{"id":612482,"date":"2023-08-23T14:42:09","date_gmt":"2023-08-23T12:42:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.hashtag.al\/?p=612482"},"modified":"2023-08-23T14:43:07","modified_gmt":"2023-08-23T12:43:07","slug":"80-vjetori-i-babait","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.hashtag.al\/index.php\/2023\/08\/23\/80-vjetori-i-babait\/","title":{"rendered":"80 vjetori i babait","gt_translate_keys":[{"key":"rendered","format":"text"}]},"content":{"rendered":"

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Nga Ben Blushi<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Sikur im at\u00eb t\u00eb ishte sot, me siguri do m\u00eb thoshte shkojm\u00eb n\u00eb Dardh\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb festuar 80 vjetorin dhe tani mund ta imagjinoj si do ishte ngritur her\u00ebt n\u00eb m\u00ebngjes, at\u00ebher\u00eb kur t\u00eb gjith\u00eb do ishim duke fjetur dhe do ishte nisur n\u00eb k\u00ebmb\u00eb deri n\u00eb Sinic\u00eb, 4 kilometra m\u00eb larg, nj\u00eb fshat nga i cili kishte shum\u00eb kujtime bashk\u00eb me sht\u00ebpin\u00eb ku kishte lindur n\u00ebna e tij.<\/span><\/p>\n

Pasi t\u00eb futej n\u00eb at\u00eb sht\u00ebpi, duke shtyr\u00eb der\u00ebn e rr\u00ebzuar, do hapte nj\u00eb shteg mes ferrave dhe tr\u00ebndafilave t\u00eb eg\u00ebr q\u00eb t\u00eb ngjiten n\u00eb rroba, si dhe kumbllave e moll\u00ebve t\u00eb pakrasitura t\u00eb cilat kan\u00eb hyr\u00eb nga dritaret, n\u00eb k\u00ebrkim t\u00eb njer\u00ebzve q\u00eb dikur i kan\u00eb mbjell\u00eb. N\u00eb vend t\u00eb trokitjes, do fuste dor\u00ebn n\u00eb xhep, aty ku mbante cel\u00ebsat e tij t\u00eb zhurmsh\u00ebm dhe do afrohej n\u00eb ndonj\u00eb xham duke par\u00eb fytyr\u00ebn e tij t\u00eb pjekur nga dielli dhe mendimet. Nga lart\u00ebsia e atij oborri q\u00eb bije mbi rrug\u00ebn e pluhurosur t\u00eb Sinic\u00ebs, do p\u00ebrpiqej t\u00eb shikonte Dardh\u00ebn, q\u00eb fshihet n\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00eb dinake pas shum\u00eb kthesave dhe me siguri do mendonte se Dardha \u00ebsht\u00eb m\u00eb e bukur, por Sinica \u00ebsht\u00eb m\u00eb e dashur.<\/span><\/p>\n

Pastaj, duke k\u00ebputur ndonj\u00eb deg\u00eb kumbulle q\u00eb n\u00eb gusht r\u00ebndohen nga kokrrat e \u00ebmbla, do kap\u00ebrcente der\u00ebn e thyer dhe pa e kthyer kok\u00ebn pas, do kalonte mbi ur\u00ebn e mrekullueshme t\u00eb Sinic\u00ebs, do shikonte ujin e kulluar q\u00eb rrjedh posht\u00eb saj dhe do shkonte pak m\u00eb lart te varri i gjyshes. Pasi ta pastronte nga bar\u00ebrat dhe nga disa lule t\u00eb vogla ngjyr\u00eb vjollc\u00eb, q\u00eb n\u00eb k\u00ebto an\u00eb zbukurojn\u00eb varret e njer\u00ebzve t\u00eb mir\u00eb, me siguri do gjente ndonj\u00eb kryq apo ndonj\u00eb gur t\u00eb shndritsh\u00ebm dhe at\u00ebher\u00eb do mendonte se ishte ora p\u00ebr t\u2019u kthyer n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi, bashk\u00eb me kujtimet e nj\u00eb kohe q\u00eb nuk vjen m\u00eb.<\/span>
\nN\u00eb mesdit\u00eb, at\u00ebher\u00eb kur dielli q\u00eb kishte mbajtur gjith\u00eb koh\u00ebn mbi shpin\u00eb, si nj\u00eb or\u00eb jete, do fillonte t\u00eb ulej nga per\u00ebndimi, im at\u00eb do ishte shfaqur duke qeshur dhe duke i th\u00ebn\u00eb mamas\u00eb son\u00eb se nuk ishte vonuar as sot, si\u00e7 nuk ishte vonuar asnj\u00ebher\u00eb n\u00eb takimet e p\u00ebrditshme me t\u00eb.<\/span><\/p>\n

Derisa dreka t\u00eb shtrohej, n\u00eb rr\u00ebmuj\u00ebn e shum\u00eb pjatave q\u00eb shoq\u00ebrojn\u00eb 80 vitet e nj\u00eb njeriu, ai do t\u2019i kishte treguar f\u00ebmij\u00ebve tan\u00eb, gjith\u00eb aventurat e 8 kilometrave ku kishte ecur, duke i mbushur gropat e fantazis\u00eb s\u00eb tyre me lloj lloj lulesh, kumbllash, lajthish, moll\u00ebsh, njer\u00ebzish, zogjsh dhe kafsh\u00ebsh derisa seicili prej tyre, i magjepsur nga kaq shum\u00eb ngjarje, q\u00eb duket e pamundur t\u00eb ndodhin n\u00eb dy fshatra t\u00eb vegj\u00ebl, do kishte k\u00ebrkuar q\u00eb ai ti zgjonte nes\u00ebr n\u00eb m\u00ebngjes dhe t\u2019i merrte me vete.<\/span>
\nAt\u00ebher\u00eb im at\u00eb do t\u2019i vinte n\u00eb sed\u00ebr, sikur t\u2019i kishte shok\u00eb t\u00eb ngusht\u00eb dhe do t\u2019i thoshte se ai q\u00eb nuk do zgjohej n\u00eb koh\u00eb, do t\u2019i humb\u00eb gjith\u00eb k\u00ebto mrekulli q\u00eb e b\u00ebjn\u00eb jet\u00ebn e njeriut kaq t\u00eb bukur dhe q\u00eb leht\u00ebsojn\u00eb rrug\u00ebn e v\u00ebshtir\u00eb nga lindja deri n\u00eb ikjen e tij.<\/span><\/p>\n

Pas drek\u00ebs, kur t\u00eb gjith\u00eb do shkonin t\u00eb flinin n\u00ebn hijen e arrave q\u00eb mbulojn\u00eb sht\u00ebpin\u00eb dhe fshatin, ai do ulej n\u00eb nj\u00eb cep t\u00eb oborrit me fytyr\u00eb nga mali dhe do mendohej p\u00ebr jet\u00ebn e tij, q\u00eb nga dita kur vet\u00ebm me nj\u00eb pal\u00eb sy boj\u00ebqielli si t\u00eb ngjyer n\u00eb qiejt e Sinic\u00ebs, kishte ardhur nga Korca n\u00eb Tiran\u00eb dhe aty kishte nd\u00ebrtuar at\u00eb q\u00eb donte m\u00eb shum\u00eb : familjen e vet.<\/span>
\nN\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb pozicion krenar dhe t\u00eb heshtur e gjeta 5 vjet m\u00eb par\u00eb dhe nga syt\u00eb e tij e kuptova q\u00eb ai e dinte q\u00eb po ikte si\u00e7 edhe iku, disa muaj m\u00eb von\u00eb. Ai e dinte q\u00eb do ikte n\u00eb dim\u00ebr, pa mbushur dot 76 vjet, por asnj\u00ebher\u00eb nuk ia tha mamas\u00eb son\u00eb, p\u00ebr t\u2019ia b\u00ebr\u00eb asaj m\u00eb t\u00eb leht\u00eb deri dit\u00ebn e fundit.<\/span><\/p>\n

Tani q\u00eb mundohem dhe mendohem p\u00ebr t\u00eb p\u00ebrshkruar tim at\u00eb, jam i bindur se ai b\u00ebri t\u00eb gjitha gj\u00ebrat q\u00eb donte dhe askush nuk pati fuqi ta detyronte t\u00eb b\u00ebnte di\u00e7ka q\u00eb nuk e donte.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ai mendoi shum\u00eb, shkroi edhe m\u00eb shum\u00eb, b\u00ebri poezi, tregime, romane dhe filma, krijoi personazhe q\u00eb jetojn\u00eb prej tij edhe pas tij, g\u00ebzoi shum\u00eb njer\u00ebz, nuk i b\u00ebri d\u00ebm askujt dhe iku si t\u00eb gjith\u00eb burrat e fis\u00ebm, t\u00eb cil\u00ebt i marrin armiqt\u00eb me vete.<\/span>
\nMua dhe v\u00ebllain tim, na m\u00ebsoi si t\u00eb rriteshim dhe nuk na la asnj\u00eb armik, \u00e7ka \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb pasuri n\u00eb koh\u00ebn q\u00eb jetojm\u00eb.<\/span>
\nIm at\u00eb kishte me tepri tre cil\u00ebsit\u00eb themelore t\u00eb nj\u00eb burri : ai ishte i qeshur me f\u00ebmij\u00ebt, i dashur me grat\u00eb dhe i v\u00ebrtet\u00eb me burrat.<\/span><\/p>\n

K\u00ebto tre cil\u00ebsi, ishin edhe arsyeja pse nuk u plak.<\/span><\/p>\n

Iku i plot\u00ebsuar, si nj\u00eb njeri q\u00eb ka ecur gjith\u00eb koh\u00ebn n\u00eb k\u00ebmb\u00eb, mes pengesave dhe kthesave, pa ndihm\u00ebn e askujt. Gjat\u00eb rrug\u00ebs, me siguri ka thyer ndonj\u00eb deg\u00eb t\u00eb that\u00eb, ka ngr\u00ebn\u00eb ndonj\u00eb kumbull t\u00eb thart\u00eb, ka shkelur mbi ndonj\u00eb grop\u00eb, \u00ebsht\u00eb vrar\u00eb, \u00ebsht\u00eb l\u00ebnduar, \u00ebsht\u00eb rr\u00ebzuar, \u00ebsht\u00eb ngritur, \u00ebsht\u00eb ngjitur dhe n\u00eb fund ka arritur aty ku ishte nisur : drejt nderit t\u00eb vet.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ky ishte im at\u00eb, Ki\u00e7o Blushi, q\u00eb sot do festonte 80 vjetorin e tij, n\u00eb freskin\u00eb e malit t\u00eb kujtimeve q\u00eb na ka l\u00ebn\u00eb.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false,"gt_translate_keys":[{"key":"rendered","format":"html"}]},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Nga Ben Blushi Sikur im at\u00eb t\u00eb ishte sot, me siguri do m\u00eb thoshte shkojm\u00eb n\u00eb Dardh\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb festuar 80 vjetorin dhe tani mund ta imagjinoj si do ishte ngritur her\u00ebt n\u00eb m\u00ebngjes, at\u00ebher\u00eb kur t\u00eb gjith\u00eb do ishim duke fjetur dhe do ishte nisur n\u00eb k\u00ebmb\u00eb deri n\u00eb Sinic\u00eb, 4 kilometra m\u00eb larg, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false,"gt_translate_keys":[{"key":"rendered","format":"html"}]},"author":32,"featured_media":612483,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[20,13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-612482","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-blog","category-te-fundit"],"gt_translate_keys":[{"key":"link","format":"url"}],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.hashtag.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/612482","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.hashtag.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.hashtag.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.hashtag.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/32"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.hashtag.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=612482"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.hashtag.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/612482\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.hashtag.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/612483"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.hashtag.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=612482"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.hashtag.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=612482"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.hashtag.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=612482"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}