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Fatmire Duraku<\/strong><\/p>\n

(Insert nga romani \u201cOra me qostek\u00eb\u201d<\/em>)<\/p>\n

Ecim, ecim… me gjysm\u00eb fryme ecim. Ecim e askush nuk e ka t\u00eb qart\u00eb sa koh\u00eb ka q\u00eb ecim dhe nga ecim, p\u00ebr ku ecim?!
\n– Sa koh\u00eb ka q\u00eb ecim… – tha Tringa, e un\u00eb e shikova gjith\u00eb habi.
\n– Nj\u00eb vit, – foli dikush nga larg.
\n– Kjo s\u00eb paku, – tha dikush tjet\u00ebr.
\n– T\u00ebr\u00eb jet\u00ebn ecim… – ting\u00eblloi z\u00ebri i nj\u00eb treti.
\nEcnim pa cak, kuturu. Silleshim n\u00eb rreth, gjithher\u00eb mes shpres\u00ebs, mes frik\u00ebs dhe dhembjes. Udha gjarp\u00ebrore e pafund p\u00ebrpihej gjithnj\u00eb nd\u00ebrmjet oshtim\u00ebs s\u00eb malit dhe rrjedh\u00ebs s\u00eb ujit, rrug\u00eb pa rrug\u00eb, aty – k\u00ebtu me bal\u00ebt, me gur\u00eb t\u00eb thepisur ndokund, gunga-gunga, dhiare e shkret\u00eb…
\nEcnim.
\nP\u00ebrkundeshim mbi vete.
\nDremisnim…
\nEcnim t\u00eb etur.
\nEcnim t\u00eb uritur…
\nEcnim kuturu.
\nHer\u00eb n\u00eb t\u00eb majt\u00eb, her\u00eb n\u00eb t\u00eb djatht\u00eb. Gjithnj\u00eb larg rrug\u00ebs s\u00eb rrahur. T\u00eb mos hasim ndokund papritur n\u00eb hordhit\u00eb e egra, q\u00eb b\u00ebnin masakra aty ku arrinin. Digjnin, vrisnin, dhunonin. Ecnim me frik\u00eb n\u00eb shpirt, por me shpres\u00eb t\u00eb vog\u00ebl se ndoshta do t\u00eb arrinim, e – ku?! Shqip\u00ebria larg, qielli larg dhe jo kaq i d\u00ebshiruar. Nuk ta donte shpirti vdekjen. Ama, n\u00eb or\u00eb t\u00eb tilla, vdekja gjithsesi ishte m\u00eb e dashur se takimi me ata… Ecnim kot.
\nNdonj\u00eb nat\u00eb para, nat\u00ebn tjet\u00ebr prapa. Silleshim n\u00eb rreth. Shkelnim n\u00ebp\u00ebr t\u00eb nj\u00ebjtat gjurm\u00eb gjysm\u00eb t\u00eb vdekur, por ecnim, gjithnj\u00eb ecnim, mes shpres\u00ebs dhe dhembjes s\u00eb gjall\u00eb, q\u00eb l\u00ebvizte me hov brenda nesh. Ecnim e nuk arrinim kund.
\n-Ecni, ecni, – e d\u00ebgjoja nga thoshte babai, nd\u00ebrsa papritur m`u err\u00ebsua t\u00eb par\u00ebt. M\u00eb rr\u00ebmben n\u00eb t\u00eb nj\u00ebjt\u00ebn koh\u00eb dridhje ther\u00ebse trupit t\u00eb rraskapitur, dridhje q\u00eb l\u00ebviznin pand\u00ebrprer\u00eb n\u00ebp\u00ebr \u00e7do pjes\u00eb, dridhje t\u00eb gjalla, t\u00eb ftohta. Ndieja pesh\u00eb t\u00eb r\u00ebnd\u00eb n\u00eb kok\u00eb, m\u00eb dhembnin muskujt, nyjat e gjymtyr\u00ebve, m\u00eb shfaqej zjarrmi e r\u00ebnd\u00eb me rrahje t\u00eb dendur t\u00eb pulsit, me rr\u00ebqethje e t\u00eb dridhura; e t\u00ebra mbytesha n\u00eb ethe shum\u00eb t\u00eb forta. Filluan t\u00eb m\u00eb shfaqeshin fotografi t\u00eb \u00e7uditshme, krijesa t\u00eb kthyera nga p\u00ebrrallat tashm\u00eb t\u00eb harruara… Ngrihej mjegull e zez\u00eb, e kuq\u00ebrremt\u00eb, e verdh\u00eb. Flak\u00eb q\u00eb vinte e rritej. Flak\u00eb q\u00eb kthehej n\u00eb bish\u00eb, hapte goj\u00ebn t\u00eb m\u00eb g\u00eblltiste. Ikja e nuk gjeja dot vend t\u00eb fshihesha. Prap\u00eb kthehesha aty. Ball\u00eb p\u00ebr ball\u00eb… B\u00ebja p\u00ebrpjekje t`i shtr\u00ebngoja grushtet, ta godas t\u00ebr\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb n\u00eb kraharor, t`ia nxjerr zemr\u00ebn, ta vras. Ama nuk ia dilja… Ecja e p\u00ebrgjakur nga hija ime, e cila m\u00eb afrohej nga ana tjet\u00ebr. I afrohesha. M\u00eb afrohej. Gj\u00ebmonte toka, qielli binte copa-copa mbi rr\u00ebnj\u00eb, mbi eshtra… Anash qeshte nj\u00eb skelet, me kos\u00eb n\u00eb dor\u00eb.
\n– Kush je ti, – ia b\u00ebra ngadal\u00eb e skeleti vet\u00ebm m\u00eb shikoi. S` fliste dot, vet\u00ebm e vring\u00ebllonte kos\u00ebn mbi kok\u00ebn time.
\n– Jam vdekja, – tha.
\n– E \u00e7ka, mos mendo se t\u00eb frik\u00ebsohem. Jo… nuk t\u00eb trembem aspak, jo, jo, jo…
\n– Eda… – thirri theksh\u00ebm Tringa. – …\u00e7far\u00eb ke, mot\u00ebr!? – m`u afrua af\u00ebr. B\u00ebri p\u00ebrpjekje t\u00eb m\u00eb mbante p\u00ebr krah\u00ebsh, por nuk ia doli. Rr\u00ebshqita nd\u00ebrmjet duarsh t\u00eb saj, si nj\u00eb trup pa shpirt, e rash\u00eb me fytyr\u00eb n\u00eb tok\u00eb. – Oh, zot, – shtr\u00ebngoi kok\u00ebn me duar ajo, pastaj thirri gjith\u00eb vaj. – Babi, babi… Ku je, ku je? Ku je?! Nuk gjendesh kurr\u00eb n\u00eb \u00e7astin q\u00eb na duhesh, – e d\u00ebgjova nga th\u00ebrriste e shastisur.
\n– Ja, a s` m\u00eb shesh, – foli babai.
\n– Kush je ti. Baban\u00eb e k\u00ebrkoj, – \u00e7irrej ajo, pastaj hetova t\u00eb binte n\u00eb gjunj\u00eb, t\u00eb ngrehte duar nga qielli dhe t\u00eb lutej. Fliste di\u00e7ka q\u00eb s`e kuptoja qart\u00eb. E dalloja vet\u00ebm t\u00eb thoshte – m\u00ebshir\u00eb, zot dhe shp\u00ebtoje.
\n– \u00c7far\u00eb u b\u00eb, – m\u00eb ting\u00eblloi n\u00eb vesh dhe z\u00ebri i gruas s\u00eb moshuar.
\n– E sheh, – tha Tringa. – Motra po vdes…
\n– Jo, jo…. – tha babai e m\u00eb ngrehu p\u00ebr krah\u00ebsh me kujdes nga toka. – Nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb kaq leht\u00eb t\u00eb vdes\u00ebsh.
\n– Ik, – e shtyu Tringa. – Kush je ti? Pse e prek motr\u00ebn time?
\n– \u00c7far\u00eb je trullosur, si m\u00eb thua mua ashtu… babait t\u00ebnd?!
\n– Jo… nuk t\u00eb njoh. Vet\u00ebm na rri af\u00ebr ashtu, \u00e7far\u00eb do?
\n– Un\u00eb jam babai yt, – ia b\u00ebri ai. – \u00c7far\u00eb ke, pse je hutuar. Kthehu n\u00eb vete! – Un\u00eb jam babai yt, – e p\u00ebrs\u00ebriti.
\n– Ej, pse g\u00ebnjen. Pse g\u00ebnjen, – qante.
\nBabai nuk tha gj\u00eb m\u00eb. I dridheshin duart nga m\u00eb mbante.
\n– D\u00ebrgoje diku, larg zhurm\u00ebs, – i tha gruaja n\u00eb mosh\u00eb babait. – E sheh, ajo nuk mund t\u00eb q\u00ebndroj\u00eb m\u00eb n\u00eb k\u00ebmb\u00eb.
\nBabai nuk tha gj\u00eb. Vet\u00ebm i gur\u00ebzuar, shikonte pa p\u00ebrcaktim.
\n– Or plak, – ra prap\u00eb z\u00ebri i gruas n\u00eb mosh\u00eb. – D\u00ebrgoi vashat n\u00eb ndonj\u00eb sht\u00ebpi dhe mbaji aty p\u00ebr ndonj\u00eb dit\u00eb. Ndoshta i shp\u00ebton…
\n– Ku, m\u00eb thuaj, ku t`i ik? Ku t`i strehoj?! – m\u00eb afroi babai nga vetja dhe m\u00eb mbajti me duar. L\u00ebshova kok\u00ebn n\u00eb kraharorin e tij gjysm\u00eb e alivanosur. Nuk mund t\u00eb flisja. I d\u00ebgjoja vet\u00ebm z\u00ebrat p\u00ebrreth dhe trokitjet e zemr\u00ebs s\u00eb babait, dridhjet q\u00eb i iknin kaq t\u00eb forta n\u00ebp\u00ebr turp dhe kalonin te un\u00eb. M\u00eb k\u00ebrcisnin dh\u00ebmb\u00ebt p\u00ebr dh\u00ebmb\u00eb. Kisha her\u00eb t\u00eb ftoht\u00eb, her\u00eb digjesha nga zjarrmia.
\n– Nuk q\u00ebndrohet k\u00ebshtu m\u00eb, – fliste dikush.
\n– Duhet t\u00eb ndalemi ndokund, t\u00eb marrim pak veten, – nd\u00ebrhynte nj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr.
\n– Patjet\u00ebr. Mezi marrim frym\u00eb…
\n– Kjo \u00ebsht\u00eb vdekje… Vdekje… vdekje…
\nD\u00ebgjoja z\u00ebra t\u00eb p\u00ebrzier, \u00e7irrje, vaje, sharje, mallkime. E mb\u00ebshtetur p\u00ebr kraharorin e babait, shihja fotografi t\u00eb ndryshme, t\u00eb trishtueshme. Fotografi q\u00eb sa iknin shfaqeshin prap\u00eb – dy hije nga vinin mes p\u00ebr mes flak\u00ebs… Qeshnin, qeshnin. P\u00eblcisnin s\u00eb qeshuri. Kalonin flak\u00ebs. Digjeshin. Humbnin fare, pastaj prap\u00eb shfaqeshin. Flaka n\u00ebp\u00ebr t\u00eb cil\u00ebn vinin l\u00ebpinte gjith\u00eb qiellin, i cili derdhte pand\u00ebrprer\u00eb shi-flak\u00eb… – Zot, \u00e7far\u00eb po ndodh. P\u00ebrgjakeshin drunjt\u00eb, b\u00ebheshin njer\u00ebz, iknin e ktheheshin prap\u00eb me hijet. Kush jan\u00eb k\u00ebto hije. Ja, nj\u00ebra m\u00eb p\u00ebrngjet mua. Tjetra babait… Hyjm\u00eb e dalim nga flaka. Digjemi e prap\u00eb shfaqemi. Dy hije t\u00eb nj\u00ebjta, pa goj\u00eb, e – z\u00ebri i tyre donte t\u00eb ma p\u00eblciste kok\u00ebn. Qeshin. Vinin p\u00ebrball\u00eb meje. Un\u00eb i afrohesha vetes, apo vetja i afrohej hijes sime. Ecnin n\u00ebp\u00ebr flak\u00eb e shiu nuk ndalej. Tymi mb\u00ebshtillte \u00e7do gj\u00eb. Ngrihej rrath\u00eb-rrath\u00eb. Tym i gjall\u00eb…
\n– M\u00eb ka hyr\u00eb n\u00eb asht shiu, – e d\u00ebgjoja t\u00eb thoshte hija e par\u00eb.
\n– Ti s` ke asht, – dilte nga flaka dhe prap\u00eb kthehej n\u00eb flak\u00eb hija e dyt\u00eb.
\n– Kam. Gjithsesi kam. Pse pra e ndiej thell\u00eb shiun dhe kam t\u00eb ftoht\u00eb, – thoshte pastaj dhe ngrihej lart me flak\u00ebn.
\n– Zbrit, ku ik atje, – thoshte dija e dyt\u00eb. – Zbrit e ec, ec… t`i afrohemi…
\n– Kujt… kujt t`i afrohemi, – i fliste hija e par\u00eb.
\n– Trungut! – e shikonte hija e dyt\u00eb.
\n– Cilit trung!? A kemi trung ne,- ia b\u00ebnte hija e par\u00eb.
\n– Po, po kemi…
\n– Ku \u00ebsht\u00eb?
\n– A e sheh at\u00eb pjes\u00eb trungu… atje, shiko, at\u00eb pjes\u00eb trungu q\u00eb e kan\u00eb hedhur val\u00ebt e lumit t\u00eb fryr\u00eb n\u00eb breg.
\n– Po, atje… e shoh, – thoshte e par\u00eb.
\n– Ec, t`i afrohemi… – ecte nga trungu hija e dyt\u00eb.
\n– Ai trungu atje?
\n– Po, ai… Ta marrim at\u00eb cop\u00ebz trungu e me t\u00eb n\u00eb duar t`i trokasim ndonj\u00eb sht\u00ebpie n\u00eb der\u00eb, p\u00ebr konak… – g\u00ebrhiste hija e dyt\u00eb.
\n– Pse, pse me trung n\u00eb dor\u00eb? – i fliste hija e par\u00eb. – Trungu \u00ebsht\u00eb pjes\u00eb jona. Nuk mund t`i shfaqemi dikujt n\u00eb der\u00eb gjysmak, pa nj\u00eb dor\u00eb, pa nj\u00eb k\u00ebmb\u00eb, pa gjysm\u00ebn e kurmit, me nj\u00eb sy, me gjysm\u00eb koke… – e shikonte hija e par\u00eb.
\n– Ti ke humbur arsyen… t\u00ebr\u00ebsisht.
\n– Jo, fare. Shikoje mir\u00eb t\u00ebr\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb pun\u00eb. Mund t\u00eb na vrasin, ama identitetin nuk mund t\u00eb na e humbin. P\u00ebr at\u00eb them, t`i afrohemi n\u00eb der\u00eb ndonj\u00eb sht\u00ebpie t\u00eb t\u00ebr\u00eb, me t\u00ebr\u00eb veten. Jo gjysmak\u00eb .
\n– Ashtu mendon, – ia b\u00ebri hija e par\u00eb.
\n– Ashtu mendoj, – ia ktheu hija dyt\u00eb.
\n– Nuk b\u00ebn ashtu. Duhet gjetur di\u00e7ka tjet\u00ebr, krejt tjet\u00ebr… t`i tregojm\u00eb kush jemi.- d\u00ebgjohet prap\u00eb hija e dyt\u00eb.
\n– Nuk ka nevoj\u00eb. Trungu na flet vet\u00eb.
\n– Jo. Jo!
\n– \u00cbsht\u00eb pik\u00ebrisht ashtu, si\u00e7 them un\u00eb, – mori t\u00eb nevrikosej hija e dyt\u00eb.
\n– Ama, ja, ta imagjinojm\u00eb. E marrim cop\u00ebn e trungut, e bartim kaq sa duhet deri te dera. Trokasim n\u00eb der\u00eb. Shfaqet n\u00eb der\u00eb i zoti i sht\u00ebpis\u00eb, natyrisht i buz\u00ebqeshur-me bujarin\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00eb pret njeriu yn\u00eb, por syt\u00eb i mban gjithnj\u00eb n\u00eb cop\u00ebn e trungut. \u00c7uditet…
\n– Le t\u00eb \u00e7uditet. Ia zgjasim cop\u00ebn e trungut. \u201cCop\u00ebtoje, – i themi, – b\u00ebre dru zjarri. Kemi shum\u00eb t\u00eb ftoht\u00eb. Ndoshta, po t\u00eb na pranosh brenda, do t\u00eb na thahen ca rrobat, do t\u00eb ngrohemi… sepse kemi shum\u00eb t\u00eb ftoht\u00eb… K\u00ebshtu ndoshta prap\u00eb do t\u00eb kthehemi n\u00eb vete.\u201d
\n– E po tha jo, \u00e7far\u00eb mund t\u00eb b\u00ebjm\u00eb.
\n– Nuk do t\u00eb ngjaj\u00eb di\u00e7ka e till\u00eb.
\n– E po ngjau.
\n– Nuk ngjet.
\n– Mund t\u00eb ngjet…
\n– Jo.
\n– Po.
\n– Jo.
\n– Po.
\n– Jo…
\nE pafund\u00ebsisht k\u00ebshtu, me \u201cpo\u201d dhe me \u201cjo\u201d, dy hijet humbnin flak\u00ebs dhe prap\u00eb shfaqeshin nga i afroheshin cop\u00ebz s\u00eb trungut. Dy hijet, nj\u00ebra imja, tjetra e babait. Apo ndoshta gabohesha. Dy hijet ishin dy hije krejt t\u00eb tjet\u00ebr kujt. As kishin t\u00eb b\u00ebnin fare me mua as me baban\u00eb. Mbylla syt\u00eb, ula kok\u00ebn, p\u00ebrnj\u00ebher\u00eb ta ngrehja prap\u00eb, por – O zot, – me k\u00ebt\u00eb m`u k\u00ebput rrjedha e fotografis\u00eb q\u00eb shihja. Humbi flaka, tymi, humb\u00ebn hijet. \u00c7far\u00eb ndodhi, vall\u00eb? Heshta, mbylla syt\u00eb prap\u00eb.
\n– Oh, – m\u00eb iku kok\u00ebs. – Oh… po kjo qenka vet\u00ebm p\u00ebrralla, q\u00eb kaq her\u00eb ma kishte folur gjyshja para gjumit, p\u00ebr njeriun e \u00e7uditsh\u00ebm dhe shum\u00eb misterioz, i cili p\u00ebr asnj\u00eb \u00e7ast nuk gjente qet\u00ebsi shpirt\u00ebrore. Pasurin\u00eb e vet t\u00eb madhe nuk gjente vend t\u00eb sigurt ta fshihte. E fshehu n\u00eb tok\u00eb-thell\u00eb, e nxori prap\u00eb nga aty. Nuk besonte as n\u00eb vete as n\u00eb asgj\u00eb. E fshehu n\u00eb zg\u00ebrbonj\u00ebn e nj\u00eb lisi, por aty nuk e la as gjysm\u00eb nate. Nuk e merrte gjumi. E mori arin nga aty, e – pasi mati e \u00e7mati, ia nxor brendin\u00eb nj\u00eb cope trungu me kujdes dhe n\u00ebp\u00ebr nj\u00eb hapje, e futi arin aty. E mbylli hapjen dhe trungun me arin brenda e la te drur\u00ebt e zjarrit n\u00eb oborr e iku n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi. Papritur ia krisi nj\u00eb shi i rrept\u00eb, i papar\u00eb. Lumi, q\u00eb ikte af\u00ebr sht\u00ebpis\u00eb s\u00eb t\u00eb pasurit, v\u00ebrshoi jasht\u00eb shtratit t\u00eb vet. Val\u00ebt e ujit, t\u00eb ashpra, e bart\u00ebn me vete cop\u00ebn e trungut posht\u00eb lumit larg e larg, q\u00eb n\u00eb fund ta hidhnin n\u00eb breg. Aty kaluan – n\u00ebn rrebeshin e shiut, dy vet\u00eb.
\n– Na mbyti shiu,- tha i pari.
\n– Do t\u00eb s\u00ebmuremi, – shtoi i dyti. \u2013
\n– Uh, – b\u00ebri i pari, – mora n\u00eb thua n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb cop\u00eb trungu, sa s`u rr\u00ebzova.
\n– Ta marrim me vete, – tha i dyti.
\n– Pse, \u00e7far\u00eb na duhet?
\n– E bartim deri te dera e sht\u00ebpis\u00eb s\u00eb par\u00eb dhe aty trokasim n\u00eb der\u00eb.
\n– E pastaj, – tha i dyti.
\n– Sapo t\u00eb shfaqet n\u00eb der\u00eb i zoti i sht\u00ebpis\u00eb, natyrisht i buz\u00ebqeshur – me bujarin\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00eb pret njeriu yn\u00eb, do t`i themi.
\n– A do mysafir, e ai natyrisht do t\u00eb thot\u00eb.
\n– O mir\u00eb se u ka pru zoti… Po kjo cop\u00eb trungu \u00e7far\u00eb u duhet?!
\n– Do t\u00eb \u00e7uditet… apo jo?
\n– Le t\u00eb \u00e7uditet. Ia zgjasim cop\u00ebn e trungut. \u201cCop\u00ebtoje, – i themi, – b\u00ebre dru zjarri. T\u00eb ngrohemi… na ka b\u00ebr\u00eb qull shiu dhe kemi shum\u00eb t\u00eb ftoht\u00eb…
\n– Kam dru un\u00eb, hyni brenda.
\n– Po, po – do t`i p\u00ebrgjigjemi, por s` desh\u00ebm t`iu harxhojm\u00eb…
\nAshtu dhe b\u00ebn\u00eb. I zoti i sht\u00ebpis\u00eb e mori cop\u00ebn e drurit dhe sapo e \u00e7au mbet pa frym\u00eb nga ajo q\u00eb pa. Gjith\u00eb ai ar, q\u00eb shk\u00eblqeu papritur. E thirri gruan e vet e i tregoi p\u00ebr trungun dhe arin. Ajo ia b\u00ebri:
\n– Or, burr\u00eb, \u00ebsht\u00eb mir\u00eb ndoshta ta gatuaj nj\u00eb buk\u00eb p\u00ebr k\u00ebta dy fakir\u00eb e t`ua japim me vete n\u00eb m\u00ebngjes.
\n– B\u00ebn si t\u00eb duash, – ia b\u00ebri i zoti i sht\u00ebpis\u00eb.
\nGruaja gatoi nj\u00eb buk\u00eb dhe brenda futi nj\u00eb pjes\u00eb t\u00eb arit q\u00eb gjet\u00ebn brenda trungut. N\u00eb m\u00ebngjes, i zoti i sht\u00ebpis\u00eb ua ofroi buk\u00ebn.
\n– \u00c7` na duhet kjo? – tha burri i par\u00eb.
\n– P\u00ebr rrug\u00eb, mund t`iu z\u00eb uria ndoshta…
\n– Jo, jo, – tha burri i dyt\u00eb, – nuk na duhet.
\nI zoti i sht\u00ebpis\u00eb megjithat\u00eb k\u00ebmb\u00ebnguli dhe ua dha buk\u00ebn. Ata e mor\u00ebn dhe vazhduan rrug\u00ebn. Nga po ecnin, te nj\u00eb krua v\u00ebrejt\u00ebn nj\u00eb burr\u00eb, nj\u00eb grua e nj\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00eb, i cili qante me z\u00eb.
\n– \u00c7far\u00eb ka f\u00ebmija? – tha burri i par\u00eb.
\n– Mos \u00ebsht\u00eb i s\u00ebmur\u00eb, – tha i dyti.
\n– Jo, jo… – tha gruaja. – Qan se \u00ebsht\u00eb i uritur. Mos keni ndonj\u00eb kafshore buk\u00eb.
\n– Po … kemi, – than\u00eb me nj\u00eb z\u00eb dy burrat dhe ua dhan\u00eb buk\u00ebn e vajt\u00ebn rrug\u00ebs s\u00eb vet.
\nGruaja e nxor nga torba buk\u00ebn, q\u00eb ua lan\u00eb ata, e – duke i uruar, e theu nj\u00eb cop\u00eb. Dhe, sapo ia zgjaste cop\u00ebn e buk\u00ebs djalit t\u00eb uritur, v\u00ebrejti brenda buk\u00ebs shk\u00eblqimin e arit…
\nAjo shikonte at\u00eb shk\u00eblqim t\u00eb art\u00eb dhe q\u00ebndronte goj\u00ebhapur, pa nxjerr\u00eb fjal\u00eb nga goja…
\n– Ja, k\u00ebshtu… – mendova m\u00eb vete, – asgj\u00eb nuk dihet ku e ka fillim as fundin, asgj\u00eb nuk dihet ku dhe si do t\u00eb p\u00ebrfundoj\u00eb…
\n– \u00c7` po pret ende aty, or plak i gjor\u00eb, – m\u00eb p\u00ebrmendi z\u00ebri i gruas s\u00eb moshuar, i cili gj\u00ebmoi r\u00ebnd\u00eb dhe thell\u00eb. I hapa syt\u00eb dhe e shikova, ende pa ia dal\u00eb ta ngreh kok\u00ebn nga kraharori i babait. Ajo u afrua edhe m\u00eb shum\u00eb. – \u00c7`je gur\u00ebzuar aty e… pret kot. Pse s` b\u00ebn di\u00e7ka t`i shp\u00ebtosh vashat tua?! Pse s`i skajon ndokund, ore!
\n– E ku t`i skajoj, ku t`i d\u00ebrgoj, moj, ku?! Mua m`u kujtuan dhe nj\u00eb her\u00eb hija ime e ajo e babait nga ecnin n\u00ebp\u00ebr shi dhe flak\u00eb, nga i iknin vetes e i afroheshin nj\u00eb cope trungu n\u00eb breg t\u00eb ujit.
\n– Or, baba, – ia b\u00ebra. – Askush nuk do t`ia dal\u00eb t\u00eb marr\u00eb asgj\u00eb n\u00eb varr.
\nBabai m\u00eb shikoi thell\u00eb i hutuar dhe \u00e7uditsh\u00ebm… Un\u00eb ikja vetes, gjith\u00eb habi. Pse tash kjo, \u00e7far\u00eb ngjau. Nga \u00e7` gjith\u00ebsi zgjohesha dhe arrija t\u00eb isha prap\u00eb aty ku m\u00eb peshonin k\u00ebmb\u00ebt.
\n– \u00c7far\u00eb thua, – m\u00eb shikoi babai dhe m`i l\u00ebmoi flok\u00ebt.
\n-Un\u00eb mendoja se t\u00eb humba, moj.
\n– Asgj\u00eb, asgj\u00eb… – e shikova. Ama nga vendi prej nga kthehesha kuptova se asgj\u00eb nuk vlen p\u00ebrve\u00e7 shpirtit.
\n– Ashtu… ama, d\u00ebgjo… duhet menduar dhe p\u00ebr gj\u00ebra q\u00eb nuk lidhen k\u00ebshtu… – tha ai.
\n– Po duhet b\u00ebr\u00eb di\u00e7ka ta shp\u00ebtojm\u00eb kok\u00ebn… asgj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr. Sepse, asgj\u00eb s` do t\u00eb marrim me vete, – m`u kujtua prap\u00eb trungu i mbushur p\u00ebrbrenda me ar.
\n– Pse ma thua k\u00ebt\u00eb.
\n– Vet\u00ebm t\u00eb ta kujtoj se qefini nuk ka xhepa baba.
\n– Nuk ka. Nuk ka… – fliste babai, nd\u00ebrsa gruaja e moshuar m\u00eb shikonte me habi.
\n– E sheh, plak, sa nuk i ke humbur fare vajzat, – tha gruaja n\u00eb mosh\u00eb me ashp\u00ebrsi.
\n– E shoh… po, e shoh, ama \u00e7far\u00eb t\u00eb b\u00ebj?
\n– \u00c7far\u00eb pret, – iu afrua edhe m\u00eb af\u00ebr gruaja n\u00eb mosh\u00eb. – D\u00ebrgoji menj\u00ebher\u00eb… pa humbur asnj\u00eb \u00e7ast… atje. Ja, atje… A ia sheh minaren xhamis\u00eb. Atje, – zgjaste dor\u00ebn lart ajo.
\n– Po, e shoh minaren, – murmuroi babai.
\n– Eh, atje d\u00ebrgoji! Babai uli kok\u00ebn dhe p\u00ebr nj\u00eb koh\u00eb t\u00eb gjat\u00eb nuk tha fjal\u00eb m\u00eb. Ma mori nj\u00ebr\u00ebn dor\u00eb, ma hodhi rreth qaf\u00ebs s\u00eb vet dhe ashtu eci. T\u00eb nj\u00ebjt\u00ebn gj\u00eb, n\u00eb krahun tjet\u00ebr e b\u00ebri Tringa. L\u00ebviz\u00ebm ngadal\u00eb dhe dol\u00ebm nga kolona. Me ne vinte dhe gruaja n\u00eb mosh\u00eb. Ende s` mund t`i hapja syt\u00eb, ama e hetoja nga frym\u00ebmarrja t\u00eb jet\u00eb ajo. Me t\u00eb marr\u00eb e l\u00ebshuar jasht\u00eb frym\u00ebn i ikte edhe nj\u00eb g\u00ebrhitje e r\u00ebnd\u00eb. Mor\u00ebm t\u00eb largoheshim nga kolona. Me l\u00ebvizje breshke ecnim shpatull\u00ebs s\u00eb nj\u00eb kodre t\u00eb mbushur me driza. I hapa syt\u00eb dhe kaq larg m`u duk maja e xhamis\u00eb.
\n– Uh, – ia b\u00ebra.
\n– Vet\u00ebm deri aty, vet\u00ebm – m\u00eb shikoi Tringa. – Deri te xhamia, – murmuriti nd\u00ebr dh\u00ebmb\u00eb pastaj.
\n– Q\u00ebndro. Af\u00ebr \u00ebsht\u00eb, – tha plaka n\u00eb mosh\u00eb.
\n– Nuk do t`ia dal\u00eb t\u00eb arrij\u00eb gjall\u00eb kjo… – shprehu brengosje t\u00eb thell\u00eb Tringa.
\n– Po, po… – tha babai. – Do t\u00eb arrij\u00eb gjall\u00eb dhe shpejt do t\u00eb b\u00ebj\u00eb m\u00eb mir\u00eb… Tringa nuk e shikoi fare. Uli kok\u00ebn dhe heshti gjat\u00eb, shum\u00eb e mllefosur dhe e shqet\u00ebsuar. E ndieja qart\u00eb nga dridhej varg e vij\u00eb trupit…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Fatmire Duraku (Insert nga romani \u201cOra me qostek\u00eb\u201d) Ecim, ecim… me gjysm\u00eb fryme ecim. Ecim e askush nuk e ka t\u00eb qart\u00eb sa koh\u00eb ka q\u00eb ecim dhe nga ecim, p\u00ebr ku ecim?! – Sa koh\u00eb ka q\u00eb ecim… – tha Tringa, e un\u00eb e shikova gjith\u00eb habi. – Nj\u00eb vit, – foli dikush nga […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":39363,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[8,11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-47471","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","category-letersi","category-roman"],"yoast_head":"\nMes shpres\u00ebs dhe dhembjes - FJALA e LIR\u00cb<\/title>\n<meta name=\"robots\" content=\"index, follow, max-snippet:-1, max-image-preview:large, max-video-preview:-1\" \/>\n<link rel=\"canonical\" href=\"https:\/\/jehonashqiptare.al\/fjala\/mes-shpreses-dhe-dhembjes\/\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:locale\" content=\"en_US\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:type\" content=\"article\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:title\" content=\"Mes shpres\u00ebs dhe dhembjes - FJALA e LIR\u00cb\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:description\" content=\"Fatmire Duraku (Insert nga romani \u201cOra me qostek\u00eb\u201d) Ecim, ecim… me gjysm\u00eb fryme ecim. 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