Nga Agim Xh. D\u00ebshnica<\/p>\n
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N\u00eb nj\u00eb fshat mbi Ku\u00e7, pasi kalon Qaf\u00ebn\u00a0\u00a0dredharake t\u00eb\u00a0\u00a0Gomares, jetonte me njer\u00ebzit e vet, Hamaza Hodo. Megjith\u00ebse ishte koh\u00eb lufte, t\u00eb gjith\u00eb punonin si n\u00eb paqe, pa u lodhur, qoft\u00eb me t\u00eb mbjella e korrje, qoft\u00eb me vreshtari e bag\u00ebti\u2019\u00a0\u00a0Buka, mishi si dhe rakia nga rrushi nuk u mungonin kurr\u00eb. Nga rrushi b\u00ebnin dhe pekmez e uthull. Mbanin dh\u00ebn, dhi, pula e blet\u00eb. Nga qum\u00ebshti, nxirnin gjalp\u00eb, djath\u00eb, dhall\u00eb dhe hir\u00eb. Hamzai, burr\u00eb i men\u00e7ur e bujar miqt\u00eb i prist me raki, meze e kafe. Mikun e larg\u00ebt e luste t\u00eb rrinte\u00a0\u00a0p\u00ebr dark\u00eb\u00a0\u00a0dhe t\u00eb flinte\u00a0\u00a0si n\u00eb sht\u00ebpin\u00eb e vet. Nuk qe n\u00eb nj\u00eb mendje ma ata, q\u00eb shpreheshin,”nj\u00eb dit\u00eb mysafir, dy dit\u00eb mysafir, t\u00eb tret\u00ebn ngrehu ik o qafir!”, por as me disa, q\u00eb endeshin dendur n\u00eb dyert e bot\u00ebs. Dimrit, zjarri n\u00eb vat\u00ebr, me k\u00ebr\u00e7epa lisi, nuk shuhej as dit\u00ebn as nat\u00ebn. Darka shtrohej e pasur, me sup\u00eb nga l\u00ebng mishi, vez\u00eb t\u00eb f\u00ebrguara me gjalp\u00eb, pul\u00eb t\u00eb pjekur me pilaf, byrek dhe n\u00eb fund \u00ebmb\u00eblsira me qum\u00ebsht, mjalt\u00eb e fryta.<\/p>\n
Si\u00e7 ndodhte shpesh n\u00eb ato mbr\u00ebmje dhjetori, u d\u00ebgjuan n\u00eb oborr t\u00eb lehurat e fuqishme t\u00eb balikut dhe t\u00eb murros, lidhur t\u00eb dy me zinxhir\u00eb.<\/p>\n
-O Hamaza\u00a0\u00a0lidhur i ke qent\u00eb ?!<\/p>\n
I\u00a0\u00a0zoti sht\u00ebpis\u00eb doli n\u00eb \u00e7ardak, n\u00eb krye t\u00eb shkall\u00ebve.<\/p>\n
-Hyr, hyr! Lidhur jan\u00eb!<\/p>\n
Nuk doli i gabuar. Ishte Qazo Rrapi, fshatar nga lagjja e posht\u00ebme Shkoza , ku asnj\u00eb pyll me drur\u00eb shkoze\u00a0\u00a0e rrap, s’kishte hedhur hije kurr\u00eb. Gjith\u00eb njer\u00ebzit e sht\u00ebpis\u00eb merreshin me pun\u00eb, por atij nuk i rrihej brenda, as kur t\u00eb priste th\u00ebllimi. Bridhte ku t’i shkrepej, por d\u00ebshira e madhe e shtynte si era drejt sht\u00ebpis\u00eb s\u00eb Hamza Hodos. I p\u00eblqente ta kalonte\u00a0\u00a0mbr\u00ebmjen aty me t\u00eb\u00a0\u00a0mirat q\u00eb\u00a0\u00a0ia shtronin para, me muhabet t\u00eb \u00ebmb\u00ebl dhe pran\u00eb zjarrit.\u00a0\u00a0Megjithat\u00eb thoshte me vete “Si s’m\u00eb mbajti nj\u00eb her\u00eb p\u00ebr dark\u00eb pa m\u00eb ftuar. Qazo Shkoz\u00ebs i kujtohej mir\u00eb, se kur n\u00eb raste g\u00ebzimi qe i ftuar\u00a0\u00a0me t\u00eb tjer\u00eb, shqepej me t\u00eb ngr\u00ebn\u00eb e me t\u00eb pir\u00eb. K\u00ebt\u00eb her\u00eb mendoi t\u00eb mos largohej that\u00eb.<\/p>\n
-Mir\u00ebse u gjej – tha miku n\u00ebp\u00ebr shkall\u00eb.<\/p>\n
-Urdh\u00ebro,\u00a0\u00a0z\u00ebr vend n\u00eb qoshe.<\/p>\n
-M\u00eb ra udha k\u00ebtej- nisi Qazua- ndaj mendova t\u00eb kthehem pak p\u00ebr tu pyetur si jeni .<\/p>\n
-Mir\u00eb se erdhe dhe faleminderit!- I zoti i sht\u00ebpis\u00eb, zgjati dor\u00ebn dhe\u00a0shtyhu\u00a0kutin\u00eb e duhanit drejt tij.<\/p>\n
-Pardje na k\u00ebnaqe me muhabet e\u00a0\u00a0me dark\u00ebn. Dje kishe\u00a0\u00a0prap miq dhe un\u00eb u ngrita e ika e vajta p\u00ebr dark\u00eb\u00a0\u00a0te Isufi.<\/p>\n
Djali i mes\u00ebm pruri n\u00eb tabaka nj\u00eb shishe me\u00a0\u00a0raki dhe dy gota\u00a0\u00a0qelqi,\u00a0\u00a0meze me m\u00ebl\u00e7i dashi, djath\u00eb dhe buk\u00eb t\u00eb ngroht\u00eb. Qazos iu duk\u00ebn pak, gjithsesi u k\u00ebnaq.<\/p>\n
-Dim\u00ebr h\u00eb ?- e mori fjal\u00ebn i zoti i sht\u00ebpis\u00eb.<\/p>\n
-Dim\u00ebr.<\/p>\n
-Ftoht\u00eb jasht\u00eb.<\/p>\n
-Ftoht\u00eb the? Pa, pa, pa!<\/p>\n
Kaloi nj\u00eb koh\u00eb e gjat\u00eb me lajme\u00a0\u00a0nga jeta, puna dhe lufta.<\/p>\n
Por Qazos i p\u00eblqente t\u00eb tregonte histori nga fshati p\u00ebr b\u00ebma t\u00eb pabesueshme t\u00eb nj\u00eb gruaje, q\u00eb pinte duhan t\u00eb dredhur e mbante kobure n\u00eb brez si burrat. Pastaj ndodhi t\u00eb dyshimta p\u00ebr mullisin me marrje drithi nga thas\u00ebt e fshatar\u00ebve m\u00eb shum\u00eb sesa i takonte, nd\u00ebrsa p\u00ebr gruan me kobure bluante falas. Hamzai d\u00ebgjonte e fliste pak. K\u00ebtu biseda ngeci e po\u00a0\u00a0t\u00ebrhiqej zvarr\u00eb. Me t\u00eb mbaruar rakia dhe mezet\u00eb, mb\u00ebrriti pa vones\u00eb kafeja. Kjo do t\u00eb thoshte se u b\u00eb von\u00eb dhe mysafiri i nat\u00ebs duhej t\u00eb ngrihej e t\u00eb ikte. Kafen\u00eb e nxjerr\u00eb shpejt\u00eb, n\u00eb popull, m\u00ebsuar nga turqit e quajn\u00eb “sikterkafe”.<\/p>\n
Biseda mbaroi,\u00a0\u00a0por Qazua as kujtohej as tundej nga shilteja me l\u00ebkur\u00eb dashi.. Mendja i punonte te darka e pasur. Pa pritur u g\u00ebzua kur Hamzai nisi t\u00eb flas\u00eb prap:<\/p>\n
-Jasht\u00eb,\u00a0\u00a0si\u00e7 po e marr\u00eb vesh nga shpatulla,\u00a0\u00a0ka p\u00ebr t\u00eb r\u00ebn\u00eb shi i madh, Njer\u00ebzit udh\u00ebs do t\u00eb b\u00ebhen qull e mund t’i z\u00ebr\u00eb pleviti.<\/p>\n
-Ashtu them dhe un\u00eb, por ne mir\u00eb jemi k\u00ebtu . Sht\u00ebpin\u00eb\u00a0\u00a0e ke t\u00eb ngroht\u00eb, mbuluar me tjegulla t\u00eb reja.<\/p>\n
-Pas shiut do t\u00eb bjer\u00eb bresh\u00ebr i r\u00ebnd\u00eb, njer\u00ebzit do t\u00eb\u00a0\u00a0rr\u00ebshkasin, sepse mund t\u00eb bjer\u00eb dhe shqot\u00eb, Rrezik t\u00eb thyejn\u00eb qaf\u00ebn .<\/p>\n
-Mir\u00eb thua, \u00e7far\u00eb nuk ngjet n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb bot\u00eb.<\/p>\n
-Pas shqot\u00ebs pritet d\u00ebbora dhe rrug\u00ebt do t\u00eb mbulohen, sa as mushka nuk \u00e7an dot. Kush gjendet jasht\u00eb n\u00eb ato or\u00eb, do t\u00eb eci duke par\u00eb \u00ebndrra. Pastaj do rr\u00ebzohet mbi d\u00ebbor\u00eb p\u00ebr gjum\u00eb dhe s\u00eb fundi do ngrij\u00eb. Ujqit,\u00a0\u00a0kan\u00eb dhe ata k\u00ebsmetin e tyre.<\/p>\n
-Ne s’na gjen gj\u00eb k\u00ebtu -tha Qazua, duke qeshur-Zjarrin e kemi bubullak. Rrim\u00eb deri n\u00eb t\u00eb g\u00ebdhir\u00eb me muhabet. Ra heshtja p\u00ebrs\u00ebri. D\u00ebgjohej her\u00eb pas here k\u00ebrcitja e druve n\u00eb vat\u00ebr. Jasht\u00eb, qet\u00ebsin\u00eb e nat\u00ebs e prishnin t\u00eb\u00a0\u00a0lehurat e qen\u00ebve,.<\/p>\n
-O Qazo!<\/p>\n
– Urdh\u00ebro.<\/p>\n
-A m\u00eb ke mik?<\/p>\n
-\u00c7’\u00ebsht\u00eb ajo fjal\u00eb q\u00eb thua. Mik e shkuar mikut.<\/p>\n
-Kam r\u00ebn\u00eb n\u00eb hall.<\/p>\n
-Si \u00ebsht\u00eb puna ?<\/p>\n
-M\u00eb duhen disa napolon flori. Dua t\u00eb ble dy qe dhe nj\u00eb\u00a0\u00a0lop\u00eb. Vras mendjen, kujt t’ia k\u00ebrkoj?<\/p>\n
Qazo Shkoza, nuk u ndie. Pa majtas, u ngrit n\u00eb k\u00ebmb\u00eb dhe hodhi syt\u00eb\u00a0\u00a0n\u00eb dritare. Jasht\u00eb ishte terr pus. Nuk dukej asgj\u00eb.<\/p>\n
-Bo bo! Mir\u00eb the ti. Do t\u00eb bjer\u00eb shi me gjyma aq sa nuk ka ndodhur kurr\u00eb n\u00eb an\u00ebt tona. S’\u00ebsht\u00eb \u00e7udi, bresh\u00ebr sa nj\u00eb kok\u00ebr arr\u00eb, apo d\u00ebbora mal. Do mbyllen rrug\u00ebt me jav\u00eb t\u00eb t\u00ebra. Di \u00e7’ke ti? E l\u00ebm\u00eb me kaq. Ika!<\/p>\n
-Rri o Qazo dhe pak sa t\u00eb\u00a0\u00a0mbaroj fjal\u00ebn…<\/p>\n
-Ika! Ika !\u00a0\u00a0Mbe\u00e7i me sh\u00ebndet.<\/p>\n
Jasht\u00eb u d\u00ebgjuan t\u00eb lehurat e eg\u00ebrsuara t\u00eb qen\u00ebve t\u00eb lidhur. Djemt\u00eb\u00a0\u00a0mezi po i qet\u00ebsonin.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Nga Agim Xh. D\u00ebshnica N\u00eb nj\u00eb fshat mbi Ku\u00e7, pasi kalon Qaf\u00ebn\u00a0\u00a0dredharake t\u00eb\u00a0\u00a0Gomares, jetonte me njer\u00ebzit e vet, Hamaza Hodo. Megjith\u00ebse ishte koh\u00eb lufte, t\u00eb gjith\u00eb punonin si n\u00eb paqe, pa u lodhur, qoft\u00eb me t\u00eb mbjella e korrje, qoft\u00eb me vreshtari e bag\u00ebti\u2019\u00a0\u00a0Buka, mishi si dhe rakia nga rrushi nuk u mungonin kurr\u00eb.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":4431,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4707","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-letersi"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4707","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=4707"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4707\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4708,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4707\/revisions\/4708"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/4431"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=4707"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=4707"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=4707"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}