P\u00ebr miqt\u00eb dhe dashamir\u00ebsit e mi, te respektuar, nj\u00eb fragment t\u00eb shkurt\u00ebr nga libri i porsa botuar n\u00eb Kosov\u00eb, Prishtin\u00eb:<\/p>\n
‘Z\u00cbRA N\u00cb LAVJERR\u00cbS<\/strong>.’ Pjesa e par\u00eb e Sag\u00ebs:<\/p>\n ‘Z\u00cbRAVE DHE ZHURMAVE<\/strong>.<\/p>\n Z\u00ebrat dhe zhurmat i kan\u00eb trandur zemr\u00ebn, shungulluar n\u00eb vesh\u00eb p\u00ebr vite me radh\u00eb. I kan\u00eb g\u00ebrryer shpirtin, nxir\u00eb jet\u00ebn… Do t\u00eb ul\u00ebrij\u00eb me gjith\u00eb forc\u00ebn: Mjaft! Ikni, shporruni, m\u00eb lini t\u00eb qet\u00eb. M\u00eb h\u00ebngr\u00ebt xhan\u00eb. Nuk mundet. Nga inati i m\u00ebshon fur\u00e7\u00ebs n\u00eb murin e lag\u00ebsht. I duket sikur dhe muri hapet dhe shnd\u00ebrrohet n\u00eb nj\u00eb goj\u00eb t\u00eb madhe. Sa mir\u00eb do qe sikur t\u00eb ishte loj\u00eb e syve t\u00eb lodhur dhe e vesh\u00ebve n\u00eb shurdhim…<\/p>\n V\u00ebshtroi me bisht t\u00eb syrit murin e porsasuvatuar, boja kullon dhe, shnd\u00ebrrohet lot t\u00eb gjelb\u00ebr. S\u2019mund t\u2019i fshij\u00eb, jan\u00eb lot\u00ebt m\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00ebdhenj q\u00eb ka par\u00eb n\u00eb jet\u00eb. Krah\u00ebvarur mb\u00ebshtet kryet n\u00eb shkall\u00ebn e vjet\u00ebr. I mbahet fryma, thith er\u00ebn e fort\u00eb t\u00eb g\u00eblqeres. Dit\u00eb e nat\u00eb i kan\u00eb th\u00ebn\u00eb t\u00eb lyej muret e godin\u00ebs s\u00eb re, t\u00eb ngritur mbi dyqanet e pronat e tij. P\u00ebrs\u00ebri i duket sikur nxin. N\u00eb ankth dhe frik\u00eb e lyen p\u00ebrs\u00ebri.<\/p>\n D\u00ebgjon klithma t\u00eb forta. Nuk do t\u00eb d\u00ebgjoj\u00eb z\u00ebra, zhurma, klithma. Asgj\u00eb. Do ta len\u00eb t\u00eb qet\u00eb, n\u00eb lirin\u00eb e \u00e7muar pas pes\u00ebmb\u00ebdhjet\u00eb vitesh burg, n\u00eb humb\u00ebtir\u00ebn e bot\u00ebs. Ku t\u00eb kafshon n\u00eb zem\u00ebr era me dh\u00ebmb\u00ebt e mpreht\u00eb t\u00eb ujkonj\u00ebs. Asgj\u00eb! M\u00eb lini t\u00eb qet\u00eb, t\u00eb ngjyros murin dhe t\u00eb shoh lot t\u00eb gjelb\u00ebr. Kaq…<\/p>\n \u2018Oh, ju lutem, m\u00eb lini… t\u00eb ik, t\u00eb q\u00ebrohem,\u2019 i klithi gjith\u00eb qenia. Gjoksi shpell\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb i ftoht\u00eb, akull. Turma brohorit e ngaz\u00ebllyer…<\/p>\n Krahndrydhur, largohet sa m\u00eb larg turm\u00ebs s\u00eb verb\u00ebr q\u00eb vazhdon t\u00eb brohoras\u00eb, t\u00eb b\u00ebj\u00eb zhurm\u00eb dhe rr\u00ebmet. I r\u00ebndon koka. I dh\u00ebmb trupi. Zbret duke r\u00ebnkuar shkall\u00ebt e ngushta, t\u00eb pista, t\u00eb qilarit. Godet me shkelm\u00eb nj\u00eb mi fekalesh q\u00eb i ngat\u00ebrrohet n\u00ebp\u00ebr k\u00ebmb\u00eb. Shtyn der\u00ebn e kalbur t\u00eb kthin\u00ebs s\u00eb humbur, ku nuk hyn k\u00ebmb\u00eb njeriu. Do t\u00eb shprehet, por s\u2019 ka as laps, sa let\u00ebr. Ngjen gishtin n\u00eb g\u00eblqere dhe me v\u00ebshtir\u00ebsi nis t\u00eb shkruaj\u00eb:<\/p>\n P\u00ebrse besojm\u00eb n\u00eb ty, o Zot, t\u00eb falemi, kur s\u2019shohim djallin q\u00eb zg\u00ebrdhihet, klith dhe ul\u00ebrin?! Kjo \u00ebsht\u00eb \u00e7\u00ebshtja. D\u00ebgjojm\u00eb brohoritje t\u00eb eksituara, ul\u00ebrima t\u00eb t\u00ebrbuara, oshtima, l\u00ebvizje gur\u00ebsh, flakje shk\u00ebmbinjsh, shkulje rr\u00ebnj\u00eb q\u00eb ngjajn\u00eb si eshtra mamuth\u00ebsh. T\u00eb trembur t\u00ebrhiqemi, i hapim udh\u00eb s\u00eb keqes dhe, b\u00ebhemi leshterik\u00eb… P\u00ebrse?! Jemi t\u00eb padjall\u00ebzuar, mes \u00e7orb\u00ebs s\u00eb djall\u00ebzis\u00eb… M\u00eb flasin p\u00ebr djall\u00ebzorin dhe t\u00eb padjall\u00ebzuarin… \u00c7far\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb djall\u00ebzia, \u00e7far\u00ebdo q\u00eb del nga dob\u00ebsia…<\/p>\n Pjes\u00eb e lavjerit t\u00eb jet\u00ebs, iu b\u00eb sikur d\u00ebgjoi. H\u00ebm! Dreqi ta marr\u00eb \u00e7\u2019jan\u00eb vitet e njeriut, kokrriza r\u00ebre q\u00eb shkasin n\u00ebp\u00ebr gishta dhe s\u2019ka burr\u00eb n\u00ebne t\u2019i mbledh\u00eb m\u00eb…<\/p>\n Hej, ajo q\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb mbrapa nesh dhe ajo q\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb p\u00ebrpara nesh, jan\u00eb vog\u00eblsira me at\u00eb q\u00eb gjendet brenda nesh, iu b\u00eb sikur i bu\u00e7iti nj\u00eb z\u00eb brenda vetes. Mos u huto, muret kan\u00eb sy e vesh\u00eb, fshiji shpejt…<\/p>\n U drodh. Hoqi xhaket\u00ebn dhe i llahtarisur fshiu me vrull \u00e7far\u00eb kish shkruar n\u00eb mur. Humbi drita dhe gjith\u00e7ka u b\u00eb err\u00ebsir\u00eb…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" P\u00ebr miqt\u00eb dhe dashamir\u00ebsit e mi, te respektuar, nj\u00eb fragment t\u00eb shkurt\u00ebr nga libri i porsa botuar n\u00eb Kosov\u00eb, Prishtin\u00eb: ‘Z\u00cbRA N\u00cb LAVJERR\u00cbS.’ Pjesa e par\u00eb e Sag\u00ebs: ‘Z\u00cbRAVE DHE ZHURMAVE. Z\u00ebrat dhe zhurmat i kan\u00eb trandur zemr\u00ebn, shungulluar n\u00eb vesh\u00eb p\u00ebr vite me radh\u00eb. I kan\u00eb g\u00ebrryer shpirtin, nxir\u00eb jet\u00ebn… Do t\u00eb ul\u00ebrij\u00eb me […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":37289,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[8,11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-37863","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","category-letersi","category-roman"],"yoast_head":"\n