P\u00ebrsh\u00ebndetje redaksia e gazet\u00ebs \u201cIntervista\u201d!<\/p>\n
Un\u00eb q\u00eb po ju shkruaj jam nj\u00eb grua me pseudonimin Ela. Banoj n\u00eb nj\u00eb qytet t\u00eb Shqip\u00ebris\u00eb s\u00eb Mesme dhe po ju shkruaj sepse mendoj se kam b\u00ebr\u00eb nj\u00eb m\u00ebkat, por gabimet jan\u00eb njer\u00ebzore, prandaj un\u00eb pres q\u00eb ju t\u00eb m\u00eb kuptoni e t\u00eb m\u00eb falni…
\nKam qen\u00eb e martuar me nj\u00eb djal\u00eb q\u00eb e njoha q\u00eb n\u00eb shkoll\u00eb t\u00eb mesme. Ai donte q\u00eb t\u00eb martoheshim, ndaj edhe erdhi n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi q\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00eb k\u00ebrkonte dor\u00ebn, por familja dhe shoqet m\u00eb k\u00ebshilluan q\u00eb t\u00eb mos nxitohesha se isha akoma e vog\u00ebl. Mendimi i tyre p\u00ebr t\u00eb ndenjur nj\u00eb dy vjet e fejuar m\u00eb p\u00eblqente, por gjithsesi un\u00eb vendosa t\u00eb martohesha. Ai djal\u00eb m\u00eb p\u00eblqente shum\u00eb kur vinte n\u00eb shkoll\u00eb e m\u00eb afrohej me takt p\u00ebr t\u00eb m\u00eb th\u00ebn\u00eb me p\u00ebrk\u00ebdheli:
\n\u201cPo ku je o ylli im q\u00eb m\u00eb ndri\u00e7on nat\u00ebn dhe m\u00eb humbet dit\u00ebn?!\u201d
\nM\u00eb thoshte gjithnj\u00eb q\u00eb \u00e7do nat\u00eb q\u00eb binte t\u00eb flinte, imagjinonte sikur m\u00eb kishte pran\u00eb dhe donte q\u00eb \u00ebndrra e tij t\u00eb realizohej sa m\u00eb shpejt. Edhe un\u00eb nga ana tjet\u00ebr doja q\u00eb s\u00eb bashku t\u00eb krijonim nj\u00eb famije dhe ta ruanim at\u00eb me gjith\u00eb forc\u00ebn dhe dashurin\u00eb ton\u00eb. Jam rritur n\u00eb nj\u00eb familje me tradita e kemi qen\u00eb gjithnj\u00eb t\u00eb bashkuar, megjith\u00ebse kemi patur ca probleme me babain, q\u00eb gjith\u00eb jet\u00ebs ka qen\u00eb alkoolist. Kur isha e vog\u00ebl mbaj mend q\u00eb kur vinte babai i pir\u00eb futesha n\u00eb dhom\u00ebn time, qaja dhe lutesha q\u00eb sa t\u00eb rritesha ca, t\u00eb martohesha diku larg p\u00ebr t\u00eb mos e par\u00eb m\u00eb at\u00eb njeri, por me kalimin e koh\u00ebs u m\u00ebsova me t\u00eb. Erdhi nj\u00eb moment kur e pranova se ky ishte realiteti im dhe se familja jon\u00eb thjesht kishte problemet e veta, si \u00e7do familje tjet\u00ebr normale.
\nKur u njoha me \u00c7imin p\u00ebrjetova dashurin\u00eb e par\u00eb. Ai sapo kishte ardhur nga Zvicra dhe kishte hapur nj\u00eb lokal t\u00eb tijin. Biznesi po i ecte shum\u00eb mir\u00eb dhe kishte vendosur q\u00eb t\u00eb krijonte familje, kurse un\u00eb isha marrosur pas tij…
\nU fejuam e u martuam shum\u00eb shpejt n\u00eb nj\u00eb ceremoni madh\u00ebshtore ku thirr\u00ebm gjith\u00eb farefisin, nga ishin e nga s\u2019ishin. Dita kur u lidha zyrtarisht me t\u00eb ka qen\u00eb m\u00eb e lumtura e jet\u00ebs sime, ashtu si\u00e7 ka qen\u00eb dita m\u00eb e keqe, ajo kur u ndam\u00eb. Arsyen e k\u00ebsaj po e tregoj m\u00eb posht\u00eb…
\nPrej asaj martese t\u00eb lidhur at\u00eb dit\u00eb shtatori lindi nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb q\u00eb ne e quajt\u00ebm Marsela. Jeta jon\u00eb rridhte normalisht deri nj\u00eb dit\u00eb kur un\u00eb pash\u00eb an\u00ebn tjet\u00ebr t\u00eb karakterit t\u00eb bashk\u00ebshortit tim. Nj\u00eb dit\u00eb \u00c7imi u kthye nga puna duke shfryr\u00eb. Mendova se kishte probleme me biznesin dhe v\u00ebrtet k\u00ebshtu ishte. U mundova ta qet\u00ebsoja duke i th\u00ebn\u00eb:
\n\u201cTani, bizneset k\u00ebshtu e kan\u00eb, nj\u00ebher\u00eb do ecin mir\u00eb, nj\u00ebher\u00eb s\u2019do ecin!\u201d
\nAi, shum\u00eb i nevrikosur m\u00eb tha q\u00eb koh\u00ebt e fundit kishte pasur humbje t\u00eb m\u00ebdha.
\nU mundova ta qet\u00ebsoja p\u00ebrs\u00ebri, por ai m\u00eb shtyu fort tutje dhe m\u00eb ul\u00ebriti:
\n\u201cIk o grua andej, ku merr vesh ti nga k\u00ebto gj\u00ebra! Ik e rrit \u00c7el\u00ebn ti, se vet\u00ebm at\u00eb pun\u00eb di t\u00eb b\u00ebsh! Me k\u00ebto gj\u00ebra merrem vet\u00eb. Nuk t\u00eb k\u00ebrkova ndihm\u00eb!\u201d
\nU frik\u00ebsova sepse nuk e kisha par\u00eb asnj\u00ebher\u00eb aq t\u00eb xhindosur. Mendova se ai po kalonte nj\u00eb stres t\u00eb madh dhe u betova se do t\u00eb kujdesesha p\u00ebr t\u00eb m\u00eb shum\u00eb se kurr\u00eb se \u00e7\u2019nuk po d\u00ebgjojm\u00eb… Lloj-lloj historirash dhe s\u00ebmundjesh kalojn\u00eb njer\u00ebzit kur jan\u00eb t\u00eb stresuar!
\nPra, tashm\u00eb p\u00ebrve\u00e7se rrisja f\u00ebmij\u00ebn tim 1 vje\u00e7ar, b\u00ebhesha copash q\u00eb si e si ta b\u00ebja tim shoq t\u00eb harronte problemet e veta, por \u00e7do p\u00ebrpjekje e imja qe e kot\u00eb sepse ai kalonte thuajse gjith\u00eb dit\u00ebn n\u00eb pun\u00eb dhe n\u00eb dark\u00eb, kur vinte n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi, nuk i flitej. Raportet tona pak nga pak filluan t\u00eb ndryshonin. Ai nuk ishte m\u00eb si m\u00eb par\u00eb dhe me vajz\u00ebn nuk kishte koh\u00eb t\u00eb merrej fare. Ajo e k\u00ebrkonte shpesh se ishte shum\u00eb e lidhur me t\u00eb, por babi nuk ishte asnj\u00ebher\u00eb n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi, as fundjavave, q\u00eb ne zakonisht i kalonim jasht\u00eb qytetit.
\nDit\u00ebn kur i erdhi urdh\u00ebri q\u00eb t\u00eb shembte lokalin \u201c\u00e7menduria e tij\u201d arriti kulmin. Filloi t\u00eb pinte dhe kur vinte n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi donte vet\u00ebm sherr. P\u00ebrve\u00e7se tashm\u00eb kisha t\u00eb b\u00ebja me nj\u00eb burr\u00eb t\u00eb alkoolizuar, q\u00eb i ngjante aq shum\u00eb tim eti… m\u00eb duhej t\u00eb duroja edhe faktin q\u00eb ai nisi t\u00eb vinte dor\u00eb mbi mua.
\nKam mbajtur n\u00eb kurriz p\u00ebrve\u00e7se problemet financiare q\u00eb na ran\u00eb mbi kok\u00eb pasi na shemb\u00ebn lokalin, edhe karakterin e eg\u00ebr q\u00eb doli n\u00eb pah tek ai njeri q\u00eb deri pak koh\u00eb m\u00eb par\u00eb kishte qen\u00eb krejt tjet\u00ebr.
\nErdhi nj\u00eb pik\u00eb kur nuk durova dot m\u00eb dhe vajta te mamaja. I thash\u00eb asaj q\u00eb m\u00eb duhej t\u2019i jepja fund martes\u00ebs sime q\u00eb ishte shnd\u00ebrruar n\u00eb nj\u00eb makth t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb. Ajo m\u00eb k\u00ebshilloi q\u00eb t\u00eb mos nxitohesha (edhe pse m\u00eb shihte t\u00eb nxirat n\u00eb trup nga e rrahura) dhe t\u00eb mendohesha mir\u00eb sepse kishte frik\u00ebn e opinionit, por p\u00ebr mua ajo ishte gj\u00ebja e fundit q\u00eb kishte r\u00ebnd\u00ebsi.
\nK\u00ebshtu, nj\u00eb dit\u00eb i k\u00ebrkova tim shoqi divorcin. Ai ma dha pas disa muajsh sepse m\u00eb lutej q\u00eb t\u00eb kthehesha prap\u00eb me t\u00eb. Nj\u00eb her\u00eb u tundova nga lutjet e tij dhe u ktheva, por ishte e kot\u00eb. Ai ishte i nj\u00ebjti. P\u00ebrfundimisht, shkova t\u00eb jetoja bashk\u00eb me vajz\u00ebn time te mamaja.
\nTani q\u00eb kan\u00eb kaluar disa muaj nga ndarja jon\u00eb, jam penduar p\u00ebr vendimin q\u00eb mora. Mendoj se kam b\u00ebr\u00eb nj\u00eb m\u00ebkat shum\u00eb t\u00eb madh q\u00eb kam braktisur \u00c7imin n\u00eb nj\u00eb periudh\u00eb t\u00eb till\u00eb delikate p\u00ebr t\u00eb dhe aq m\u00eb tep\u00ebr, q\u00eb e kam larguar nga vajza t\u00eb cil\u00ebn ai e donte aq shum\u00eb, nd\u00ebrsa tani e sheh shum\u00eb rrall\u00eb. Mendoj ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb se m\u00eb e mira p\u00ebr ne t\u00eb tre \u00ebsht\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00eb kthehemi p\u00ebrs\u00ebri bashk\u00eb dhe ta ndihmojm\u00eb nj\u00ebri-tjetrin n\u00eb momente t\u00eb mira dhe t\u00eb v\u00ebshtira, derisa vdekja t\u00eb na ndaj\u00eb, por nuk kam guximin p\u00ebr ta b\u00ebr\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb…<\/p>\n
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P\u00ebrsh\u00ebndetje redaksia e gazet\u00ebs \u201cIntervista\u201d! Un\u00eb q\u00eb po ju shkruaj jam nj\u00eb grua me pseudonimin Ela. Banoj n\u00eb nj\u00eb qytet t\u00eb Shqip\u00ebris\u00eb s\u00eb Mesme dhe po ju shkruaj sepse mendoj se kam b\u00ebr\u00eb nj\u00eb m\u00ebkat, por gabimet jan\u00eb njer\u00ebzore, prandaj un\u00eb pres q\u00eb ju t\u00eb m\u00eb kuptoni e t\u00eb m\u00eb falni… Kam qen\u00eb e martuar […]<\/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":[332],"class_list":["post-6419","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-rrefime-mekatesh","tag-rrefime-mekataresh"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6419","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=6419"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6419\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6419"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6419"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6419"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}