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Armela P\u00ebrleka | 27.06.2020 | nyje.al <\/strong><\/span><\/p>

T\u00eb shumt\u00eb ishin klient\u00ebt t\u00eb cil\u00ebve iu sh\u00ebrbeja n\u00eb kiosk\u00ebn e vog\u00ebl ambulante ku punoja, por monotonin\u00eb e asaj dite t\u00eb zakonshme pune n\u00ebn zhurm\u00ebn e Tiran\u00ebs, do ta thyente Sara, nj\u00eb 10-vje\u00e7are \u00a0zeshkane dhe plot jet\u00eb q\u00eb endej zbathur at\u00eb dit\u00eb t\u00eb nxeht\u00eb vere. Sara b\u00ebnte disa ecajake t\u00eb \u00e7uditshme \u00a0rreth kiosk\u00ebs. Di\u00e7ka k\u00ebrkonte. Kur iu afrova t’i flas, m\u00eb p\u00ebrpin\u00eb\u00a0 syt\u00eb e saj t\u00eb m\u00ebdhenj e t\u00eb zinj q\u00eb v\u00ebshtir\u00eb t’i kisha hasur diku tjet\u00ebr. V\u00ebshtrimi i Sar\u00ebs ishte deri diku i mistersh\u00ebm dhe dukej se m\u00eb ftonte n\u00eb nj\u00eb udh\u00ebtim t\u00eb gjat\u00eb q\u00eb di\u00e7ka do t\u00eb m\u00eb m\u00ebsonte.<\/span><\/p>

Isha gati \u00a0ta pyesja se me \u00e7far\u00eb mund ta ndihmoja, kur z\u00ebri i saj i \u00ebmb\u00ebl m\u00eb k\u00ebrkon nj\u00eb nga flet\u00ebt e procesverbalit t\u00eb turnit tim dhe nj\u00eb stilolaps. \u201cA mund t\u2019i kem k\u00ebto se m\u00eb ka marr\u00eb v\u00ebrtet malli t\u00eb shkruaj\u201d, m\u00eb tha \u00a0vajza pa i ngritur \u00a0syt\u00eb \u00a0nga toka. \u201cUn\u00eb duhet t\u00eb isha n\u00eb klas\u00eb t\u00eb dyt\u00eb, por mami u s\u00ebmur nj\u00eb dit\u00eb dhe nuk mund ta lija m\u00eb vet\u00ebm.\u201d N\u00eb nj\u00eb mosh\u00eb kur \u00a0duhet t\u00eb krijoj\u00eb \u00a0kujtimet m\u00eb t\u00eb bukura t\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00ebris\u00eb, nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb e vog\u00ebl vjen e t\u00eb thot\u00eb se po mban mbi supe nj\u00eb pesh\u00eb t\u00eb rriturish. Ajo vazhdon t\u00eb m\u00eb tregoj\u00eb \u00a0nd\u00ebrkoh\u00eb q\u00eb ka rr\u00ebmbyer flet\u00ebn e bardh\u00eb ku \u00a0disa vizatime t\u00eb \u00e7uditshme kan\u00eb nisur t\u00eb marrin jet\u00eb. \u201cBabin nuk e kam. Ai iku n\u00eb qiell q\u00eb kur un\u00eb isha tek barku i mamit. Sa her\u00eb dal n\u00eb m\u00ebngjes p\u00ebr t\u00eb shkuar n\u00eb pun\u00eb, i lutem atij t\u00eb m\u00eb ndihmoj\u00eb.\u201d<\/span>
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N\u00eb pun\u00eb?! E pyes p\u00ebr t\u00eb ditur di\u00e7ka m\u00eb tep\u00ebr, por Sara humbej n\u00eb vizatimin e saj dhe harronte t\u00eb m\u00eb \u00a0p\u00ebrgjigjej. \u201cPo, punoj. Dal \u00e7do dit\u00eb me at\u00eb kutin\u00eb aty dhe pastroj xhamat e makinave t\u00eb \u201cxhaxhave\u201d sepse mami nuk punon dot. Po mami jot punon?\u201d Teksa zgjata kok\u00ebn t\u00eb shihja at\u00eb kuti k\u00ebpuc\u00ebsh t\u00eb vjet\u00ebr e t\u00eb zez\u00eb q\u00eb mbant\u00eb nj\u00eb leck\u00eb dhe nj\u00eb shishe me pak shkum\u00eb brenda, syt\u00eb po m\u00eb digjnin nga lot\u00ebt q\u00eb nuk binin p\u00ebr t\u00eb mos l\u00ebnduar vog\u00eblushen.<\/span><\/p>

Sara ndenji gjat\u00eb me mua at\u00eb dit\u00eb, derisa i mbyll\u00ebm bashk\u00eb or\u00ebt e turnit t\u00eb paradites. Ajo nuk u lodh s\u00eb vizatuari mbi flet\u00ebn mb\u00ebshtetur n\u00eb nj\u00eb stol e me gjunj\u00ebt e njom\u00eb n\u00eb pllakat e ftohta t\u00eb trotuarit. Dukej se ata gjunj\u00eb t\u00eb brisht\u00eb ishin kalitur tashm\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb p\u00ebrballuar rrug\u00eb m\u00eb t\u00eb gjata e m\u00eb t\u00eb ftohta se trotuar\u00ebt e Tiran\u00ebs.<\/span>
U p\u00ebrshendeta me Sar\u00ebn dhe i k\u00ebrkova t\u00eb kalonte s\u00ebrisht t\u00eb nes\u00ebrmen p\u00ebr t\u00eb m\u00eb takuar. Mora autobusin p\u00ebr n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi. Mendja m\u00eb rrinte te Sara q\u00eb duhej t\u00eb kishte filluar pun\u00ebn n\u00ebn at\u00eb diell p\u00ebrv\u00eblues. Kur zbrita, k\u00ebmb\u00ebt m\u00eb \u00e7uan n\u00eb librarin\u00eb e vog\u00ebl t\u00eb qytetit. Rr\u00ebmbej disa lapsa me ngjyra dhe nj\u00eb fletore t\u00eb madhe vizatimi, nd\u00ebrkoh\u00eb q\u00eb syt\u00eb m\u00eb shkojn\u00eb tek nj\u00eb roman q\u00eb kisha koh\u00eb pa e hapur, \u00a0\u201cZemra\u201c e Edmondo de Amicis. Kisha menduar p\u00ebr Sar\u00ebn si p\u00ebr \u00a0personazhet e atij romani, pjes\u00eb e nj\u00eb procesi t\u00eb nd\u00ebrlikuar jete.<\/span><\/p>

Or\u00ebt kalonin dhe un\u00eb \u00a0me padurimin e nj\u00eb f\u00ebmije, prisja t\u00eb vinte sa m\u00eb shpejt e nes\u00ebrmja. P\u00ebr mua nuk ishte m\u00eb nj\u00eb dit\u00eb e zakonshme pune. Sado klient\u00ebt nuk reshtnin, \u00a0prisja vet\u00ebm Sar\u00ebn t\u00eb vinte me at\u00eb kutin\u00eb e zez\u00eb n\u00eb duart e saj t\u00eb vogla dhe t\u00eb m\u00eb p\u00ebrsh\u00ebndeste. Dhe n\u00eb fakt ashtu ndodhi. Ishte thuajse mesdit\u00eb kur ajo u shfaq n\u00eb der\u00ebn e kiosk\u00ebs prej llamarine q\u00eb nuk ishte m\u00eb e nj\u00ebjta pa imazhin e Sar\u00ebs q\u00eb vizatonte. \u201cU vonova pak sot, e di, po k\u00ebta \u201cxhaxhat\u201d jan\u00eb b\u00ebr\u00eb aq dembel, sa edhe xhamin e makin\u00ebs nuk pastrojn\u00eb\u201d, m\u00eb tha vajza duke qeshur.<\/span><\/p>

Ah, moj Sara! Ta dije ti se ne t\u00eb rriturit, jemi aq t\u00eb z\u00ebn\u00eb me demek hallet tona, sa nuk v\u00ebm\u00eb re shpirtrat luftarak si ti q\u00eb jeta i ka ngarkuar me nj\u00eb mision t\u00eb v\u00ebshtir\u00eb. \u201cP\u00ebr mua? V\u00ebrtet?, – m\u00eb pyeti ajo kur i zgjata \u00e7ant\u00ebn modeste q\u00eb shpresoja shum\u00eb ta z\u00ebvend\u00ebsonte me at\u00eb kuti t\u00eb err\u00ebt q\u00eb mbante \u00e7do dit\u00eb n\u00eb duar. Gj\u00ebja e par\u00eb q\u00eb b\u00ebri, provoi stilolapsin n\u00eb flet\u00ebn e bardh\u00eb dhe nuk vonoi t\u00eb m\u00eb thot\u00eb se kishte qejf t\u00eb b\u00ebnte nj\u00eb vizatim p\u00ebr mua n\u00eb shenj\u00eb falenderimi. Buz\u00ebqeshja e saj i tha t\u00eb gjitha. At\u00eb buz\u00ebqeshje nuk e kishte shuar asgj\u00eb nga ato q\u00eb fati i kishte rezervuar. E kush isha un\u00eb q\u00eb ta b\u00ebja?<\/span><\/p>

Vog\u00eblushja kishte marr\u00eb nj\u00eb dhurat\u00eb, por ajo nuk e dinte \u00e7far\u00eb m\u00eb kishte falur mua takimi me t\u00eb. Sara \u00ebsht\u00eb nga ato raste q\u00eb i mban mend sa t\u00eb kesh jet\u00eb dhe t\u00eb kujtojn\u00eb se diku aty jasht\u00eb ka ende sakrific\u00eb, ka ende vet\u00ebmohim. Diku aty jasht\u00eb gjenden njer\u00ebz si Sara q\u00eb ndoshta nuk ke fatin ti njoh\u00ebsh nga af\u00ebr, por q\u00eb pas \u00e7do rituali t\u00eb tyre n\u00eb dukje normal, \u00a0fshihet nj\u00eb histori dhimbjeje e sakrifice. Aty jasht\u00eb ka f\u00ebmij\u00eb q\u00eb duart nuk iu kan\u00eb z\u00ebn\u00eb lodra \u00a0f\u00ebmij\u00ebrie, por mjete \u00a0pune p\u00ebr t\u00eb siguruar nj\u00eb dit\u00eb m\u00eb shum\u00eb n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb bot\u00eb q\u00eb nuk jam e sigurt, n\u00ebse meriton shpirtra si t\u00eb Sar\u00ebs. Nj\u00ebsoj si romani i Edmondo de Amicis-it, edhe Sara t\u00eb b\u00ebn t\u00eb lutesh p\u00ebr t\u00eb q\u00ebn\u00eb pjes\u00eb e nj\u00eb kohe ku gj\u00ebrat n\u00eb t\u00ebr\u00ebsi duken aq t\u00eb thjeshta e ku vlerat e virtytet ende vler\u00ebsohen e duartrokiten. Duhej Sara p\u00ebr t\u00eb m\u00eb kujtuar se para sfidave dhe sakrific\u00ebs s\u00eb saj, t\u00eb gjith\u00eb jemi shum\u00eb t\u00eb vegj\u00ebl e prap\u00ebseprap\u00eb ajo vog\u00eblushe ka forc\u00ebn t\u00eb buz\u00ebqesh e ndri\u00e7oj\u00eb si dielli pas stuhis\u00eb.<\/span>
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Armela P\u00ebrleka | 27.06.2020 | nyje.al T\u00eb shumt\u00eb ishin klient\u00ebt t\u00eb cil\u00ebve iu sh\u00ebrbeja n\u00eb kiosk\u00ebn e vog\u00ebl ambulante ku punoja, por monotonin\u00eb e asaj dite t\u00eb zakonshme pune n\u00ebn zhurm\u00ebn e Tiran\u00ebs, do ta thyente Sara, nj\u00eb 10-vje\u00e7are \u00a0zeshkane dhe plot jet\u00eb q\u00eb endej zbathur at\u00eb dit\u00eb t\u00eb nxeht\u00eb vere. Sara b\u00ebnte disa ecajake t\u00eb \u00e7uditshme \u00a0rreth kiosk\u00ebs. Di\u00e7ka k\u00ebrkonte. Kur iu afrova t’i flas, m\u00eb p\u00ebrpin\u00eb\u00a0 syt\u00eb e saj t\u00eb m\u00ebdhenj e t\u00eb zinj q\u00eb v\u00ebshtir\u00eb t’i kisha hasur diku tjet\u00ebr. V\u00ebshtrimi i Sar\u00ebs ishte deri diku i mistersh\u00ebm dhe dukej se m\u00eb ftonte n\u00eb nj\u00eb udh\u00ebtim t\u00eb gjat\u00eb q\u00eb di\u00e7ka do t\u00eb m\u00eb m\u00ebsonte. Isha gati \u00a0ta pyesja se me \u00e7far\u00eb mund ta ndihmoja, kur z\u00ebri i saj i \u00ebmb\u00ebl m\u00eb k\u00ebrkon nj\u00eb nga flet\u00ebt e procesverbalit t\u00eb turnit tim dhe nj\u00eb stilolaps. \u201cA mund t\u2019i kem k\u00ebto se m\u00eb ka marr\u00eb v\u00ebrtet malli t\u00eb shkruaj\u201d, m\u00eb tha \u00a0vajza pa i ngritur \u00a0syt\u00eb \u00a0nga toka. \u201cUn\u00eb duhet t\u00eb isha n\u00eb klas\u00eb t\u00eb dyt\u00eb, por mami u s\u00ebmur nj\u00eb dit\u00eb dhe nuk mund ta lija m\u00eb vet\u00ebm.\u201d N\u00eb nj\u00eb mosh\u00eb kur \u00a0duhet t\u00eb krijoj\u00eb \u00a0kujtimet m\u00eb t\u00eb bukura t\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00ebris\u00eb, nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb e vog\u00ebl vjen e t\u00eb thot\u00eb se po mban mbi supe nj\u00eb pesh\u00eb t\u00eb rriturish. Ajo vazhdon t\u00eb m\u00eb tregoj\u00eb \u00a0nd\u00ebrkoh\u00eb q\u00eb ka rr\u00ebmbyer flet\u00ebn e bardh\u00eb ku \u00a0disa vizatime t\u00eb \u00e7uditshme kan\u00eb nisur t\u00eb marrin jet\u00eb. \u201cBabin nuk e kam. Ai iku n\u00eb qiell q\u00eb kur un\u00eb isha tek barku i mamit. Sa her\u00eb dal n\u00eb m\u00ebngjes p\u00ebr t\u00eb shkuar n\u00eb pun\u00eb, i lutem atij t\u00eb m\u00eb ndihmoj\u00eb.\u201dN\u00eb pun\u00eb?! E pyes p\u00ebr t\u00eb ditur di\u00e7ka m\u00eb tep\u00ebr, por Sara humbej n\u00eb vizatimin e saj dhe harronte t\u00eb m\u00eb \u00a0p\u00ebrgjigjej. \u201cPo, punoj. Dal \u00e7do dit\u00eb me at\u00eb kutin\u00eb aty dhe pastroj xhamat e makinave t\u00eb \u201cxhaxhave\u201d sepse mami nuk punon dot. Po mami jot punon?\u201d Teksa zgjata kok\u00ebn t\u00eb shihja at\u00eb kuti k\u00ebpuc\u00ebsh t\u00eb vjet\u00ebr e t\u00eb zez\u00eb q\u00eb mbant\u00eb nj\u00eb leck\u00eb dhe nj\u00eb shishe me pak shkum\u00eb brenda, syt\u00eb po m\u00eb digjnin nga lot\u00ebt q\u00eb nuk binin p\u00ebr t\u00eb mos l\u00ebnduar vog\u00eblushen. Sara ndenji gjat\u00eb me mua at\u00eb dit\u00eb, derisa i mbyll\u00ebm bashk\u00eb or\u00ebt e turnit t\u00eb paradites. Ajo nuk u lodh s\u00eb vizatuari mbi flet\u00ebn mb\u00ebshtetur n\u00eb nj\u00eb stol e me gjunj\u00ebt e njom\u00eb n\u00eb pllakat e ftohta t\u00eb trotuarit. Dukej se ata gjunj\u00eb t\u00eb brisht\u00eb ishin kalitur tashm\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb p\u00ebrballuar rrug\u00eb m\u00eb t\u00eb gjata e m\u00eb t\u00eb ftohta se trotuar\u00ebt e Tiran\u00ebs.U p\u00ebrshendeta me Sar\u00ebn dhe i k\u00ebrkova t\u00eb kalonte s\u00ebrisht t\u00eb nes\u00ebrmen p\u00ebr t\u00eb m\u00eb takuar. Mora autobusin p\u00ebr n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi. Mendja m\u00eb rrinte te Sara q\u00eb duhej t\u00eb kishte filluar pun\u00ebn n\u00ebn at\u00eb diell p\u00ebrv\u00eblues. Kur zbrita, k\u00ebmb\u00ebt m\u00eb \u00e7uan n\u00eb librarin\u00eb e vog\u00ebl t\u00eb qytetit. Rr\u00ebmbej disa lapsa me ngjyra dhe nj\u00eb fletore t\u00eb madhe vizatimi, nd\u00ebrkoh\u00eb q\u00eb syt\u00eb m\u00eb shkojn\u00eb tek nj\u00eb roman q\u00eb kisha koh\u00eb pa e hapur, \u00a0\u201cZemra\u201c e Edmondo de Amicis. Kisha menduar p\u00ebr Sar\u00ebn si p\u00ebr \u00a0personazhet e atij romani, pjes\u00eb e nj\u00eb procesi t\u00eb nd\u00ebrlikuar jete. Or\u00ebt kalonin dhe un\u00eb \u00a0me padurimin e nj\u00eb f\u00ebmije, prisja t\u00eb vinte sa m\u00eb shpejt e nes\u00ebrmja. P\u00ebr mua nuk ishte m\u00eb nj\u00eb dit\u00eb e zakonshme pune. Sado klient\u00ebt nuk reshtnin, \u00a0prisja vet\u00ebm Sar\u00ebn t\u00eb vinte me at\u00eb kutin\u00eb e zez\u00eb n\u00eb duart e saj t\u00eb vogla dhe t\u00eb m\u00eb p\u00ebrsh\u00ebndeste. Dhe n\u00eb fakt ashtu ndodhi. Ishte thuajse mesdit\u00eb kur ajo u shfaq n\u00eb der\u00ebn e kiosk\u00ebs prej llamarine q\u00eb nuk ishte m\u00eb e nj\u00ebjta pa imazhin e Sar\u00ebs q\u00eb vizatonte. \u201cU vonova pak sot, e di, po k\u00ebta \u201cxhaxhat\u201d jan\u00eb b\u00ebr\u00eb aq dembel, sa edhe xhamin e makin\u00ebs nuk pastrojn\u00eb\u201d, m\u00eb tha vajza duke qeshur. Ah, moj Sara! Ta dije ti se ne t\u00eb rriturit, jemi aq t\u00eb z\u00ebn\u00eb me demek hallet tona, sa nuk v\u00ebm\u00eb re shpirtrat luftarak si ti q\u00eb jeta i ka ngarkuar me nj\u00eb mision t\u00eb v\u00ebshtir\u00eb. \u201cP\u00ebr mua? V\u00ebrtet?, – m\u00eb pyeti ajo kur i zgjata \u00e7ant\u00ebn modeste q\u00eb shpresoja shum\u00eb ta z\u00ebvend\u00ebsonte me at\u00eb kuti t\u00eb err\u00ebt q\u00eb mbante \u00e7do dit\u00eb n\u00eb duar. Gj\u00ebja e par\u00eb q\u00eb b\u00ebri, provoi stilolapsin n\u00eb flet\u00ebn e bardh\u00eb dhe nuk vonoi t\u00eb m\u00eb thot\u00eb se kishte qejf t\u00eb b\u00ebnte nj\u00eb vizatim p\u00ebr mua n\u00eb shenj\u00eb falenderimi. Buz\u00ebqeshja e saj i tha t\u00eb gjitha. At\u00eb buz\u00ebqeshje nuk e kishte shuar asgj\u00eb nga ato q\u00eb fati i kishte rezervuar. E kush isha un\u00eb q\u00eb ta b\u00ebja? Vog\u00eblushja kishte marr\u00eb nj\u00eb dhurat\u00eb, por ajo nuk e dinte \u00e7far\u00eb m\u00eb kishte falur mua takimi me t\u00eb. Sara \u00ebsht\u00eb nga ato raste q\u00eb i mban mend sa t\u00eb kesh jet\u00eb dhe t\u00eb kujtojn\u00eb se diku aty jasht\u00eb ka ende sakrific\u00eb, ka ende vet\u00ebmohim. Diku aty jasht\u00eb gjenden njer\u00ebz si Sara q\u00eb ndoshta nuk ke fatin ti njoh\u00ebsh nga af\u00ebr, por q\u00eb pas \u00e7do rituali t\u00eb tyre n\u00eb dukje normal, \u00a0fshihet nj\u00eb histori dhimbjeje e sakrifice. Aty jasht\u00eb ka f\u00ebmij\u00eb q\u00eb duart nuk iu kan\u00eb z\u00ebn\u00eb lodra \u00a0f\u00ebmij\u00ebrie, por mjete \u00a0pune p\u00ebr t\u00eb siguruar nj\u00eb dit\u00eb m\u00eb shum\u00eb n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb bot\u00eb q\u00eb nuk jam e sigurt, n\u00ebse meriton shpirtra si t\u00eb Sar\u00ebs. Nj\u00ebsoj si romani i Edmondo de Amicis-it, edhe Sara t\u00eb b\u00ebn t\u00eb lutesh p\u00ebr t\u00eb q\u00ebn\u00eb pjes\u00eb e nj\u00eb kohe ku gj\u00ebrat n\u00eb t\u00ebr\u00ebsi duken aq t\u00eb thjeshta e ku vlerat e virtytet ende vler\u00ebsohen e duartrokiten. Duhej Sara p\u00ebr t\u00eb m\u00eb kujtuar se para sfidave dhe sakrific\u00ebs s\u00eb saj, t\u00eb gjith\u00eb jemi shum\u00eb t\u00eb vegj\u00ebl e prap\u00ebseprap\u00eb ajo vog\u00eblushe ka forc\u00ebn t\u00eb buz\u00ebqesh e ndri\u00e7oj\u00eb si dielli pas stuhis\u00eb.Faleminderit 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