?\u201d. Kishin filluar k\u00ebrkesat p\u00ebr motr\u00ebn e dyt\u00eb dhe mua m\u00eb trembte fakti se pse nuk po m\u00eb k\u00ebrkonin mua, por at\u00eb, isha n\u00ebn presionin e shum\u00eb gj\u00ebrave, por m\u00eb n\u00eb fund, zgjodha rrug\u00ebn m\u00eb t\u00eb shkurt\u00ebr, duke iu dh\u00ebn\u00eb A.-s\u00eb. Mendova se kjo q\u00eb po b\u00ebja ishte shp\u00ebtimi im i vet\u00ebm nga jeta q\u00eb do t\u00eb m\u00eb priste n\u00eb fshat. Nat\u00ebn e par\u00eb e kaluam n\u00eb sht\u00ebpin\u00eb e nj\u00eb shoku t\u00eb tij dhe ai fluturonte nga g\u00ebzimi q\u00eb un\u00eb isha ashtu si ai m\u00eb donte. Ai m\u00eb puthte dhe nuk reshtte duke m\u2019u betuar se un\u00eb do t\u00eb isha nusja e tij. Kjo gj\u00eb m\u00eb lumturonte jasht\u00eb mase. \u201cNuk ka r\u00ebnd\u00ebsi betimi q\u00eb i b\u00ebra babait, n\u00eb fund t\u00eb fundit p\u00ebr mir\u00eb do t\u00eb m\u00eb dal\u00eb\u201d, mendoja me veten time. Fakti q\u00eb un\u00eb fjeta jasht\u00eb, u ra n\u00eb sy shoqeve q\u00eb t\u00eb revoltuara m\u00eb than\u00eb: \u201cT\u00eb dalt\u00eb p\u00ebr mir\u00eb, por nj\u00eb njeri q\u00eb t\u00eb do, nuk t\u00eb k\u00ebrkon k\u00ebto gj\u00ebra\u201d, por mua m\u00eb kishte pushtuar lumturia dhe fjal\u00ebt e tyre as q\u00eb m\u00eb hynin n\u00eb sy fare. Q\u00eb prej asaj nate, gj\u00ebrat sikur kishin filluar t\u00eb ndryshonin mes nesh, un\u00eb rrija me t\u00eb sa her\u00eb q\u00eb ai m\u00eb k\u00ebrkonte, nd\u00ebrsa ai akoma nuk po merrte nj\u00eb vendim p\u00ebr ne t\u00eb dy. Ai justifikohej se \u201c\u00ebsht\u00eb akoma shpejt\u201d, \u201ckam frik\u00eb t\u00eb fejohem q\u00eb tani\u201d e t\u00eb tjera. Kur ua tregova shoqeve t\u00eb gjith\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb, ato filluan t\u00eb dyshonin se ai mund t\u00eb ishte i martuar dhe nj\u00ebr\u00ebs prej tyre, q\u00eb kishte nj\u00eb shok q\u00eb punonte n\u00eb gjendjen civile, i dham\u00eb emrin e tij, t\u00eb babait dhe mbiemrin. Dita m\u00eb e zez\u00eb e jet\u00ebs sime ishte kur p\u00ebrgjigjja e n\u00ebpun\u00ebsit t\u00eb gjendjes civile ishte se nj\u00eb person me k\u00ebt\u00eb em\u00ebr nuk ekzistonte fare. Nuk dija si t\u00eb veproja. N\u00ebse do t\u2019ia thoja atij k\u00ebt\u00eb fakt, ai do ta mohonte, ndaj vendosa t\u2019i them: \u201cO do t\u00eb fejohemi bashk\u00eb, ose do fejohem me dik\u00eb q\u00eb m\u00eb ka k\u00ebrkuar n\u00eb familje\u201d.
\nAt\u00ebhere ai u ngrit, m\u00eb kapi prej krahu me gjith\u00eb fuqin\u00eb e tij dhe m\u00eb k\u00ebrc\u00ebnoi: \u201cBashk\u00eb do fejohemi kur t\u00eb dua un\u00eb dhe jo ti, nd\u00ebrsa ato g\u00ebnjeshtrat e tua thuaja ndonj\u00eb tjetri se n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb gjendje q\u00eb je katandisur ti, n\u00eb vendin t\u00ebnd, nuk t\u00eb merr njeri!\u201d. Tani jeta ime \u00ebsht\u00eb n\u00eb nj\u00eb udh\u00ebkryq ku zgjedhja e rrug\u00ebs nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb m\u00eb n\u00eb dor\u00ebn time. T\u00eb gjith\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb q\u00eb po heq, e meritoj sepse e theva n\u00eb bes\u00eb tim at\u00eb dhe tani do vuaj pasojat…<\/p>\n
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Un\u00eb q\u00eb po ju shkruaj jam nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb nga nj\u00eb zon\u00eb shum\u00eb e thell\u00eb e Veriut, por preferoj q\u00eb historin\u00eb time sot ta shkruaj n\u00eb gjuh\u00eb letrare sepse shkolla p\u00ebr t\u00eb cil\u00ebn kam mbaruar \u00ebsht\u00eb Gjuh\u00eb-Let\u00ebrsi. Un\u00eb jam vajza e madhe e familjes dhe, mbas meje kam edhe pes\u00eb motra t\u00eb tjera. Im at\u00eb […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":5967,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[95],"tags":[254],"class_list":["post-5966","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-rrefime-mekatesh","tag-histori-personale"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5966","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=5966"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5966\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/5967"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5966"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5966"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5966"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}