{"id":4862,"date":"2014-12-23T01:55:13","date_gmt":"2014-12-23T01:55:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/?p=4862"},"modified":"2014-12-23T01:55:13","modified_gmt":"2014-12-23T01:55:13","slug":"amerika-engjelli-im-mbrojtes","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/?p=4862","title":{"rendered":"Amerika, Engjelli im mbrojtes!!!"},"content":{"rendered":"

Qendres\u00eb Halili<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Amerika, engjelli im mbrojt\u00ebs!<\/p>\n

Bash n\u00eb Amerik\u00eb i mbusha 24!<\/p>\n

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Gjithmon\u00eb e kisha \u00ebnd\u00ebrruar engjullin tim, q\u00eb kur kisha qen\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00eb, q\u00eb kur e kisha kaluar luft\u00ebn, deri m\u00eb tash q\u00eb e kisha takuar. Tani po bindem se engjujt shp\u00ebtojn\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb!<\/p>\n

Engjull i bardh\u00eb me shum\u00eb yje rreth e rrotull, fluturon n\u00eb qiell, b\u00ebn drit\u00eb, sjell paqe dhe er\u00eb liri. Engjull q\u00eb un\u00eb\u00a0e kisha par\u00eb at\u00eb nat\u00eb t\u00eb zez\u00eb, pa h\u00ebn\u00eb, pa drit\u00eb. Nat\u00eb q\u00eb m\u00eb kujtohet si sonte. T\u00eb gjith\u00eb kok\u00ebulur, trupat tan\u00eb dridheshin si thupra n\u00eb uj\u00eb, frik\u00eb n\u00eb mish e palc\u00eb, humbur si n\u00eb mjegull, por pritja ende s`na ishte shuar. \u00c7uditem si ishim gjall\u00eb!<\/p>\n

Babai thot\u00eb se do t\u00eb b\u00ebhet mir\u00eb n\u00eb Kosov\u00ebn ton\u00eb, t\u00eb tjer\u00ebt heshtim nj\u00eb cop\u00ebher\u00eb, pastaj n\u00ebna thot\u00eb se njeriu qenka m\u00eb i fort\u00eb se guri, v\u00ebllau Liridoni qan e qan, ama e ka nj\u00eb t\u00eb qar\u00eb t\u00eb \u00ebmb\u00ebl, sikur po qesh (ai \u00ebsht\u00eb ende engjull, q\u00eb i ndjen engjujt dhe ndoshta po flet me ta), motra\u00a0 e vog\u00ebl b\u00ebrtet se s`po mundet me i gjet lodrat, q\u00eb ku e di se ku i kan\u00eb humbur, gjersa v\u00ebllau tjet\u00ebr i thot\u00eb se lodrat tua s`ke p\u00ebr t`i gjetur kurr\u00eb se ato t`i ka marr lufta! Un\u00eb kok\u00ebn e kam ngritur kah qielli, dhe po mundohem t\u00eb gjej ndonj\u00eb yll, sa p\u00ebr ta kompletuar engjullin tim imagjinar. Yjet i kisha dashuruar gjithmon\u00eb, por kurr\u00eb s`kisha mundur me i numrue n\u00eb qiell. Nuk po qaj, f\u00ebmij\u00ebria ime tashm\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb mplakur. Askush nuk e di q\u00eb un\u00eb s`jam f\u00ebmij\u00eb m\u00eb, por engjull ishte tamam si un\u00eb e\u00a0 kisha \u00ebnd\u00ebrruar n\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00ebri. Engjull q\u00eb m\u00eb kishte th\u00ebn\u00eb, se ai ishte shptimtari im.<\/p>\n

\u00cbnd\u00ebrra m\u00eb nuk kam. Ato m`i ka marr lufta. Lufta q\u00eb b\u00ebhet me gjak. Lufta e kuqe me fytyra t\u00eb zeza, q\u00eb un\u00eb nuk e di p\u00ebrse b\u00ebhet, s`dua as ta di. Tani un\u00eb e kam vet\u00ebm nj\u00eb d\u00ebshir\u00eb. E di q\u00eb d\u00ebshirat nuk duhen treguar p\u00ebr realizimin e tyre, andaj s`po flas. Un\u00eb vet\u00ebm po pres zbritjen, forc\u00ebn dhe drit\u00ebn e tij. Fshati \u00ebsht\u00eb n\u00eb err\u00ebsir\u00eb dhe terr. Babai na thot\u00eb se \u00ebsht\u00eb koha p\u00ebr gjum\u00eb dhe ne duhet t\u00eb flem\u00eb, un\u00eb nuk dua t\u00eb fle, jo pa e par\u00eb engjullin tim. Mezi m\u00eb largojn\u00eb nga dritarja. Tani jemi t\u00eb gjith\u00eb s\u00eb bashku dhe po presim. Habitem me ta se \u00e7ka po presin. Un\u00eb e di q\u00eb pres engjullin tim mbrojt\u00ebs. Un\u00eb e ndjej se engjulli im po vie, e ndjej…<\/p>\n

Pas disa \u00e7asteve di\u00e7ka na b\u00ebn drit\u00eb fshatin, dhom\u00ebn, neve, mua. Un\u00eb braf n\u00eb k\u00ebmb\u00eb dhe b\u00ebrtas; \u00cbsht\u00eb engjulli im, engjulli im\u00a0 mbrojt\u00ebs…<\/p>\n

T\u00eb gjith\u00eb ngritemi n\u00eb k\u00ebmb\u00eb dhe shikojm\u00eb kah qielli. Qielli q\u00eb tani ka drit\u00eb, b\u00ebn drit\u00eb. Ve\u00e7 tani kujtohem se ka koh\u00eb q\u00eb askush nga ne s`ka shikuar qiellin, s`ka par\u00eb drit\u00eb dhe buz\u00ebqeshje n\u00eb fytyra.<\/p>\n

D\u00ebgjoj z\u00ebra: Amerika, Amerika, Amerika!<\/p>\n

Pastaj Amerika po na liron, Amerika po na liron…<\/p>\n

Un\u00eb k\u00ebrcej disa her\u00eb nga vendi. Shikoj sht\u00ebpin\u00eb ton\u00eb t\u00eb ndritshme, fytyrat tona vezullojn\u00eb dhe un\u00eb po qesh me t\u00eb madhe.\u00a0 Pastaj t\u00eb gjith\u00ebm duartrokasim dhe brohorisim p\u00ebrs\u00ebri; Amerika, Amerika, Amerika!<\/p>\n

Engjulli vjen nga qielli, b\u00ebn drit\u00eb dhe sjell paqe.<\/p>\n

Un\u00eb nuk e di se \u00e7`\u00ebsht\u00eb kjo Amerika? Cka \u00ebsht\u00eb Amerika? Kush \u00ebsht\u00eb Amerika?<\/p>\n

Un\u00eb nuk di asgj\u00eb, s`kam si t\u00eb di. Un\u00eb di vet\u00ebm t\u00eb ndjej\u00eb, ndjej si f\u00ebmij\u00ebt edhe pse s`jam m\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00eb. Oh, ju ndoshta nuk e dini se si \u00ebsht\u00eb t\u00eb jesh f\u00ebmij\u00eb dhe i rritur n\u00eb nj\u00eb trup t\u00eb vog\u00ebl, me duar dhe k\u00ebmb\u00eb t\u00eb shkurt\u00ebra.<\/p>\n

F\u00ebmij\u00eb si un\u00eb q\u00eb kurr\u00eb s`ka pasur f\u00ebmij\u00ebri. F\u00ebmij\u00eb si un\u00eb pa ardhm\u00ebri, pa \u00ebnd\u00ebrra dhe me\u00a0 shum\u00eb luft\u00eb brenda vetes, ani pse e dua lirin\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb tjer\u00ebt. K\u00ebt\u00eb liri q\u00eb s`mund ta g\u00ebzoj brend\u00ebsia, trupi dhe shpirti im. Liria ime ka me ardh\u00eb kur un\u00eb ta takoj engjullin tim.<\/p>\n

Amerika qenka engjulli im mbrojt\u00ebs. Amerika na ka shp\u00ebtuar. Amerika qenka paqja.\u00a0 Amerika e ndali luft\u00ebn. Amerika qenka engjull!<\/p>\n

T\u00eb gjith\u00eb familja dalim jasht\u00eb n\u00eb oborr dhe b\u00ebrtasim: Amerika, Amerika, Amerika!<\/p>\n

Q\u00eb at\u00ebher\u00eb mbaj mend k\u00ebt\u00eb em\u00ebr, m\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb ngulitur aq shum\u00eb n\u00eb shpirt\u00eb, mendje dhe zemer. Engjujt nuk harrohen. Engjujt na mbrojn\u00eb gjithmon\u00eb. Engjujt jan\u00eb shp\u00ebtimtar\u00ebt e k\u00ebsaj Bote!<\/p>\n

Gjithmon\u00eb kam ikur, ikur, ikur…<\/p>\n

Askush nuk e shihte ikjen time, ikja te ne nuk shihet pa ikur!<\/p>\n

Un\u00eb vazhdoja t\u00eb ikja, doja t\u00eb tretesha, avullohesha dhe t\u00eb sh\u00ebnd\u00ebrrohesha n\u00eb nj\u00eb hi\u00e7 gj\u00eb, gjersa erdha k\u00ebtu…<\/p>\n

Lufta me vetveten q\u00eb m\u00eb nuk e dua, lira me t\u00eb tjer\u00ebt bashk\u00eb me veten qenka m\u00eb e bukura liri q\u00eb vjen. Liria q\u00eb din ta sjell vet\u00ebm nj\u00eb engjull nga qielli me paqe. Se n\u00eb qiell jetojn\u00eb engjujt k\u00ebt\u00eb ende e besoj, s`ka kush q\u00eb e mohon se n\u00eb tok\u00eb at\u00ebher\u00eb bie paqja.<\/p>\n

Qielli me tok\u00ebn kurr\u00eb nuk kan\u00eb qen\u00eb n\u00eb luft\u00eb!<\/p>\n

Ky \u00ebsht\u00eb engjulli im me emrin Amerika, q\u00eb un\u00eb e kam takuar para dy muajve.\u00a0 Amerika qenka nj\u00eb vend i mahnitsh\u00ebm, m\u00eb i bukur sesa e kisha \u00ebnd\u00ebrruar. M\u00eb i ndritsh\u00ebm se e kisha par\u00eb n\u00eb qiell. Me m\u00eb shum\u00eb paqe dhe liri q\u00eb ne kishim k\u00ebrkuar.<\/p>\n

AMERIKA QENKA DRITE. AMERIKA QENKA LIRI. AMERIKA QENKA PAQE!<\/p>\n

Tani jam te engjulli im, tani jam n\u00eb mbrojtje, liri, paqe dhe drit\u00eb. Nuk kam frik\u00eb m\u00eb nga lufta me luft\u00ebn, as lufta me veten.\u00a0 Nga paqja njerzit nuk frik\u00ebsohen. Paqja q\u00eb e sjellin nga qielli engjujt p\u00ebr njerzit f\u00ebmij\u00eb!<\/p>\n

Lum si un\u00eb q\u00eb takova k\u00ebt\u00eb engjull, engjulli im i f\u00ebmij\u00ebris\u00eb s\u00eb luft\u00ebs dhe ardhm\u00ebris\u00eb s\u00eb paqes!<\/p>\n

Besoni te engjulli im, engjulli juaj, engjulli jon\u00eb!<\/p>\n

Amerika ime, Amerika juaj, Amerika jon\u00eb!<\/p>\n

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Detroit, MI 2014!<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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