{"id":33113,"date":"2018-09-22T17:10:44","date_gmt":"2018-09-22T15:10:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.fjala.info\/?p=33113"},"modified":"2018-09-22T17:10:44","modified_gmt":"2018-09-22T15:10:44","slug":"dreke-me-koran","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/jehonashqiptare.al\/fjala\/dreke-me-koran\/","title":{"rendered":"DREK\u00cb ME KORAN"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>ROLAND GJOZA<\/strong><\/p>\n<ul>\n<li><em>tregim<\/em><\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<p>Ishim ndar\u00eb thuajse p\u00ebrfundimisht. Ajo kishte qen\u00eb mikesha ime e or\u00ebve m\u00eb t\u00eb bukura. Dhjet\u00eb vjet pa u par\u00eb. Un\u00eb larg n\u00eb nj\u00eb qytet t\u00eb per\u00ebndimit, ajo n\u00eb Shqip\u00ebri, me nj\u00eb pun\u00eb t\u00eb mir\u00eb, shum\u00eb prona, nj\u00eb burr\u00eb t\u00eb fis\u00ebm, me em\u00ebr. Kishte nj\u00eb djal\u00eb dhe nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb. T\u00eb martuar, me f\u00ebmij\u00eb.<\/p>\n<p>Tani m\u00eb \u00e7onte dy mesazhe trondit\u00ebs n\u00eb Facebook q\u00eb m\u00eb lan\u00eb pa gjum\u00eb. O zot, si mund ta nd\u00ebshkosh njeriun t\u00ebnd kaq r\u00ebnd\u00eb. Dhe m\u00eb erdhi t\u00eb kujtoj at\u00eb shprehjen time, kur binte fjala p\u00ebr f\u00ebmij\u00ebt: Dua t\u00eb jen\u00eb mir\u00eb me sh\u00ebndet. Kaq. Sa pak, d\u00ebgjoja p\u00ebrgjigjen e tjetrit, q\u00eb s\u2019m\u00eb tundonte aspak p\u00ebr t\u2019iu shpjeguar nj\u00ebfar\u00ebsoj.<\/p>\n<p>Melania, k\u00ebshtu e quanin mikesh\u00ebn time, sapo mb\u00ebrrit\u00ebm n\u00eb qytetin e \u00ebmb\u00ebl lirik me liqen dhe male me d\u00ebbor\u00eb, m\u00eb kishte p\u00ebshp\u00ebritur: T\u00eb lutem mos m\u00eb trokit sonte! E quajm\u00eb nj\u00eb trill timin, nj\u00eb marr\u00ebzi at\u00eb q\u00eb ndodhi, t\u00eb lutem&#8230; Po syri i madh me nj\u00eb grim\u00eb lot vezullues q\u00eb i shkiste papritur n\u00eb moll\u00ebzat mongole, sikur m\u00eb tundonte me nj\u00eb kumt t\u00eb fsheht\u00eb&#8230; Gjithmon\u00eb zinte dhom\u00eb teke kur ishim bashk\u00eb me sh\u00ebrbim dhe un\u00eb i trokisja nat\u00ebn: Melani, jam un\u00eb&#8230; Po dera ishte e hapur dhe un\u00eb hyja. Do m\u00eb marr\u00ebsh m\u00eb qaf\u00eb, p\u00ebshp\u00ebriste dhe m\u00eb b\u00ebnte vend n\u00eb shtrat, oh, q\u00eb s\u2019u njoh\u00ebm kur ishim t\u00eb rinj, po kaq von\u00eb&#8230; Kam dy f\u00ebmij\u00eb t\u00eb rritur dhe s\u2019\u00ebsht\u00eb aspak e hijshme&#8230; M\u00eb jepej menj\u00ebher\u00eb dhe dridhej n\u00eb krah\u00ebt e mi, krejt e pafuqishme p\u00ebr t\u00eb m\u00eb kund\u00ebrshtuar. M\u00eb kafshonte buz\u00ebt dhe me p\u00ebshp\u00ebriste: Ti duhet t\u00eb ishe imi&#8230; imi&#8230; o, \u00e7\u2019zgjedhje t\u00eb gabuara q\u00eb b\u00ebjm\u00eb dhe t\u00ebr\u00eb jet\u00ebn luajm\u00eb komedi&#8230; shpirt, mos m\u00eb braktis&#8230; Po ti m\u00eb thua, m\u00eb harro, ia ktheja un\u00eb. T\u00eb them ashtu nga frika. Kam shum\u00eb frik\u00eb. Po t\u00eb merret vesh, f\u00ebmij\u00ebt, t\u00eb par\u00ebt, s\u2019do t\u00eb ma falnin.<br \/>\nB\u00ebnim dashuri deri n\u00eb m\u00ebngjes dhe ajo ishte e mrekullueshme n\u00eb shtrat. I dashur, duhet t\u00eb dalim n\u00eb m\u00ebngjes her\u00ebt n\u00eb breg t\u00eb liqenit t\u00eb presim peshkatar\u00ebt e koranit&#8230; N\u00eb m\u00ebngjes, para se t\u00eb dilnim, ashtu t\u00eb p\u00ebrqafuar n\u00eb drit\u00ebn e mekur t\u00eb agut, m\u00eb kafshonte maj\u00ebn e veshit dhe me p\u00ebshp\u00ebriste: Edhe nj\u00ebher\u00eb, para se t\u00eb dalim&#8230; m\u00eb duket sikur s\u2019do ta b\u00ebjm\u00eb m\u00eb kurr\u00eb, sikur nj\u00eb rrethan\u00eb do t\u00eb na ndaj\u00eb p\u00ebrgjithmon\u00eb&#8230; Dhe t\u00eb mendosh se un\u00eb isha pes\u00ebdhjet\u00eb e dy dhe ajo dyzetetet\u00eb, t\u00eb ndezur t\u00eb dy rrejsh\u00ebm m\u00eb tep\u00ebr prej mosh\u00ebs q\u00eb po na per\u00ebndonte, s\u2019na kishin hije shum\u00eb gjera, po ne b\u00ebnim sikur s\u2019i vinim re. Shpirt, dalim tani&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Zbrit\u00ebm posht\u00eb dhe q\u00ebndruam n\u00eb breg. Larg nesh n\u00eb vij\u00ebn e fundit t\u00eb liqenit n\u00eb at\u00eb blu t\u00eb err\u00ebt, kundruall malit me d\u00ebbor\u00eb, q\u00eb shkelqente me nj\u00eb drit\u00eb t\u00eb marrt\u00eb, dukeshin barkat e peshkatar\u00ebve t\u00eb koranit. Frynte akulion, kredharaku l\u00ebshonte vaj t\u00eb theksh\u00ebm, llapashitej lopata n\u00eb uj\u00eb, vejevinin tinguj t\u00eb \u00e7uditsh\u00ebm dhe ajo kthente kok\u00ebn nga un\u00eb dhe m\u00eb shikonte me nj\u00eb mall t\u00eb eg\u00ebr&#8230; Ah, ti s\u2019di gj\u00eb, sikur m\u00eb thoshte me at\u00eb syrin e saj t\u00eb madh. S\u2019t\u00eb kam treguar gj\u00eb, po&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Larg dukeshin dy barkat e para q\u00eb po afroheshin, ajo b\u00ebri disa hapa drejt bregut.<br \/>\nDy peshkatar\u00eb t\u00eb p\u00ebrgjumur, shp\u00ebrfill\u00ebs, me sy t\u00eb buhavitur, me mjek\u00ebr e mustaqe t\u00eb m\u00ebdha, ndaluan te k\u00ebmb\u00ebt e saj. N\u00eb sheshin e bark\u00ebs dergjeshin nja dymb\u00ebdhjet\u00eb koran\u00eb mbi nj\u00ebkil\u00ebsh, ndonj\u00ebri p\u00ebrp\u00eblitej ende me goj\u00ebn e hapur, n\u00eb hjek\u00eb.<br \/>\nMelania ishte grua e bukur, me spikame t\u00eb vijave sensuale, q\u00eb t\u00eb ndillnin. Nj\u00ebri nga peshkatar\u00ebt e vuri re, ia kaloi shikimin e p\u00ebrgjumur nga gjoksi i bujsh\u00ebm te kofsh\u00ebt e k\u00ebrcyera p\u00ebrplot epsh ngash\u00ebnjyes.<\/p>\n<p>Mir\u00ebm\u00ebngjesi, tha ajo, kam dy dit\u00eb q\u00eb ju pres&#8230; Ju lutem, m\u00eb ndihmoni, m\u00eb duhen nja kat\u00ebr kile koran&#8230; Ata nuk ia var\u00ebn, nxor\u00ebn bark\u00ebn n\u00eb kum dhe i peshuan kuzhinier\u00ebve t\u00eb hoteleve dhe restoranteve, q\u00eb erdh\u00ebn menj\u00ebher\u00eb me nj\u00eb frym\u00eb: koran, belushk, lekl me nj\u00eb \u00e7mim t\u00eb kripur. S\u2019kishte m\u00eb peshk n\u00eb shesh, vet\u00ebm peshorja ende luhatej n\u00ebn er\u00ebn q\u00eb u b\u00eb si e t\u00ebrbuar. Ah, q\u00eb s\u2019kam fat! tha Melania. Po sot m\u00eb duhen patjet\u00ebr nja kat\u00ebr kile koran. Jam gati ta blej sa t\u00eb m\u00eb k\u00ebrkoni pa b\u00ebr\u00eb fare pazar. Zonj\u00eb, i tha ai q\u00eb i kishte hedhur at\u00eb shikimin prej burri sevdalli, kemi dhe p\u00ebr ty&#8230; koranin q\u00eb gatuajm\u00eb p\u00ebr vete&#8230; Kemi nj\u00eb jav\u00eb atje, zonj\u00eb, p\u00ebr k\u00ebt\u00eb peshk t\u00eb bekuar&#8230; po ia vlen&#8230; I mb\u00ebshtolli me gazet\u00eb pes\u00eb a gjasht\u00eb koran\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00ebdhenj dhe ia zgjati pa ia peshuar. Sa kushton? pyeti Melania. Jepni sa t\u00eb doni, zonj\u00eb, edhe po s\u2019pat\u00ebt, s\u2019ka gj\u00eb, se s\u2019humbasim ndonj\u00eb gj\u00eb t\u00eb madhe&#8230; Ju jeni mjeke e d\u00ebgjuar, keni ardhur p\u00ebr difteritin&#8230; a e dini se n\u00eb spitalin ku sh\u00ebrbyet kaq dit\u00eb ishte shtruar dhe vajza ime? Ajo s\u2019ju heq nga goja&#8230; Po sikur t\u00eb mos me jap\u00ebsh asgj\u00eb? E l\u00ebm\u00eb k\u00ebshtu? Nuk dua para, e \u00e7\u2019do t\u00eb m\u00eb b\u00ebjn\u00eb mua ato? I prish menj\u00ebher\u00eb, shkoj e pi&#8230; Shko zonj\u00eb e i ngr\u00ebn\u00e7 g\u00ebzuar me nj\u00eb ver\u00eb t\u00eb mir\u00eb buti! Dhe i ktheu kurrizin. Pastaj iku, pa e pritur tjetrin. Kishte nj\u00eb jav\u00eb n\u00eb liqen dhe po kthehej pa nj\u00eb kacidhe dhe pa nj\u00eb koran n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi. Melania b\u00ebri hapa ta ndiqte, po peshkatari tjet\u00ebr e ndaloi: Mos, zonj\u00eb, se ai nuk kthen mendje&#8230; At\u00eb koh\u00eb ra zilja e celularit t\u00eb saj dhe Melania futi menj\u00ebher\u00eb dor\u00ebn n\u00eb xhep, e nxori at\u00eb me t\u00eb shpejt\u00eb dhe e vuri menj\u00ebher\u00eb n\u00eb vesh. Alo, shpirt i mamit, Valbona, ku je, nga po m\u00eb merr&#8230; Kaq d\u00ebgjova, u struka n\u00ebn streh\u00ebn e nj\u00eb kioske dhe e prita. Fytyra iu gjall\u00ebrua, qeshte, fshinte lot\u00ebt me nj\u00eb mekje q\u00eb i shkonte, trishtohej e pik\u00ebllohej fare befasish\u00ebm aq sa t\u00eb dhimbsej v\u00ebrtet, lutej e p\u00ebrgj\u00ebrohej e m\u00eb n\u00eb fund e mbylli celularin me nj\u00eb mbres\u00eb k\u00ebnaq\u00ebsie t\u00eb ngrir\u00eb. Di\u00e7ka nuk shkonte, ose ashtu m\u00eb dukej mua&#8230; M\u00eb b\u00ebri shenj\u00eb q\u00eb ta ndiqja dhe nxitoi hapat. Kishte nj\u00eb xhaketin\u00eb me vata q\u00eb ia tregonte shpatullat t\u00eb gjera, e cila i rrinte puthitur pas gjoksit, shpin\u00ebs pet\u00eb dhe belit, k\u00ebllqet dhe kofsh\u00ebt e saj t\u00eb shkat\u00ebrronin, pantallonat xhins, tejet t\u00eb ngushta, ia nxirrnin me spikam\u00eb format e tyre tunduese, le t\u00eb kisha b\u00ebr\u00eb seks me t\u00eb t\u00ebr\u00eb nat\u00ebn dhe n\u00eb m\u00ebngjes her\u00ebt, ai ndezullim i beft\u00eb i epshit q\u00eb t\u00eb kaplonte vrullsh\u00ebm dhe ajo trullosje lektis\u00ebse, e fort\u00eb, d\u00ebshira e shthurur p\u00ebr t\u00eb b\u00ebr\u00eb dashuri, m\u00eb b\u00ebnin s\u00ebrish rob t\u00eb saj. Ashtu kishte filluar, atje te pavijoni i kardiologjis\u00eb kur kishte sjell\u00eb Bebin, t\u00eb shoqin, nj\u00eb burr\u00eb simpatik q\u00eb duhej t\u2019i n\u00ebnshtrohej nj\u00eb operacioni. Ishte nj\u00eb f\u00ebrkim q\u00eb ndodhi rast\u00ebsisht, po q\u00eb na b\u00ebri t\u00eb rinjiheshim. Ishim par\u00eb n\u00ebp\u00ebr spital, po nuk kishim pasur rast t\u00eb njiheshim. Ishte nj\u00eb f\u00ebrkim brutal, si\u00e7 ndodh r\u00ebndom, kur pengohesh n\u00eb nj\u00eb vend t\u00eb ngusht\u00eb dhe ajo me nguli ato syt\u00eb e m\u00ebdhenj me nj\u00eb eg\u00ebrsim t\u00eb pavet\u00ebdijsh\u00ebm, po nuk u t\u00ebrhoq, ashtu mbeti, gati e shembur n\u00eb krah\u00ebt e m\u2019i, u zbut menj\u00ebher\u00eb, qeshi z\u00ebsh\u00ebm me nj\u00eb sensualitet \u00e7mend\u00ebs dhe m\u00eb p\u00ebshp\u00ebriti: M\u00eb jepni fjal\u00ebn, doktor se operacioni do t\u00eb dal\u00eb me sukses? 99 p\u00ebr qind, i thash\u00eb. Kush \u00ebsht\u00eb ai 1 p\u00ebrqind\u00ebshi q\u00eb s\u2019ju bindet? m\u00eb pyeti. Ju! iu p\u00ebrgjigja dhe isha gati ta rr\u00ebmbeja n\u00eb krah\u00eb, aq shum\u00eb dalldisa pas bukuris\u00eb s\u00eb saj. Ajo shtangu nga p\u00ebrgjigjja ime, nuk e priste q\u00eb un\u00eb t\u2019ia thosha kaq hapur. E b\u00ebra vet\u00eb operacionin dhe fytyra e saj, ajo arom\u00eb e gruas q\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb e ve\u00e7ant\u00eb te secila, dep\u00ebrtonte dhe aty n\u00eb at\u00eb bat\u00ebrdi gjaku, mishrash t\u00eb hapur, barnash, frym\u00ebsh, djerse, m\u00eb kapnin her\u00eb-her\u00eb dridhma, nj\u00eb rr\u00ebqethje fund e maj\u00eb si ethe me shkaktonte nj\u00eb ndjesi venitjeje, humbjeje, shp\u00ebrndarjeje n\u00ebp\u00ebr et\u00ebr, gati po rraskapitesha nga nj\u00eb mendim i ngul\u00ebt, i \u00e7uditsh\u00ebm, doja ta shtija n\u00eb dor\u00eb, ta b\u00ebja me at\u00eb fem\u00ebr. Kjo m\u2019u kthye n\u00eb fiksion. E nj\u00ebjta gj\u00eb kishte ndodhur dhe me t\u00eb, k\u00ebt\u00eb e kuptova kur e ftova t\u00eb b\u00ebnim bashk\u00eb nj\u00eb sh\u00ebrbim jasht\u00eb dhe ajo nuk kund\u00ebrshtoi. Atje, n\u00eb nj\u00eb qytet nordik, me m\u00ebngjese me mjegull dhe lule, m\u2019u dha menj\u00ebher\u00eb q\u00eb nat\u00ebn e par\u00eb dhe gjithmon\u00eb ishte e gatshme kur i shqiptoja ndonj\u00eb d\u00ebshir\u00eb, p\u00ebr t\u00eb b\u00ebr\u00eb at\u00eb q\u00eb doja un\u00eb, edhe p\u00ebr t\u00eb pir\u00eb, edhe p\u00ebr t\u00eb vall\u00ebzuar, edhe p\u00ebr t\u00eb bredhur nat\u00ebn. Ishte nj\u00eb dashuri e \u00e7mendur. Kishim gjetur nj\u00ebri-tjetrin, si\u00e7 thon\u00eb. Nuk u ndam\u00eb m\u00eb. Po ama t\u00eb dy ishim t\u00eb martuar dhe me f\u00ebmij\u00eb. Asnj\u00ebher\u00eb nuk b\u00ebm\u00eb biseda t\u00eb r\u00ebnda, kurr\u00eb nuk e p\u00ebrmend\u00ebm ndarjen, ikjen diku, fillimin e nj\u00eb jete t\u00eb re, sepse ajo i donte shum\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00ebt, marr\u00ebzisht, nuk mund t\u00eb ndahej nga Bebi, q\u00eb i b\u00ebnte gjith\u00eb ato pun\u00eb dhe ia kishte leht\u00ebsuar barr\u00ebn e jet\u00ebs, q\u00eb e linte t\u00eb lir\u00eb, e dukej i k\u00ebnaqur q\u00eb i mjaftonte aq sa i mbetej. Po f\u00ebmij\u00ebt ishin obsesioni i saj: nj\u00eb dhimbje e v\u00ebrtet\u00eb, i donte me vuajtje, me \u00e7ik\u00ebrrima q\u00eb ia zinin frym\u00ebn. Valbona ra menj\u00ebher\u00eb n\u00eb dashuri me Fordin n\u00eb Amerik\u00eb dhe as i shkon mendja t\u00eb ket\u00eb nj\u00eb dashnor. Volpi, djali, \u00ebsht\u00eb i tmerrsh\u00ebm, i pangopur me femra. Po nuk ia kam frik\u00ebn. Ka nj\u00eb grua shum\u00eb t\u00eb bukur, apo jo, Ardi, Belind\u00ebn me nam. Po Valbon\u00ebn e mora m\u00eb qaf\u00eb, k\u00ebshtu m\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb mbushur mendja, e \u00e7ova n\u00eb Amerik\u00eb kur s\u2019i kishte mbushur t\u00eb kat\u00ebrmb\u00ebdhjetat, pastaj vazhdoi n\u00eb Prinston p\u00ebr shkencat, master, PHD, gjeti nj\u00eb vend pune me 200 mij\u00eb dollar\u00eb n\u00eb vit, takoi Fordin dhe ra n\u00eb dashuri me t\u00eb, ai b\u00ebnte \u00e7\u2019i thoshte ajo, po un\u00eb e doja vajz\u00ebn k\u00ebtu, ia mbusha mendjen dhe ajo erdhi, zuri nj\u00eb pun\u00eb me 10 mij\u00eb n\u00eb vit, nj\u00eb apartament pa drita, pa uj\u00eb, me vjeh\u00ebrr e vjeh\u00ebrr n\u00ebp\u00ebr k\u00ebmb\u00eb, me shum\u00eb privacione banale, aq sa u m\u00ebrzit dhe m\u00eb thoshte shpesh: Mami, dua t\u00eb kthehem, s\u2019e p\u00ebrballoj dot k\u00ebt\u00eb jet\u00eb&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>K\u00ebto m\u2019i p\u00ebrs\u00ebriste shpesh. Pastaj m\u00eb fliste p\u00ebr t\u00eb vegjlit, t\u00eb cil\u00ebve u kushtohej me nj\u00eb p\u00ebrkujdesje t\u00eb s\u00ebmur\u00eb. Me gjith\u00eb k\u00ebto halle, ajo kishte mbetur krejt fem\u00ebr, pa nj\u00eb cen, nj\u00eb seks trondit\u00ebs me nj\u00eb bukuri t\u00eb pjekur, pa freskin\u00eb e mosh\u00ebs, po me fsheht\u00ebsin\u00eb e p\u00ebrvojave t\u00eb rrezikshme, q\u00eb me shum\u00eb t\u00eb ngash\u00ebnjejn\u00eb. E mbante vet\u00ebn, kishte shije t\u00eb holl\u00eb p\u00ebr veshjet, b\u00ebnte kujdes me ushqimin p\u00ebr t\u00eb ruajtur linjat seksapile. Sa her\u00eb rrinim bashk\u00eb, ajo b\u00ebhej menj\u00ebher\u00eb gruaja e qejfit, sikur s\u2019kishte lidhje t\u00eb tjera, p\u00ebrve\u00e7 lidhjes me mua. Gjithmon\u00eb me thoshte shpirt, s\u2019ma p\u00ebrmendte emrin, ve\u00e7 rrall\u00eb, kur kishte p\u00ebr t\u00eb me rrefyer di\u00e7ka p\u00ebr problemet e saj familjare.<\/p>\n<p>Ja, tani bridhte n\u00ebp\u00ebr hotel p\u00ebr t\u00eb gjetur akull. Kush mund t\u2019i kund\u00ebrshtonte asaj, kush mund t\u00eb guxonte t\u2019i thoshte ndonj\u00eb fjal\u00eb t\u00eb pahijshme, si mund t\u2019i rezistoje asaj fytyr\u00eb t\u00eb bukur q\u00eb ta ngect\u00eb fjal\u00ebn n\u00eb gryke, atij kurmi t\u00eb plot\u00eb, t\u00eb hijsh\u00ebm, q\u00eb t\u00eb dukej sikur ta jepte me dack\u00eb fytyr\u00ebs prej epshndjelljes? Erdhi vet\u00eb pronari, nj\u00eb ish futbollist i njohur dhe u mor me paketimin e koranit si\u00e7 din\u00eb ta b\u00ebjn\u00eb ket\u00eb pun\u00eb sojlinjt\u00eb e vjet\u00ebr t\u00eb got\u00ebs.<br \/>\nDo t\u00eb nisemi menj\u00ebher\u00eb, m\u00eb tha ashtu nxitimthi, ata do t\u00eb vijn\u00eb nes\u00ebr p\u00ebr drek\u00eb!<br \/>\nKishte nj\u00eb Lamborgini t\u00eb re, q\u00eb ia kishte dhuruar Bebi p\u00ebr dit\u00eblindje, p\u00ebr t\u00eb cil\u00ebn vdiste. Zura vend n\u00eb ndenj\u00ebse dhe u nisem pa ngr\u00ebn\u00eb m\u00ebngjes.<\/p>\n<p>Shpirt, ata do t\u00eb vin\u00eb. Tani \u00ebsht\u00eb halli q\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00eb vijn\u00eb me gjith\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00ebt&#8230; Ja, b\u00ebri pun\u00eb korani. \u00cbsht\u00eb v\u00ebrtet peshk i rrall\u00eb, i thash\u00eb, ndodhet vet\u00ebm n\u00eb Oh\u00ebr dhe Bajkal. Dikur, n\u00eb koh\u00ebt e arta, ky peshk ishte dhurat\u00eb mbret\u00ebrore. Ashtu?&#8230; Jam shum\u00eb e lumtur, s\u2019jemi mbledhur bashk\u00eb q\u00eb prej vitit t\u00eb kaluar. O Zot, sa i dua!<\/p>\n<p>Dhe qau. Melania ishte gruaja me e bukur n\u00eb bot\u00eb kur qante dhe un\u00eb e lija t\u00eb derdhte lot dhe e puthja. Ajo qante shpesh se nuk e duronte vuajtjen. Ishte si t\u00eb gjitha grat\u00eb, e palumtur, si\u00e7 jan\u00eb t\u00eb gjith\u00eb meshkujt, t\u00eb palumtur, por q\u00eb hiqen t\u00eb lumtur.<\/p>\n<p>Si ik\u00ebm k\u00ebshtu papritur, i thash\u00eb. Kthehemi pasnes\u00ebr q\u00eb n\u00eb m\u00ebngjes. Po nuk e d\u00ebgjove ti, Ardi, nuk e d\u00ebgjove, shpirt, m\u00eb mori Valbona, me pyeti p\u00ebr peshkun dhe un\u00eb i thash\u00eb se e gjeta dhe ajo m\u00eb tha se do t\u00eb vijn\u00eb nes\u00ebr p\u00ebr drek\u00eb. E kupton ti apo s\u2019e kupton. Drek\u00ebn e nes\u00ebrme e nd\u00ebrroj vet\u00ebm me vdekjen time, aq vler\u00eb ka. Do t\u00eb m\u00eb vijn\u00eb. Po sikur t\u2019u dal\u00eb ndonj\u00eb pun\u00eb, se t\u00eb vetmit jan\u00eb&#8230; Jo, o Zot, po Volpi i mamit s\u2019ma kthen fjal\u00ebn, i b\u00ebra be p\u00ebr kok\u00ebn time&#8230; T\u00eb dish, Ardi, po s\u2019m\u00eb erdh\u00ebn, jo, jo, \u00e7\u2019them k\u00ebshtu? Jam me e lumtura n\u00eb bot\u00eb!<\/p>\n<p>M\u00eb la dhe iku. E gjith\u00eb kjo se si m\u2019u duk. Pothuaj nuk e kuptova Melanin\u00eb. Pastaj erdhi ai rasti kur m\u2019u b\u00eb oferta nga nj\u00eb spital privat n\u00eb Bavari dhe vendosa t\u00eb shkoj. E kisha t\u00eb v\u00ebshtir\u00eb t\u00eb ndahesha me Melanin\u00eb, po pun\u00ebt kishin koh\u00eb q\u00eb s\u2019po m\u00eb ecnin. Kisha mbetur nj\u00eb kirurg varfanjak. Nuk merrja para, ja kjo ishte \u00e7\u00ebshtja. Sa her\u00eb m\u00eb takonte t\u00eb b\u00ebja operacione, koleg\u00ebt e kishin t\u00eb qart\u00eb q\u00eb s\u2019do t\u00eb merrnin asnj\u00eb kacidhe nga pacienti, prej shkakut tim. Po mafia \u00ebsht\u00eb dhe aty ku zemra nxirret nga kraharori p\u00ebr t\u00eb prer\u00eb ven\u00ebn e bllokuar, ajo di t\u00eb gjej\u00eb rrug\u00ebt q\u00eb ajo zem\u00ebr e dashuris\u00eb t\u00eb ket\u00eb dhe nj\u00eb xhep p\u00ebr para, se ndryshe, mund t\u00eb ndodh\u00eb hataja.<\/p>\n<p>Nuk mund t\u00eb largohesha pa u takuar me Melanin\u00eb. Ishte nj\u00eb nat\u00eb me shi. Shurukama e tubave t\u00eb ujit, brerimi n\u00ebp\u00ebr dritat e fener\u00ebve, q\u00eb merrte ngjyra blu dhe vjollc\u00eb, sikur binin dhe lule, p\u00ebrplaseshin n\u00eb dritaren e madhe t\u00eb klubit ku po e prisja. Ajo erdhi, e lagur qull\u00eb, me nj\u00eb \u00e7ad\u00ebr t\u00eb vog\u00ebl, q\u00eb s\u2019e kishte mbrojtur dot. U ul p\u00ebrball\u00eb meje duke shkundur flok\u00ebt e m\u00ebdhenj q\u00eb i rr\u00ebz\u00ebllinin n\u00eb drit\u00eb prej piklave t\u00eb shiut si mij\u00ebra gjilp\u00ebra q\u00eb dukej se po i endnin nj\u00eb aureole, aq e bukur dukej. E dija q\u00eb po e humbja. Po dhe dashurit\u00eb, sado t\u00eb m\u00ebdha t\u00eb jen\u00eb, vjen nj\u00eb koh\u00eb dhe lodhen, rraskapiten prej p\u00ebrs\u00ebritjes. Ndoshta ishte fundi yn\u00eb. Edhe p\u00ebr nj\u00eb shkak, se Melania tani ishte b\u00ebr\u00eb me nj\u00eb spital privat, kishte dy vila, nj\u00ebrin n\u00eb Jale dhe tjetrin n\u00eb gjirin e Lalzit. Se fundi, Bebi kishte bler\u00eb dhe nj\u00eb jaht. Ata udh\u00ebtonin me shoq\u00ebrin\u00eb n\u00ebp\u00ebr Mesdhe. Takimet tona ishin b\u00ebr\u00eb m\u00eb t\u00eb rralla.<br \/>\nO, shpirt, po shkon t\u00eb b\u00ebhesh i famsh\u00ebm? Edhe ti po m\u00eb le, ti, i fundit&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Nuk ia vura veshin fjal\u00ebve t\u00eb saj. Ia shpjegova nj\u00ebfar\u00ebsoj shkaqet q\u00eb m\u00eb shtynin t\u00eb largohesha.<br \/>\nUn\u00eb e shkreta kujtoja se e kisha nj\u00eb ishull t\u00eb harruar n\u00eb jet\u00ebn time. Sa her\u00eb t\u00eb paraqitej nevoja t\u00eb shkoja n\u00eb at\u00eb ishull. Nj\u00eb ishull n\u00eb oqeanin e vetmis\u00eb.<br \/>\n\u00c7\u2019flet! i thash\u00eb, paske filluar t\u00eb lexosh romane sentimentale&#8230;<br \/>\nJo, s\u2019lexoj dot, s\u2019kam koh\u00eb&#8230; Po sikur t\u00eb mos shkosh?<br \/>\nE pse t\u00eb mos shkoj?<br \/>\nSepse t\u00eb dua k\u00ebtu. Kam nevoj\u00eb p\u00ebr ty.<br \/>\nEdhe un\u00eb kam nevoj\u00eb p\u00ebr vet\u00ebn time, i thash\u00eb.<br \/>\nHarroje.<br \/>\nNuk mundem.<br \/>\nT\u00eb mbaj un\u00eb.<br \/>\nDua t\u00eb punoj, Melani. T\u00eb b\u00ebj at\u00eb pun\u00eb q\u00eb di. Ta nxjerr paran\u00eb qart\u00ebsisht prej nj\u00eb pun\u00eb q\u00eb ka arsyen e sh\u00ebndosh\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00eb paguhet.<\/p>\n<p>T\u00eb njoh. Si\u00e7 njoh f\u00ebmij\u00ebt e mi. Ah, ajo dreke me koran.<br \/>\nPse ma p\u00ebrmend?<br \/>\nQ\u00eb prej asaj koh\u00eb nuk jemi mbledhur me. Tani po me ik\u00ebn dhe ti. Po sikur t\u00eb vij her\u00eb pas her\u00eb atje dhe t\u00eb b\u00ebjm\u00eb dashuri?<br \/>\nKur t\u00eb duash, i thash\u00eb, edhe un\u00eb do ta ndjej shum\u00eb munges\u00ebn t\u00ebnde.<br \/>\nDo t\u00eb vij patjet\u00ebr, shpirt.<br \/>\nMe zgjati nj\u00eb pako me dollar\u00eb. Ishin mb\u00ebshtjelle keq dhe dukeshin.<\/p>\n<p>N\u00eb fillim do ta kesh t\u00eb v\u00ebshtir\u00eb. T\u00eb lut\u00ebm, s\u2019gjeta nj\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00eb tjet\u00ebr p\u00ebr t\u00eb me kujtuar nj\u00ebfar\u00eb koh\u00eb. Mos m\u2019i kthe. E di q\u00eb s\u2019pranon. Mir\u00eb, e l\u00ebm\u00eb t\u00eb m\u2019i japesh kur t\u00eb kesh.<br \/>\nIa mora. Nuk mund t\u00eb grindesha me t\u00eb. Fundja, do t\u2019ia ktheja nj\u00eb dit\u00eb. Ajo nuk erdhi. Kaluan vite. Dhe mesazhet n\u00eb Facebook u rralluan se tep\u00ebrmi. I ka pun\u00ebt mir\u00eb, mendoja me nj\u00eb fije melankolie dhe me nj\u00eb d\u00ebshire p\u00ebrv\u00ebluese p\u00ebr ta pasur si dikur, tani ajo \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb borgj\u00ebze vanitoze, mendoja dhe qeshja, se e dija q\u00eb s\u2019thosha plot\u00ebsisht t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00ebn.<br \/>\nJa, tani k\u00ebto dy mesazhe. I pari:<\/p>\n<p>Shpirt, po t\u00eb shqet\u00ebsoj, po s\u2019kam nj\u00ebri tjet\u00ebr, kaq t\u00eb af\u00ebrt, q\u00eb t\u2019i hapem: Volpi u nda me gruan. Ajo fitoi me gjyq f\u00ebmij\u00ebt, pra, ata pothuajse s\u2019i kam me. Volpi ka ndryshuar, nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb m\u00eb ai i asaj drek\u00ebs me koran, q\u00eb iu p\u00ebrmbajt premtimit dhe erdhi. Ah, si e kemi kaluar! U b\u00ebm\u00eb si budallenj, un\u00eb dhe Bebi, k\u00ebpusnim gafa t\u00eb forta dhe ata sikur u zhg\u00ebnjyen prej nesh. E kishim nga dashuria e madhe. Po e kishim dhe prej vuajtjes q\u00eb midis nesh ishte hapur nj\u00eb hendek i madh. Volpi, ai zuzar i paskrupullt, ka ndar\u00eb nj\u00eb grua me tre f\u00ebmij\u00eb nga burri dhe ka ven\u00eb kuror\u00eb me t\u00eb&#8230; ku, do t\u00eb thuash ti, n\u00eb Los Anxhelos.<\/p>\n<p>Dhe atje jan\u00eb akoma. I ka b\u00ebr\u00eb naft\u00ebn pun\u00ebs. E mbaj un\u00eb me para. E vetmja gj\u00eb q\u00eb me lidh drejtp\u00ebrdrejt me t\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb se ia d\u00ebgjoj z\u00ebrin e dashur n\u00eb celular dhe me mbysin ngash\u00ebrimet. Po ama, ia d\u00ebgjoj z\u00ebrin. Ma ka b\u00ebr\u00eb plage zemr\u00ebn ai djal\u00eb. E kishte yll gruan e par\u00eb, Belind\u00ebn, ra n\u00eb dashuri si i \u00e7mendur pas saj, e gjeja kaq her\u00eb t\u00eb ulur n\u00eb gjunj\u00eb para saj, aq shum\u00eb e donte. Po pask\u00ebsh qen\u00eb Don Zhuan. Me fal, shpirt, q\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00ebrzis me k\u00ebto hallet e mia&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>T\u00eb uroj suksese, kam marr\u00eb vesh se je b\u00ebr\u00eb kirurg primar dhe t\u00eb duan. I lutem zotit p\u00ebr ty!<br \/>\nT\u00eb puth Melania.<\/p>\n<p>Mesazhi i dyt\u00eb:<br \/>\n&#8230; M\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb neveritur jeta, prej fatkeq\u00ebsive q\u00eb me kan\u00eb ren\u00eb n\u00eb kok\u00eb. Valbona, bija ime e mir\u00ebz, q\u00eb un\u00eb mizorja e solla nga Amerika n\u00eb Shqip\u00ebri prej egoizmit tim, se doja ta kisha \u04abupen te dera e sht\u00ebpis\u00eb dhe ta shikoja p\u00ebrdit\u00eb, sapo ka b\u00ebr\u00eb nd\u00ebrhyrjen e dyt\u00eb n\u00eb Nju Jork. Kancer t\u00eb avancuar n\u00eb gji. \u00c7\u2019i thua k\u00ebsaj, a ka ndonj\u00eb n\u00ebn\u00eb tjet\u00ebr q\u00eb t\u00eb nd\u00ebshkohet kaq r\u00ebnd\u00eb? Tani i ka mbetur zotit t\u00eb b\u00ebje di\u00e7ka p\u00ebr t\u00eb. Prandaj s\u2019kam ardhur t\u00eb t\u00eb takoj. \u00c7\u2019t\u00eb vi, hallet m\u00eb kan\u00eb plakur. S\u2019jam me ajo e para. Jam tretur, kock\u00eb e l\u00ebkur\u00eb jam b\u00ebr\u00eb prej \u04abup\u00ebs. Ai, i shoqi, \u00ebsht\u00eb ca shp\u00ebrfill\u00ebs, k\u00ebshtu me duket, kushedi mendon p\u00ebr tjetr\u00ebn&#8230; f\u00ebmij\u00ebt e gjor\u00eb&#8230; t\u00eb vegjlit&#8230; sa pa fat! Shoh Valbon\u00ebn si humbet n\u00eb pesh\u00eb, si i bien flok\u00ebt, i fik\u00ebt z\u00ebri, humbet ekuilibrin, ka dhembje q\u00eb s\u2019i b\u00ebjn\u00eb efekt ila\u00e7et&#8230; jam nj\u00eb d\u00ebshmitare e f\u00ebmij\u00ebs q\u00eb po vdes! Dhe s\u2019b\u00ebj dot asgj\u00eb. Ja, \u00e7\u2019jam! M\u00ebshirom\u00eb, o zot, b\u00ebje mrekullin\u00eb! Kjo me ka mbetur e fundit: lutja! Lutu dhe ti, shpirt, p\u00ebr mua, ti, i vetmi q\u00eb kam dashuruar n\u00eb ket\u00eb jet\u00eb! Jam shum\u00eb e m\u00ebrzitur. Nuk dita t\u00eb b\u00ebj familje. Jo, nuk dhash\u00eb shum\u00eb dashuri, ndon\u00ebse kujtoja se jepja. Nuk dhash\u00eb shum\u00eb koh\u00eb p\u00ebr ta. Isha egoiste. Ndoshta f\u00ebmij\u00ebt na vran\u00eb, ndoshta i vram\u00eb ne f\u00ebmij\u00ebt. Familjet pa dashuri m\u00eb mir\u00eb t\u00eb zhduken! T\u00eb kujtosh p\u00ebr t\u00ebr\u00eb jet\u00ebn, si gj\u00ebn\u00eb me t\u00eb bukur, at\u00eb drek\u00eb me koran&#8230; Kjo \u00ebsht\u00eb shum\u00eb e hidhur, kaq deziluzionuese&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Melania vdiq n\u00eb duart e mia. Erdhi m\u00eb n\u00eb fund tek un\u00eb, pas vdekjes s\u00eb Valbon\u00ebs dhe arratis\u00eb s\u00eb Volpit, e s\u00ebmur\u00eb nga zemra, e shtrova menj\u00ebher\u00eb n\u00eb sall\u00eb dhe m\u00eb mbeti n\u00eb duar. Kisha vrar\u00eb dashurin\u00eb time, t\u00eb vetmen dashuri. Vet\u00ebm me t\u00eb s\u2019kisha qen\u00eb i zoti. Vet\u00ebm me t\u00eb. Sepse ajo mund t\u00eb shp\u00ebtonte. Dhe ne t\u00eb dy mund t\u00eb kishim kaluar disa net bavareze n\u00eb alpe ku un\u00eb shkoja shpesh p\u00ebr ski dhe n\u00eb sht\u00ebpin\u00eb prej druri q\u00eb k\u00ebrciste t\u00eb kishim b\u00ebr\u00eb dashuri pran\u00eb zjarrit t\u00eb ushqyer me dru n\u00eb oxhakun prej tulle t\u00eb kuqe, ndon\u00ebse e dija q\u00eb s\u2019do ta kishte magjin\u00eb e asaj kohe t\u00eb larg\u00ebt, t\u00eb drek\u00ebs me koran. I kishim pasur dhe i kishim humbur gjerat me t\u00eb bukura, ndoshta prej fajit ton\u00eb.<\/p>\n<p><em>Nju Jork, 2018<\/em><\/p>\n<blockquote><p><em>D\u00ebrgoi p\u00ebr publikim, <strong>Faslli Haliti<\/strong>, poet<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>ROLAND GJOZA tregim Ishim ndar\u00eb thuajse p\u00ebrfundimisht. Ajo kishte qen\u00eb mikesha ime e or\u00ebve m\u00eb t\u00eb bukura. Dhjet\u00eb vjet pa u par\u00eb. Un\u00eb larg n\u00eb nj\u00eb qytet t\u00eb per\u00ebndimit, ajo n\u00eb Shqip\u00ebri, me nj\u00eb pun\u00eb t\u00eb mir\u00eb, shum\u00eb prona, nj\u00eb burr\u00eb t\u00eb fis\u00ebm, me em\u00ebr. Kishte nj\u00eb djal\u00eb dhe nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb. T\u00eb martuar, me f\u00ebmij\u00eb. 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