P\u00ebrsh\u00ebndetje lexues t\u00eb dashur t\u00eb gazet\u00ebs \u201cIntervista\u201d! Un\u00eb jam nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb 23 vje\u00e7are nga Kosova. Jeta ime nuk ka qen\u00eb aspak e thjesht\u00eb si nga ana personale, ashtu edhe nga ajo familjare. Familja ime p\u00ebrb\u00ebhet nga 5 persona. Mami im vuante prej vitesh nga nj\u00eb s\u00ebmundje e pash\u00ebrueshme dhe dita-dit\u00ebs ndihej m\u00eb e pafuqishme. Babai im \u00ebsht\u00eb intelektual dhe me pozit\u00eb. Kam dy v\u00ebllezer, nj\u00ebri q\u00eb ka mbaruar studimet p\u00ebr Arkitektur\u00eb dhe tjetri p\u00ebr Mjek\u00ebsi t\u00eb p\u00ebrgjithshme, t\u00eb dy m\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00ebdhenj se un\u00eb. V\u00ebllai i madh \u00ebsht\u00eb pak m\u00eb i ftoht\u00eb, nd\u00ebrsa v\u00ebllain e vog\u00ebl e kam patur gjithmon\u00eb pran\u00eb dhe kishim nj\u00eb marr\u00ebdh\u00ebnie mjaft t\u00eb mir\u00eb me nj\u00ebri-tjetrin, si shok\u00eb. Historia ime fillon n\u00eb koh\u00ebn kur un\u00eb isha n\u00eb gjimnaz, n\u00eb vitin e kat\u00ebrt, maturante. Isha nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb mjaft e thjesht\u00eb n\u00eb shkoll\u00eb, me m\u00ebsime isha shum\u00eb mir\u00eb dhe kisha nj\u00eb shoq\u00ebri t\u00eb nivelit tim. Gjithmon\u00eb pas m\u00ebsimit dilnim me shoq\u00ebrin\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb pir\u00eb di\u00e7ka dhe pastaj shkonim n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi. Ishte i nj\u00ebjti vend q\u00eb vizitonim \u00e7do dit\u00eb se aty ndiheshim m\u00eb rehat. Nj\u00eb dit\u00eb, ndryshe nga t\u00eb tjerat, syt\u00eb m\u00eb pan\u00eb nj\u00eb burr\u00eb mjaft simpatik t\u00eb ulur p\u00ebrball\u00eb meje, i veshur serioz dhe me mjaft shije, me nj\u00eb buz\u00ebqeshje tep\u00ebr t\u00eb ve\u00e7ant\u00eb. Syt\u00eb nuk po m\u00eb shqiteshin prej tij. V\u00ebrtet di\u00e7ka ndjeva kur pash\u00eb at\u00eb burr\u00eb t\u00eb panjohur. Isha 18 vje\u00e7e, nuk isha m\u00eb e vogel p\u00ebr t\u00eb kuptuar \u00e7\u2019ishte ajo q\u00eb ndjeva. T\u00eb nes\u00ebrmen, sa hyra n\u00eb lokal, p\u00ebrs\u00ebri tek i nj\u00ebjti vend rrinte ulur zot\u00ebria simpatik dhe nj\u00eb ndjenj\u00eb g\u00ebzimi mb\u00ebshtolli gjith\u00eb trupin tim. U ula dhe gjat\u00eb gjith\u00eb koh\u00ebs syt\u00eb e mi nuk po shk\u00ebputeshin nga portreti i tij, kishte q\u00ebndrim mjaft burr\u00ebror, sy me bisht, buz\u00ebqeshje q\u00eb m\u00eb b\u00ebnte t\u00eb dridhesha e t\u00ebra. P\u00ebr nj\u00eb moment syt\u00eb tan\u00eb u takuan dhe di\u00e7ka ndjeva, fillova t\u00eb besoja n\u00eb dashurin\u00eb me shikim t\u00eb par\u00eb. U ngrit\u00ebm dhe pas disa dit\u00ebsh, kur desha t\u00eb paguaja, kamerieri m\u00eb tha se ishte e paguar nga pronari i dyqanit p\u00ebrball\u00eb dhe drejtoi gishtin nga dyqani. Brenda ndodhej ai p\u00ebr t\u00eb cilin lutesha ta shihja \u00e7do dit\u00eb. U lumturova!
\nK\u00ebshtu kaluan koh\u00eb dhe nj\u00eb dit\u00eb u gjend\u00ebm t\u00eb dy n\u00eb nj\u00eb tavolin\u00eb. Isha e emocionuar ashtu po ai, filloi t\u00eb m\u00eb tregonte p\u00ebr veten. Ishte i madh n\u00eb mosh\u00eb, 38 vje\u00e7, ishte turk dhe kishte ardhur k\u00ebtu bashk\u00eb me bashk\u00ebshorten dhe dy djemt\u00eb e tij, p\u00ebr arsye biznesi. Filloi t\u00eb m\u00eb tregonte holl\u00ebsisht p\u00ebr jet\u00ebn e tij, sa un\u00eb ngela e shtangur. Kishte probleme prej vitesh me bashk\u00ebshorten, por pengesa e vetme p\u00ebr divorc ishin femij\u00ebt. Nj\u00ebri djal\u00eb ishte 15 vje\u00e7 dhe ishte n\u00eb gjimnazin ku une studioja, nd\u00ebrsa tjetri ishte i vog\u00ebl, 6 vje\u00e7. Pas disa koh\u00ebsh, u b\u00ebm\u00eb shok\u00eb me djalin e tij t\u00eb madh e po ashtu edhe me vet\u00eb zot\u00ebrin\u00eb simpatik. Ndjenjat i ruaja p\u00ebrbrenda, asnj\u00eb shenj\u00eb nuk dhash\u00eb derisa nj\u00eb dit\u00eb nuk munda m\u00eb dhe shkova te dyqani i tij. M\u00eb mir\u00ebpriti si p\u00ebrher\u00eb, me buz\u00ebqeshjen e tij q\u00eb ishte kthyer n\u00eb motivin e \u00ebndrrave t\u00eb mia. Dridhesha e t\u00ebra, mezi po nxirrja fjal\u00ebt, ama arrita t\u2019i thoja sa shum\u00eb e p\u00eblqeja dhe sa shum\u00eb ndjeja p\u00ebr t\u00eb. Ai mbeti i shtangur, nuk foli, u hutua dhe s\u2019po mundej ta besonte. Syt\u00eb filluan t\u2019i lotonin ashtu si edhe mua. U afrua, m\u00eb p\u00ebrqafoi dhe rrahjet e zemr\u00ebs s\u00eb tij i ndjeja fort n\u00eb kraharorin tim. M\u00eb tha t\u00eb shkoja t\u00eb qet\u00ebsohesha n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi dhe do t\u00eb flisnim p\u00ebrs\u00ebri t\u00eb nes\u00ebrmen. Erdhi e nes\u00ebrmja dhe ai m\u00eb sqaroi se d\u00ebshironte divorc tashm\u00eb, se asgj\u00eb nuk po ecte ashtu si\u00e7 duhej me jet\u00ebn e tij bashk\u00ebshortore. Divorci nuk vonoi dhe t\u00eb dy filluam nj\u00eb lidhje q\u00eb un\u00eb e kisha dashur me koh\u00eb. V\u00ebllai im e njihte, por nuk ishte n\u00eb dijeni t\u00eb lidhjes son\u00eb. Gruaja e tij u largua p\u00ebr n\u00eb Turqi dhe ky jetonte me dy djemt\u00eb n\u00eb nj\u00eb sht\u00ebpi jo larg nga sht\u00ebpia ime. Lidhja jon\u00eb po b\u00ebhej shum\u00eb serioze, aq sa t\u00eb dy donim q\u00eb t\u2019ia b\u00ebnim t\u00eb ditur familjes sime dhe mes nesh t\u00eb b\u00ebhej nj\u00eb lidhje zyrtare. Nj\u00eb dit\u00eb, i dashuri im tashm\u00eb, takoi v\u00ebllain tim t\u00eb vog\u00ebl p\u00ebr t\u00eb pir\u00eb di\u00e7ka dhe p\u00ebr t\u2019i treguar p\u00ebr lidhjen ton\u00eb, duke e ditur q\u00eb marr\u00ebdh\u00ebnia ime me t\u00eb ishte mjaft e af\u00ebrt. Kur v\u00ebllai im e mori vesh t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00ebn, nuk arriti ta besonte dhe nuk e pranoi. E gjith\u00eb familja e mori vesh p\u00ebr lidhjen time prej tij. Filluan t\u00eb m\u00eb k\u00ebrc\u00ebnonin dhe t\u00eb m\u00eb detyronin q\u00eb t\u00eb ndahesha, me mbyll\u00ebn n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi, brenda nj\u00eb dhome pa telefon, n\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00eb mos flisja me t\u00eb. Kaluan dit\u00eb nuk dija \u00e7\u2019po ndodhte me t\u00eb, m\u00eb kishte marr\u00eb malli ta takoja, e gjith\u00eb bota m\u00eb ishte kthyer p\u00ebrmbys. Mami ishte b\u00ebr\u00eb akoma m\u00eb keq dhe kjo m\u00eb dhimbte m\u00eb shum\u00eb, se kishte b\u00ebr\u00eb \u00e7do gj\u00eb p\u00ebr mua, q\u00eb vet\u00ebm un\u00eb t\u00eb ndihesha e lumtur dhe t\u00eb mos m\u00eb mungonte asgj\u00eb. Babai, pavar\u00ebsisht se duhet t\u00eb ishte shtylla e sht\u00ebpis\u00eb, kishte filluar t\u00eb b\u00ebhej shum\u00eb i ftoht\u00eb me ne, ishte lodhur me s\u00ebmundjen e mamit. Nj\u00eb dit\u00eb duke dal\u00eb nga puna e pash\u00eb n\u00eb makin\u00eb me kolegen e tij q\u00eb po putheshin dhe un\u00eb b\u00ebja sikur nuk dija asgj\u00eb. V\u00ebllez\u00ebrit m\u00eb shihnin me p\u00ebrbuzje. Po ndihesha v\u00ebrtet shum\u00eb keq dhe shum\u00eb bosh pa t\u00eb. Kaluan 3 dit\u00eb dhe un\u00eb po dilja se m\u00eb duhej t\u00eb shkoja n\u00eb shkoll\u00eb, ishta koha e provimeve t\u00eb matur\u00ebs. M\u00eb shoq\u00ebronte gjithmon\u00eb v\u00ebllai i vog\u00ebl p\u00ebr n\u00eb shkoll\u00eb, m\u00eb \u00e7onte dhe m\u00eb merrte ai. Humba kontaktet me t\u00eb dashurin tim, isha tep\u00ebr e m\u00ebrzitur dhe s\u2019dija si ta rigjeja.
\nKaluan 4 muaj derisa un\u00eb fillova studimet p\u00ebr Drejt\u00ebsi. Isha e lumtur q\u00eb fitova at\u00eb deg\u00eb, ishte dega e tij e preferuar, ndaj e kisha zgjedhur. Mungesa dita-dit\u00ebs m\u00eb b\u00ebnte t\u00eb vuaja akoma m\u00eb shum\u00eb. Krahas k\u00ebsaj dhimbjeje, mami ishte n\u00eb gjendje shum\u00eb t\u00eb r\u00ebnd\u00eb. Nj\u00eb dit\u00eb kur po shkoja n\u00eb fakultet, p\u00ebrpara der\u00ebs q\u00ebndronte ai p\u00ebr t\u00eb cilin qaja \u00e7do dit\u00eb. Ai q\u00eb me at\u00eb buz\u00ebqeshje m\u00eb b\u00ebnte t\u00eb lumturohesha, k\u00ebsaj here m\u00eb b\u00ebri t\u00eb qaja. Ishte dashuria ime… Ah, sa m\u00eb kishin munguar syt\u00eb e tij, edhe pse k\u00ebsaj here t\u00eb mbushur plot lot! Shtanga, nuk dija \u00e7\u2019t\u00eb b\u00ebja. Isha e d\u00ebrrmuar shpirt\u00ebrisht, por shkova dhe e p\u00ebrqafova. M\u00eb tregoi sa i kisha munguar edhe un\u00eb po ashtu. T\u00eb dy dridheshim dhe m\u00eb k\u00ebrkoi t\u00eb ikja me t\u00eb n\u00eb Turqi apo n\u00eb nj\u00eb vend ku t\u00eb doja un\u00eb, mjftonte t\u00eb ishim t\u00eb dy bashk\u00eb. Ula kok\u00ebn dhe i thash\u00eb se gj\u00ebrat nuk ishin m\u00eb si m\u00eb par\u00eb. I tregova q\u00eb mamaja ime ishte shum\u00eb e s\u00ebmur\u00eb dhe duhej te q\u00ebndroja pran\u00eb saj. Ai u largua p\u00ebr n\u00eb Turqi, m\u00eb tha se do t\u00eb m\u00eb priste, por mua m\u00eb dukej e pabesueshme. Mamaja m\u00eb vdiq at\u00eb vit… sa vuajta p\u00ebr munges\u00ebn e saj! Nuk mund t\u00eb q\u00ebndroja e fort\u00eb. Babai mori kolegen n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi, p\u00ebr t\u00eb jetuar me ne. V\u00ebllai i madh iku jasht\u00eb vendit p\u00ebr t\u00eb punuar, nd\u00ebrsa un\u00eb dhe v\u00ebllai i vog\u00ebl shihnim se si kolegia e babait k\u00ebrkonte t\u00eb z\u00ebvend\u00ebsonte n\u00ebn\u00ebn ton\u00eb. Mbarova studimet dhe telefonatat e mia me dashurin\u00eb time s\u2019ishin nd\u00ebrprer\u00eb asnj\u00ebher\u00eb. Vendosa t\u00eb jetoja bashk\u00eb me t\u00eb, jo n\u00eb Turqi, por n\u00eb vendin tim t\u00eb lindjes. Kemi nj\u00eb vit q\u00eb jetojm\u00eb n\u00eb Prizren, n\u00eb qytetin ton\u00eb t\u00eb dashuris\u00eb. F\u00ebmij\u00ebt e burrit tim jetojn\u00eb me vjehrr\u00ebn time, n\u00eb Turqi, p\u00ebr shkak t\u00eb studimeve. V\u00ebllai i vog\u00ebl ka shkuar t\u00eb punoj\u00eb te biznesi i v\u00ebllait t\u00eb madh dhe t\u00eb dy jan\u00eb fejuar. Jetojm\u00eb t\u00eb lumtur, pavar\u00ebsisht se me babain nuk i kam mir\u00eb marr\u00ebdh\u00ebniet dhe pavar\u00ebsisht se munges\u00ebn e mamit s\u2019mund ta zbehin as dit\u00ebt, as vitet…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
P\u00ebrsh\u00ebndetje lexues t\u00eb dashur t\u00eb gazet\u00ebs \u201cIntervista\u201d! Un\u00eb jam nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb 23 vje\u00e7are nga Kosova. Jeta ime nuk ka qen\u00eb aspak e thjesht\u00eb si nga ana personale, ashtu edhe nga ajo familjare. Familja ime p\u00ebrb\u00ebhet nga 5 persona. Mami im vuante prej vitesh nga nj\u00eb s\u00ebmundje e pash\u00ebrueshme dhe dita-dit\u00ebs ndihej m\u00eb e pafuqishme. Babai […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":6312,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[94],"tags":[254],"class_list":["post-6601","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-histori-nga-jeta","tag-histori-personale"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6601","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=6601"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6601\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/6312"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6601"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6601"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6601"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}