{"id":10211,"date":"2024-12-31T11:22:20","date_gmt":"2024-12-31T11:22:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/?p=10211"},"modified":"2025-01-20T14:22:49","modified_gmt":"2025-01-20T14:22:49","slug":"ndjehem-shume-e-lumtur-kur-mund-te-ndihmoj-te-tjeret","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/?p=10211","title":{"rendered":"NDJEHEM SHUME E LUMTUR, KUR MUND TE NDIHMOJ TE TJERET!"},"content":{"rendered":"<ul>\n<li>\n<h2>Bised\u00eb me m\u00ebsuesen e talentuar, Agetina Ismaili Hidershaj<\/h2>\n<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h2><em>Agetina Ismaili Hidershaj, tashm\u00eb e njohur n\u00eb Shqip\u00ebri e Diaspor\u00eb, me veprimin e saj shum\u00eb njer\u00ebzor dhe t\u00eb rrall\u00eb p\u00ebr nj\u00eb fem\u00ebr, si\u00e7 qe ai i ndihm\u00ebs s\u00eb par\u00eb, 14 vje\u00e7arit t\u00eb plagosur, Martin Cani! E ndodhur, rast\u00ebsisht af\u00ebr ngjarjes, pasi th\u00ebrret p\u00ebr ndonj\u00eb burr\u00eb q\u00eb gjendej aty pran\u00eb e nuk merr p\u00ebrgjigje, i drejtohet viktimes, duke ngritur me shum\u00eb v\u00ebshtir\u00ebsi e futur n\u00eb makin\u00eb, p\u00ebr t\u2019iu drejtuar spitalit! Ve\u00e7 k\u00ebsaj, \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb p\u00ebrsonalitet, q\u00eb ia vlen ta njoh\u00ebsh e ta njohin sa m\u00eb shum\u00eb, pse jo edhe p\u00ebr t\u00eb m\u00ebsuar prej saj!<\/em><\/h2>\n<h2>&#8211; <strong>Ku keni lindur Agetina dhe, n\u00ebse mundesh pak biografi t\u00eb prejardhjes tuaj?<\/strong><\/h2>\n<h2><a href=\"http:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/12\/agetina-1.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft wp-image-10213 size-full\" src=\"http:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/12\/agetina-1.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"446\" height=\"634\" srcset=\"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/12\/agetina-1.jpg 446w, https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/12\/agetina-1-211x300.jpg 211w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 446px) 100vw, 446px\" \/><\/a>Agetina Ismaili Hidershaj ,jam lindur ne fshatin Trebel t\u00eb Skraparit me 9. 02.1969. Kam pas\u00eb nj\u00eb familje shum\u00eb t\u00eb formuar dhe k\u00ebrkuese ndaj jet\u00ebs e shoq\u00ebris\u00eb. N\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00ebri d\u00ebgjoha shpesh histori t\u00eb gjyshes time, e cila fliste p\u00ebr luften Italo Greke dhe gjyshin tim, Faslliun, i cili b\u00ebnte rrug\u00ebn e Stambollit dhe punonte atje, p\u00ebr t\u00eb mbajtur familjen, nj\u00eb person me guxim e luftarak e zgjuarsi t\u00eb ve\u00e7ant\u00eb. Kishte b\u00ebr\u00eb nj\u00eb bastun, q\u00eb brenda ishte bosh dhe, sa her\u00eb q\u00eb kthehej nga emigrimi, sillte monedha floriri brenda tij. Pak nga pak kishte arritur t\u00eb b\u00ebnte rreth 5 kg, q\u00eb i dinte vet\u00ebm Gjyshja, e cila shp\u00ebtoi floririn dhe baban\u00eb 2 vje\u00e7, kur italian\u00ebt na dogj\u00ebn sht\u00ebpin\u00eb. Jam e bija e Shaban Ismailit, \u00a0i rritur jetim prej vrasjes se babait, nga lufta Italo Greke, i cili doli n\u00eb jet\u00eb 17 vje\u00e7. Me shkollimin e tij modest, punoj kryetar i koperatives s\u00eb bashkuar n\u00eb Tomorric\u00eb t\u00eb Skraparit, me nj\u00eb devotshmeri t\u00eb papar\u00eb, dashamir\u00ebs me njer\u00ebzit q\u00eb e rrethonin dhe luftarak p\u00ebr t\u2019u p\u00ebrballuar sfidave t\u00eb koh\u00ebs. Deri sa doli n\u00eb pension ruajti rolin e liderit, q\u00eb i donte dhe e respektonin bashk\u00ebvendasit dhe koleg\u00ebt !<\/h2>\n<h2><strong>Shkurtimisht p\u00ebr shkollimin dhe f\u00ebmij\u00ebrin\u00eb tuaj?<\/strong><\/h2>\n<h2>F\u00ebmijerin\u00eb e kalova n\u00eb fshatin tim Trebel, rrethuar me m\u00ebsues t\u00eb shk\u00eblqyer dhe formimit ton\u00eb nuk i mungonte asnj\u00eb detaj, udh\u00ebhiqeshim nga nj\u00eb drejtor shum\u00eb luftarak, \u00c7aush Carkanji. Mbarova shkollen me pasionin m\u00eb t\u00eb madh, p\u00ebr t\u2019u b\u00ebr\u00eb m\u00ebsuese, t\u00eb cilin ma injektuan me shembullin e tyre k\u00ebta m\u00ebsues. N\u00eb mosh\u00eb fare t\u00eb vog\u00ebl, fati dhe dijet e mija m\u00eb sjellin n\u00eb Tiran\u00eb t\u00eb vazhdoj studimet n\u00eb Institutin Fem\u00ebror, q\u00eb quhej Shkolla e Mesme Pedagogjike &#8221;17 Nentori ,Tiran\u00eb. Endrra ime u b\u00eb realitet,aty. Stafi m\u00ebsimor, jeta konviktore me m\u00ebsoj shum\u00eb gj\u00ebra dhe paisa veten time me dije, p\u00ebr t\u00eb punuar n\u00eb arsim.<\/h2>\n<ul>\n<li>\n<h2><strong>Kush \u00ebsht\u00eb Agetina p\u00ebrtej k\u00ebsa moshe dhe, puna e par\u00eb q\u00eb b\u00ebre?<\/strong><\/h2>\n<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<h2>Sapo mbaroj studimet, punoj n\u00eb fshatin tim t\u00eb lindjes Trebel ,ku m\u00ebsuesit e mi tashm\u00eb ishin koleg\u00ebt e mi. G\u00ebzimi dhe lumturia ishte shum\u00eb e madhe dhe, shtys\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb dh\u00ebn\u00eb m\u00eb t\u00eb mir\u00ebn n\u00eb at\u00eb shkoll\u00eb. Ishte viti par\u00eb n\u00eb Shqip\u00ebri, kur u hapen kabinetet e bio-Kimis\u00eb ,dhe un\u00eb, si m\u00ebsuese do ta b\u00ebja e vetme,me pasionin tim, me duart ende t\u00eb vogla, formova nj\u00eb tavolin\u00eb me pllaka te bardha. Isha pa mjete t\u00eb shtrimit t\u00eb pllakave, por deshira madhe, nevoja m\u00eb b\u00ebri t\u00eb triumfoj dhe, k\u00ebto pllaka, kur me duheshin t\u2019i prisja, i fusja n\u00eb uj\u00eb dhe g\u00ebrvishja fort me gozhd\u00eb dhe i thyeja mbi gjurin tim, pasi nuk kishte mjete fare, ve\u00e7 \u00e7imentos e pllakave t\u00eb bardha. Arrrita ta b\u00ebj k\u00ebt\u00eb kabinet model. M\u00eb pas, nga m\u00ebsuese Bio Kimie, kaloj edukatore po n\u00eb fshat. Aty kisha m\u00eb tep\u00ebr v\u00ebshtir\u00ebsi, punoja 7 me 6 te dark\u00ebs, pasi n\u00ebnat lindin f\u00ebmij\u00ebt e punonin n\u00eb koperativ\u00eb, me orare t\u00eb zgjatur.<\/h2>\n<ul>\n<li>\n<h2><strong>Si u ndjeve me f\u00ebmij\u00ebt e k\u00ebaj moshe dhe ndonj\u00eb nga fiksimet, q\u00eb don ta ndash me lexuesit!?<\/strong><\/h2>\n<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<h2>\u00a0Numri i f\u00ebmij\u00ebve ishte 23 dhe b\u00ebja shum\u00eb detyra; funizimin, ushqyerjen, larjen e \u00e7ar\u00e7afeve e batanijeve, dhe or\u00ebn e m\u00ebsimit, n\u00eb kushte me dru zjarri dhe uj\u00eb, dhe p\u00ebrs\u00ebri isha shum\u00eb e lumtur, kur punoja me ata f\u00ebmij\u00eb. Kur merja rrogen, nj\u00eb pjes\u00eb t\u00eb saj e harxhoja p\u00ebr femij\u00ebt q\u00eb s\u2019kishin \u00e7orape, rroba, te familjet me shum\u00eb femij\u00eb. <strong>Isha shume e lumtur teksa i ndihmoja dhe merja si gjerdan p\u00ebrqafimin e tyre. <\/strong><\/h2>\n<ul>\n<li>\n<h2><strong>A po mendoje nd\u00ebrkoh\u00eb p\u00ebr krijimin e familjes?<\/strong><\/h2>\n<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<h2>Gjat\u00eb k\u00ebsaj kohe isha njohur dhe \u00a0martohem me profesor Vladimir Hidershain, nj\u00eb djal\u00eb i rritur n\u00eb \u00c7orovod\u00eb, q\u00eb vinte nga familje intelektualesh. Aty, punojme si mesues te dy dhe b\u00ebhemi prind\u00ebr t\u00eb tre f\u00ebmij\u00ebve, dy djem\u00eb e nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb, Papritur, bashk\u00ebshorti s\u00ebmuret me tumorr n\u00eb kok\u00eb ,pa shpres\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb jetuar. Operimi shkoj mir\u00eb, por ai nuk do punonte m\u00eb n\u00eb profesjon, doli invalid. Nga kjo fatkeq\u00ebsi q\u00eb na ndodhi, m\u00eb duhej t\u00eb jetoja n\u00eb Tiran\u00eb, q\u00eb t\u00eb isha pran\u00eb mjekut. Trasferohemi me qera pran\u00eb spitaleve, dhe p\u00ebrballoj jet\u00ebn, duke b\u00ebr\u00eb dy pun\u00eb, m\u00ebsuese dhe n\u00eb qend\u00ebr estetike. Por, dhe vet burri angazhohet n\u00eb rritjen e f\u00ebmij\u00ebve. B\u00ebnte disa pun\u00eb t\u00eb lehta,duke par\u00eb\u00a0 kushtet dhe jetesen e v\u00ebshtir\u00eb q\u00eb ishte n\u00eb Tiran\u00eb. K\u00ebshtu q\u00eb arrit\u00ebm t\u2019i rrisnim e shkollonim \u00a0t\u00eb tre f\u00ebmij\u00ebt.<\/h2>\n<ul>\n<li>\n<h2><strong>Dhe Ju, nuk e braktiset pasionin e rinis\u00eb. Si vazhduat pun\u00ebn p\u00ebr t\u00eb mos iu ndar\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00ebve dhe bot\u00ebs s\u00eb tyre t\u00eb madhe?<\/strong><\/h2>\n<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<h2><strong>Pasionin nuk e braktisa kurre!<\/strong> Pas prej 10 vitesh pune ne Tirane dhe drejtoreshe ne Kamez, me lindi ideja te hapja biznesin tim, p\u00ebr t\u2019u sh\u00ebrbyer f\u00ebmij\u00ebve. Tashm\u00eb lejohej veprimtaria private e rregulluar me lidh.\u00a0 \u00cbnd\u00ebrroja t\u00eb kisha nj\u00eb kopshtin tim, n\u00eb kuadrin e shkollave, pasi, q\u00eb aty fillon arsimimi i \u00e7do njeriu. Arrita ta baja nje kop\u00ebsht shum\u00eb modest, por pasioni triumfonte dita dites dhe, arrira t\u00eb hap\u00eb deg\u00eb t\u00eb tyre. Kopsh\u00ebt- \u00c7erdhe \u201cBor\u00ebbardha Agetina1\u201d, \u201c Bor\u00ebbardha Agetina 2\u201d dhe \u00a0\u201cBor\u00ebbardha Agetina 3\u201d. \u00a0P\u00ebrkushtimi im p\u00ebr nj\u00eb ushqyerje t\u00eb mir\u00eb, m\u00eb \u00e7oj t\u00eb ble\u00eb mish n\u00eb dyqanin qe kishte mishin m\u00eb t\u00eb mir\u00eb n\u00eb Tiran\u00eb.<\/h2>\n<ul>\n<li>\n<h2><strong>T\u2019i, i blije me parat\u00eb e rrog\u00ebs t\u00ebnde?<\/strong><\/h2>\n<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<h2>Patjet\u00ebr! Nga t\u00eb ardhurat e mija, pasi veprimtaria private i ka k\u00ebto. Mjaftonte q\u00eb un\u00eb t\u00eb gjeja v\u00ebrtet mishin e fresk\u00ebt dhe t\u00eb besoja n\u00eb cil\u00ebsin\u00eb e tij, ashtu si\u00e7 prind\u00ebrit m\u2019i kishin besuar f\u00ebmij\u00ebt mua, si n\u00ebn\u00eb t\u00eb dyt\u00eb tyre. Ishte po ky dyqan, q\u00eb m\u00eb b\u00ebri t\u00eb jem\u00eb \u201cdeshmitare\u201d e nj\u00eb ngjarje shum\u00eb t\u00eb dhimbshme, q\u00eb sa her\u00eb e mendoj p\u00ebrlotem vetiu.<\/h2>\n<ul>\n<li>\n<h2><strong>Si u ndjet\u00eb n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb rast, t\u00eb cilin e p\u00ebrmenda dhe dhe n\u00eb tekstin hyr\u00ebs t\u00eb k\u00ebsaj bisede ? Si e p\u00ebrjetuat sken\u00ebn q\u00eb u doli papritmas p\u00ebrpara?<\/strong><\/h2>\n<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<h2>Aty, brenda n\u00eb dyqan, d\u00ebgjoj klithmat e adoleshent\u00ebve dhe njer\u00ebzve n\u00eb rrug\u00eb. Hyj me shpejt\u00ebsi t\u2019u jepja dr\u00ebjtim njer\u00ebzve q\u00eb bertisnin dhe Martinit, q\u00eb hapte mbyllte syt\u00eb dhe i duhej ndihm\u00eb. Njer\u00ebzit kishin ndaluar makinat dhe me xhama t\u00eb mbyllyr, shihnin horrorrin, para shkolles. Ndjenja e n\u00ebn\u00ebs p\u00ebr at\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00eb, aft\u00ebsia dhe shkatht\u00ebsia ime, q\u00eb m\u00eb karakterizon, nuk me la koh\u00eb t\u00eb mendoj fare! Rrembej \u00e7unin e fus n\u00eb makin\u00eb p\u00ebr spital, por shoq\u00ebrues nuk m\u00eb vinte askush. Aty dal nga vetevetja me ul\u00ebrimat e urrejtjes, ndaj atyre q\u00eb nuk donin t\u00eb b\u00ebheshin nj\u00eb me mua, p\u00ebr ta shp\u00ebtuar k\u00ebt\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00eb. Ul\u00ebrimat p\u00ebr ndihm\u00eb i kaluan limitet, sa \u201cdetyroj\u201d nj\u00ebrin t\u00eb vij me mua, Nisem drejt spitalit t\u00eb zemres. Ecja me nj\u00eb gom\u00eb n\u00eb tortuar e nj\u00eb n\u00eb korsi, me bori takuar, rrufeshem e me lutjet drejt atij biri s\u2019pushonin! Martinin e zgjova nga agonia! Aty mora forc\u00eb, me mendimin se e shpetova, i jepja kurajo t\u00eb mposhte friken,m\u00eb thirri n\u00ebn\u00eb\u00eb\u00eb! I flisja pa pushim, \u201cBiri i n\u00ebn\u00ebs jam\u00eb me ty\u201d, \u201cBiri i n\u00ebn\u00ebs, ti shp\u00ebtove, \u201cBiri i n\u00ebnes, arritem n\u00eb spital\u201d. \u00a0Por, Martini ve\u00e7\u00ebse r\u00ebnkonte! E lumtur, e dorezoj ,me shenja jete n\u00eb abulanc\u00eb. Ndjek ambulancen me lot\u00eb e qaja. Ai bir, u fut n\u00eb mish e shpirt, sikur t\u00eb ishte imbir! Djali ishte n\u00eb sall\u00eb, shpresat po shtoheshin, por ora e zotit p\u00ebr t\u00eb ndaloj. P\u00ebrjetoj ende at\u00eb \u00e7ast horrorri!<\/h2>\n<ul>\n<li>\n<h2><strong>N\u00eb profilin tuaj t\u00eb facebook, ju keni postuar poezi p\u00ebrtkushtimore. Ia dije vetes k\u00ebt\u00eb talent, m\u00eb par\u00eb? <\/strong><\/h2>\n<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<h2>\u00a0Kam shkruar her\u00eb mbas here ndonj\u00eb p\u00ebrkushtim, p\u00ebr njer\u00ebzit e mi t\u00eb dashur, por rasti I Martinit qe nj\u00eb b\u00ebfasi e dhimshme, q\u00eb ato vargje m\u00eb erdhen, pa u menduar\u00a0 se po shkruaj poezi. Nuk pretendoj n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb fush\u00eb, edhe pse e p\u00eblqej poezin\u00eb. Vargjet p\u00ebr n\u00ebn\u00eb, poashtu jan\u00eb ndjenja p\u00ebr njeriu m\u00eb t\u00eb dashur, q\u00eb n\u00eb \u00e7do rast e th\u00ebrret, ashti si\u00e7 m\u00eb ndodhi ta d\u00ebgjoj, nga Martini I \u00a0vog\u00ebl, n\u00ebmomentet e fundit t\u00eb jet\u00ebs s\u00eb tij etj etj\u2026<\/h2>\n<h2><\/h2>\n<ul>\n<li>\n<h2><strong>N\u00eb dit\u00ebt pas shkuarjes n\u00eb amshim t\u00eb Martinit, a keni pas njohje me familjar\u00ebt e tij?<\/strong><\/h2>\n<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<h2>B\u00ebra ceremonit\u00eb e varrimit n\u00eb familjen e Martinit. Ata m\u00eb presin \u00e7do dit\u00eb t\u2019u shkoj pran\u00eb, k\u00ebrkojn\u00eb t\u00eb din\u00eb \u00e7do detaj, ju dukem sikur u p\u00ebrcjell frym\u00ebn e fundit t\u00eb Martinit. N\u00ebna e Martinit ,kolege me mua, por e pa pun\u00eb. I premtova q\u00eb, mbas 40-tave, t\u00eb filloi pun\u00eb m\u00ebsuese te biznesi im, q\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb pran\u00eb lagjes s\u00eb saj ,dhe ajo e priti me gezim. Ishte nj\u00eb kolege, nj\u00eb n\u00ebn\u00eb e vuajtur, por e gatshme p\u00ebr t\u00eb luftuar p\u00ebr djalin tjet\u00ebr<strong>. Karakterizohem nga nj\u00eb deshir\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb b\u00ebr\u00eb t\u00eb lumtur njer\u00ebz. <\/strong>Deshira ime e fundit \u00ebsht\u00eb, t\u00eb hap nj\u00eb qend\u00ebr p\u00ebrkujdesi p\u00ebr njer\u00ebzit n\u00eb nevoj\u00eb ,p\u00ebr t\u00eb cilin kam fillluar punimet . Dua, q\u00eb jeta ime, ( deri sa t\u00eb kem jet\u00eb ), t\u00eb jet\u00eb n\u00eb sh\u00ebrbim t\u00eb njer\u00ebzve dhe, t\u00eb fal\u00eb sa m\u00eb shum\u00eb mir\u00ebsi.<\/h2>\n<h2><strong>U faleminderit shum\u00eb p\u00ebr kohen dhe realizimin e k\u00ebsaj bisde!<\/strong><\/h2>\n<h2>Faleminderit Ju!<\/h2>\n<h2><\/h2>\n<h2><strong>Bir, Martini i Nenes<\/strong><\/h2>\n<h2>Klithmat zemren m\u00eb pershkuan<\/h2>\n<h2>renda si nj\u00eb vet\u00ebtim\u00eb<\/h2>\n<h2>Biri n\u00ebn\u00ebs hapte syt\u00eb<\/h2>\n<h2>P\u00ebr t\u00eb thirrur ,<\/h2>\n<h2>N\u00ebn\u00eb ndihm\u00eb !<\/h2>\n<h2>Syt\u00eb e tu hapeshin e mbylleshin<\/h2>\n<h2>N\u00ebn\u00ebn nuk shikoje pran\u00eb<\/h2>\n<h2>Bir t\u00eb thirra , mami erdhaa<\/h2>\n<h2>Biri n\u00ebn\u00ebs\u2026<\/h2>\n<h2>Ti je gjall\u00eb !<\/h2>\n<h2>Mami , mami thirre Ti,<\/h2>\n<h2>doren fort ma shtr\u00ebngove<\/h2>\n<h2>Ul\u00ebrija si e \u00e7mendur ,<\/h2>\n<h2>Q\u00eb ty bir t\u00eb shp\u00ebtoja.<\/h2>\n<h2>Aty zemra m\u00eb mori zjarr,<\/h2>\n<h2>thash\u00eb se zoti ish me ne,<\/h2>\n<h2>Por ora e tij e mallkuar ,<\/h2>\n<h2>p\u00ebr Martinin kish ndaluar.<\/h2>\n<h2>Prehu i qet\u00eb p\u00ebrmbi re,<\/h2>\n<h2>sh\u00ebmbull drite Ti na le .<\/h2>\n<h2>Ishe bir i edukuar ,<\/h2>\n<h2>nj\u00eb sportist i talentuar!<\/h2>\n<h2><\/h2>\n<h2>Ngush\u00ebllime familjes!<\/h2>\n<h2><\/h2>\n<h2><strong>Nj\u00eb nga vler\u00ebsimet e shum\u00ebta q\u00eb ka ardhur n\u00eb Inboxin e Agetines:<\/strong><\/h2>\n<h2><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/h2>\n<h2><strong><em>M\u00ebsuese Agetina, dhe pa shpirt\u00ebsia p\u00ebrreth saj&#8230;<\/em><\/strong><\/h2>\n<h2><\/h2>\n<h2>Ti m\u00ebsuese, mbr\u00ebm\u00eb flisje p\u00ebr dhimbjen q\u00eb t\u00eb pan\u00eb syt\u00eb, e ta preku shpirtin, dhe un\u00eb mbaja veten!<\/h2>\n<h2>Nuk ka prind, nuk ka q\u00ebnje njer\u00ebzore me shpirt, q\u00eb mban lotin, kur tregoje ato momente tmerri, kur zemra f\u00ebmirore po ndalonte, dhe ku shpirti kishte nisur nj\u00eb rrug\u00ebtim pa kthim.<\/h2>\n<h2>Z\u00ebrin t\u00ebnd e kam d\u00ebgjuar shpesh n\u00eb takimet tona si prind\u00ebr, n\u00eb ambjentet e kopshtit, ku ti drejton prej vitesh, ta dija p\u00ebrkushtimin, por mbr\u00ebm\u00eb ti na tregove zemr\u00ebn, dashurin\u00eb p\u00ebr jet\u00ebn, vler\u00ebn e nj\u00eb f\u00ebmije!<\/h2>\n<h2>N\u00eb ngjarjen, ku asnjeri nuk do donte ta imagjinonte, e jo m\u00eb t\u00eb ishte aty, na tregove nj\u00eb t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb fytyre t\u00eb k\u00ebsaj shoq\u00ebrie t\u00eb pashpirt q\u00eb rrethohemi, ku me krah\u00ebt tuaja kishe ngritur djaloshin, duke e vendosur n\u00eb makin\u00ebn t\u00ebnde dhe kishe thirrur:<\/h2>\n<h2>A ka ndonj\u00eb burr\u00eb t\u00eb vij me mua drejt spitalit, t\u00eb m\u00eb ndihmoj, mos t\u00eb jem vet\u00ebm! A ka ndonj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr t\u00eb jet\u00eb me mua n\u00eb makin\u00eb?!&#8230;<\/h2>\n<h2>Por, lutjes s\u00eb dhimbjes t\u00ebnde nuk i ishte p\u00ebrgjigjur askush, as burr\u00eb, as grua&#8230; Ti nuk u stepe, b\u00ebre at\u00eb q\u00eb duket, se pak i ka mbetur njer\u00ebzores s\u00eb k&#8217;tij populli. Vazhdove me instiktin t\u00ebnd prej n\u00ebne, prej gjysheje, prej edukatoreje.<\/h2>\n<h2><\/h2>\n<h2>N\u00eb \u00e7far\u00eb kohe po jetojm\u00eb!<\/h2>\n<h2><\/h2>\n<h2>Nuk kemi m\u00eb shpirt, nuk kemi ndjenja, na ka humbur dinjiteti, jemi hedhur t\u00eb shqyejm nj\u00ebri- tjetrin pa pushim, jemi b\u00ebr\u00eb nj\u00ebsh me t\u00eb keqen, dhe m\u00eb pas themi; Pse jemi k&#8217;ta q\u00eb jemi!?<\/h2>\n<h2>Nj\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00eb, nj\u00eb q\u00ebnje njer\u00ebzore ka nevoj\u00eb p\u00ebr ndihm\u00eb, \u00ebsht\u00eb n\u00eb luft\u00ebn e jet\u00ebsores n\u00eb k&#8217;t\u00eb bot\u00eb, ne rrim\u00eb spektator, sikur po shohim shfaqje teatri, por nuk mendojm\u00eb se heshtja, indiferenca, stepja jon\u00eb, \u00a0na b\u00ebn t\u00eb gjithve fajtor n\u00eb vrasje!<\/h2>\n<h2><\/h2>\n<h2>Shpejt\u00ebsia e munguar, ndihma e mos dh\u00ebn\u00eb t\u00eb gjith\u00eb bashk\u00ebrisht, ndoshta i kushtoj jet\u00ebn atij f\u00ebmije, i cili e kishte t\u00eb drejt\u00ebn e jet\u00ebs, m\u00eb shum\u00eb se ata, q\u00eb mundet, p\u00ebr nj\u00eb \u00e7ast t\u00eb vet\u00ebm, t\u00eb ken\u00eb menduar me fraz\u00ebn; \u00e7&#8217;m\u00eb duhet mua, t&#8217;i rri larg&#8230;<\/h2>\n<h2>Vrapojm\u00eb t&#8217;i ham\u00eb kok\u00ebn tjetrit, vrapojm\u00eb ta vjedhim tjetrin, vrapojm\u00eb t\u00eb d\u00ebgjojm\u00eb thashetheme p\u00ebr tjetrin, por nuk vrapojm\u00eb t&#8217;i japim zem\u00ebr, \u00a0ndihm\u00eb jete tjetrit!<\/h2>\n<h2>Sot, n\u00ebn tok\u00eb shkoj trupi i nj\u00eb f\u00ebmije, dhe mbi tok\u00eb mbeten ata q\u00eb nuk i dhan\u00eb ndihm\u00eb m\u00ebsuese Agetin\u00ebs, e cila shpejtoj sa mundi, q\u00eb jeta e djaloshit t\u00eb vazhdonte!<\/h2>\n<h2>Ndoshta, nj\u00eb dit\u00eb do kujtojn\u00eb at\u00eb q\u00eb nuk b\u00ebn\u00eb, do pendohen, dhe ndonj\u00eb dit\u00eb do ken\u00eb turp nga vetja e tyre por, edhe ne si popull do kemi turp br\u00ebnda nesh, se \u00e7far\u00eb vlere njer\u00ebzore po u l\u00ebm\u00eb brezave!<\/h2>\n<h2><\/h2>\n<h3><\/h3>\n<h3><strong><em>Bisedoi: Pjet\u00ebr Jaku<\/em><\/strong><\/h3>\n<h3><strong><em>Dhjetor, 2024<\/em><\/strong><\/h3>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Bised\u00eb me m\u00ebsuesen e talentuar, Agetina Ismaili Hidershaj &nbsp; Agetina Ismaili Hidershaj, tashm\u00eb e njohur n\u00eb Shqip\u00ebri e Diaspor\u00eb, me veprimin e saj shum\u00eb njer\u00ebzor dhe t\u00eb rrall\u00eb p\u00ebr nj\u00eb fem\u00ebr, si\u00e7 qe ai i ndihm\u00ebs s\u00eb par\u00eb, 14 vje\u00e7arit t\u00eb plagosur, Martin Cani! E ndodhur, rast\u00ebsisht af\u00ebr ngjarjes, pasi th\u00ebrret p\u00ebr ndonj\u00eb burr\u00eb q\u00eb&hellip;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":10214,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10211","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-intervista"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10211","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=10211"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10211\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10218,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10211\/revisions\/10218"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/10214"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=10211"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=10211"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=10211"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}