Nga Athina shkruan Shpetim Zinxhiria<\/p>\n
Un\u00eb kam lindur n\u00eb Pire. N\u00ebna ime ishte e mrekullueshme, modele e drejt\u00eb. Ajo nuk punoi sepse u dashurua marr\u00ebzisht me babain tim (me profesion m\u00ebsues) i cili i k\u00ebrkoi t\u00eb mos punonte p\u00ebr t\u00eb q\u00ebndruar n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi dhe p\u00ebr t\u00eb rritur f\u00ebmij\u00ebt. N\u00ebna ime donte shum\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00eb por m\u00eb n\u00eb fund pas meje u b\u00eb nj\u00eb gabim gjat\u00eb lindjes dhe i hoq\u00ebn mitr\u00ebn. K\u00ebshtu q\u00eb ajo nuk mund t\u00eb b\u00ebnte asgj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr.<\/p>\n
K\u00ebshtu e kuptoni se cila ishte dob\u00ebsia ime. Nuk m\u00eb mungonte asgj\u00eb dhe n\u00ebse e kisha, e kisha para se ta k\u00ebrkoja. Shumic\u00ebn e koh\u00ebs e kaloja me n\u00ebn\u00ebn time, babai erdhi nga Universiteti n\u00eb mesdit\u00eb dhe humbi n\u00eb librat e tij deri n\u00eb or\u00ebt e vona t\u00eb nat\u00ebs. Nj\u00eb dit\u00eb e mor\u00ebn n\u00ebn\u00ebn time nga Universiteti dhe i than\u00eb t\u00eb ikte se di\u00e7ka kishte ndodhur. Babai u rr\u00ebzua aty ku jepte m\u00ebsim, i kishte pushuar zemra, ishte vet\u00ebm 45 vje\u00e7.<\/p>\n
Befas brenda nat\u00ebs, ajo mbeti vet\u00ebm me nj\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00eb t\u00eb vog\u00ebl, mbeti me mua. Ishte n\u00eb mosh\u00ebn 27-vje\u00e7are. T\u00eb gjith\u00eb ia kthyen shpin\u00ebn dhe prind\u00ebrit e saj ende nuk shqet\u00ebsoheshin. E keqja \u00ebsht\u00eb se ajo nuk ka punuar dhe deri at\u00ebher\u00eb nuk ka ditur t\u00eb b\u00ebj\u00eb asgj\u00eb q\u00eb ne t\u00eb jetonim. E bukur sa ishte dhe nj\u00eb vejush\u00eb aq e re, nuk kaloi shum\u00eb q\u00eb emri i saj doli n\u00eb drit\u00eb por nuk i interesonte. Ajo ishte gjithmon\u00eb e buz\u00ebqeshur dhe fliste mir\u00eb edhe me ata q\u00eb dinte se flisnin keq p\u00ebr t\u00eb. Kuptimi i saj i vet\u00ebm ishte q\u00eb t\u00eb mos hidh\u00ebrohesha dhe t\u00eb mos m\u00eb privohej asgj\u00eb.<\/p>\n
Filloi t\u00eb lante shkall\u00ebt dhe rrobat n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi t\u00eb tjera. E d\u00ebgjova duke th\u00ebn\u00eb se burrat po hidheshin kund\u00ebr saj dhe ajo duhej t\u00eb ndalonte dhe t\u00eb hiqte dor\u00eb. Her\u00eb t\u00eb tjera i jepeshin pun\u00eb t\u00eb r\u00ebnda me q\u00ebllim p\u00ebr ta lodhur dhe p\u00ebr t\u00eb mos shkuar m\u00eb, sepse zonjat e sht\u00ebpis\u00eb ndiheshin t\u00eb k\u00ebrc\u00ebnuara.<\/p>\n
Pas ca koh\u00ebsh, ajo filloi t\u00eb sillte shum\u00eb para n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi. Nj\u00eb shum\u00eb e pashpjegueshme parash. K\u00ebpuc\u00eb t\u00eb reja p\u00ebr mua, mish dy her\u00eb n\u00eb jav\u00eb. Ajo tha se u pun\u00ebsua n\u00eb nj\u00eb sht\u00ebpi t\u00eb pasur dhe se i kishin paguar dyfishin e parave sepse ishte mir\u00eb, por duhej t\u00eb ishte larg disa mbr\u00ebmjeve. \u00c7far\u00eb mund t\u00eb thot\u00eb nj\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00eb 10 vje\u00e7?<\/p>\n
P\u00ebr tre vjet, \u00e7do dit\u00eb, n\u00ebna ime dilte nga dyqani i k\u00ebpucarit mbr\u00ebmjeve para se t\u00eb shkonte n\u00eb\u2026\u201dpun\u00eb\u201d dhe m\u00eb linte ushqim dhe para. Ajo q\u00ebndronte jasht\u00eb, duke qar\u00eb dhe duke folur me vete. \u201cF\u00ebmija im kryq, m\u00eb fal, m\u00eb kupto\u201d. \u00c7do nat\u00eb nj\u00ebsoj p\u00ebr tre vjet. Nj\u00eb Vit t\u00eb Ri ajo q\u00ebndronte jasht\u00eb n\u00eb d\u00ebbor\u00eb, e dridhur dhe e mavijosur nga ngrica, duke qar\u00eb dhe duke p\u00ebrplasur der\u00ebn. I hapa dhe k\u00ebshtu ajo m\u00eb \u00e7oi p\u00ebrs\u00ebri n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi. Pas disa muajsh u larguam dhe u vendos\u00ebm vet\u00eb n\u00eb nj\u00eb pallat.<\/p>\n
Ajo vazhdoi k\u00ebt\u00eb pun\u00eb, nuk e pyeta m\u00eb. N\u00eb nj\u00eb moment u rrit dhe u ndal. M\u00eb bleu nj\u00eb sht\u00ebpi, m\u00eb ndihmoi me martes\u00ebn dhe f\u00ebmij\u00ebt e mi. Ajo nuk u martua kurr\u00eb, nuk mendoj se ka pasur ndonj\u00eb lidhje pas k\u00ebsaj. Ajo mund t\u00eb ket\u00eb qen\u00eb i neveritur me gjith\u00e7ka q\u00eb pa atje. Pak para fundit t\u00eb jet\u00ebs s\u00eb saj, ajo bleu nj\u00eb sht\u00ebpi t\u00eb vog\u00ebl n\u00eb maj\u00eb t\u00eb nj\u00eb mali n\u00eb nj\u00eb fshat af\u00ebr Athin\u00ebs dhe doli n\u00eb pension atje, n\u00eb paqe.<\/p>\n
Asnj\u00ebher\u00eb nuk diskutuam se \u00e7far\u00eb ndodhi at\u00ebher\u00eb. Pse nuk b\u00ebri ndonj\u00eb pun\u00eb tjet\u00ebr, pse duhej ta b\u00ebnte k\u00ebt\u00eb pun\u00eb, pse nuk e mendoi se sa na torturonte kjo, si do t\u00eb ndihesha po ta merrja vesh, q\u00eb m\u00eb n\u00eb fund e mora vesh dhe n\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00ebn m\u00eb t\u00eb keqe. Q\u00eb kur isha 18 vje\u00e7 e deri sa ajo nd\u00ebrroi jet\u00eb, nuk kemi folur kurr\u00eb.<\/p>\n
Ajo m\u00eb kishte th\u00ebn\u00eb vet\u00ebm nj\u00eb gj\u00eb.
\n\u201cBeimi djali im, as n\u00eb vet\u00eb n\u00ebn\u00ebn t\u00ebnde.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sa te drejte kishte.<\/p>\n
Mami, nuk m\u00eb intereson \u00e7far\u00eb ke b\u00ebr\u00eb me trupin t\u00ebnd, por me shpirtin t\u00ebnd.<\/p>\n
Dhe shpirti yt, zemra jote, m\u00eb p\u00ebrqafoi i t\u00ebri dhe nuk m\u00eb la t\u00eb ndihem p\u00ebr asnj\u00eb \u00e7ast sepse nuk kisha baba.<\/p>\n
P\u00ebr mua pasioni \u00ebsht\u00eb n\u00eb zem\u00ebr, jo n\u00eb trup.<\/p>\n
Edhe un\u00eb jam rritur nga nj\u00eb zonj\u00eb.<\/p>\n
Mami, faleminderit!
\nStavro.
\n\u03a4\u0399 \u039b\u0395\u03a3 \u03a4\u03a9\u03a1\u0391<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Nga Athina shkruan Shpetim Zinxhiria Un\u00eb kam lindur n\u00eb Pire. N\u00ebna ime ishte e mrekullueshme, modele e drejt\u00eb. Ajo nuk punoi sepse u dashurua marr\u00ebzisht me babain tim (me profesion m\u00ebsues) i cili i k\u00ebrkoi t\u00eb mos punonte p\u00ebr t\u00eb q\u00ebndruar n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi dhe p\u00ebr t\u00eb rritur f\u00ebmij\u00ebt. N\u00ebna ime donte shum\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00eb por m\u00eb […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":47910,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-47909","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","5":"has-post-thumbnail","7":"category-rajoni"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/neutrale.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/47909","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/neutrale.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/neutrale.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/neutrale.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/neutrale.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=47909"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/neutrale.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/47909\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":47911,"href":"https:\/\/neutrale.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/47909\/revisions\/47911"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/neutrale.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/47910"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/neutrale.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=47909"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/neutrale.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=47909"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/neutrale.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=47909"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}