{"id":5922,"date":"2016-02-28T13:35:40","date_gmt":"2016-02-28T13:35:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/?p=5922"},"modified":"2016-02-28T13:35:40","modified_gmt":"2016-02-28T13:35:40","slug":"koha-e-rikthimit","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/?p=5922","title":{"rendered":"Koha e rikthimit"},"content":{"rendered":"

Remzije Zekolli<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Koha ik\u00ebn. Ky \u00ebsht\u00eb fati yn\u00eb, t\u00eb cilin, ndonjeher\u00eb, nuk e kemi\u00a0 n\u00eb dor\u00ebn ton\u00eb, por rrethanat na dhurojn\u00eb kahje krejt tjet\u00ebr. Ndoshta m\u00eb mir\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb k\u00ebshtu.<\/em><\/p>\n

Gazmend Freitag.<\/p>\n

Ashtu, i heshtur, e mb\u00ebshteti dor\u00ebn n\u00eb dritare, shikonte\u00a0 fluskat e bor\u00ebs q\u00eb ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb formonin peisazh n\u00eb xhamat e dhom\u00ebs s\u00eb tij. Kjo pamje theu\u00a0 heshtjen q\u00eb mbret\u00ebronte n\u00eb atelierin \u00a0\u00a0e tij. \u00a0N\u00eb dit\u00ebt \u00a0plot acar mendja i shkoi te largimi nga vatra\u00a0 e tij q\u00eb kurr\u00eb s\u2019e kishte d\u00ebshiruar. Pa dashur hyri n\u00eb nj\u00eb luft\u00eb mendimesh q\u00eb e tret\u00ebn larg e m\u00eb larg. Mbylli syt\u00eb p\u00ebr nj\u00eb \u00e7ast. \u00a0Para syve kaltrosh, \u00a0i doli fshati i tij,\u00a0 Pataqani\u00a0 i Posht\u00ebm, ku kaloi dit\u00ebt m\u00eb t\u00eb lumtura n\u00eb jet\u00ebn e tij. Parafytyroi \u00a0shpatin plot gjelb\u00ebrim, t\u00eb cilin dy her\u00eb n\u00eb dit\u00eb \u00a0e shihte duke shkuar n\u00eb shkoll\u00eb. K\u00ebnaqej tek shihte natyr\u00ebn e mrekullushme. Si nj\u00eb \u00ebnd\u00ebrr mahnit\u00ebse u shfaq\u00a0 lugina ku lozte me shok\u00ebt e lagjes. Iu parafytyrua vreshta me rrush t\u00eb cilin e hante me \u00ebndje t\u00eb madhe.<\/p>\n

Kishte koh\u00eb q\u00eb ishte larguar.\u00a0 A thua si do dukej tashti? Ende i b\u00ebhej se d\u00ebgjonte k\u00ebng\u00ebn e bilbilit q\u00eb ia thoshte n\u00eb deg\u00ebt e moll\u00ebs, n\u00eb kopshtin e tij.<\/p>\n

Mbr\u00ebmjeve\u00a0 shqet\u00ebsimi\u00a0 arrinte kulmin e tij helmues. Nuk kishte asnj\u00eb\u00a0 mik af\u00ebr\u00a0 t\u00eb qante hallin. \u00a0\u00cbndrrat\u00a0 dhe d\u00ebshirat i silleshin n\u00eb kok\u00eb. Gota me ver\u00eb \u00a0t\u00eb kuqe shpesh e shoq\u00ebronte e dhembja assesi t\u00eb qet\u00ebsohej, disi u b\u00eb mikja e tij.<\/p>\n

As m\u00ebngjeset s\u2019i gjasojn\u00eb atyre t\u00eb dheut tim. K\u00ebtu \u00e7do gj\u00eb duket si nj\u00eb lule me xhemba.<\/p>\n

Vitet kalonin. P\u00eblhura mbeti n\u00eb vekun e gjyshes fisnike pa e pikturuar portretin e tij t\u00eb fshehur.\u00a0 Hiri i kull\u00ebs st\u00ebrgjyshore e ndiente munges\u00ebn e birit t\u00eb vet, i cili \u00a0ia ktheu\u00a0 shpin\u00ebn asaj dhe mori bot\u00ebn n\u00eb sy.<\/p>\n

N\u00eb dhe t\u00eb huaj, n\u00eb secil\u00ebn \u00a0stin\u00eb plakja, lodhja e m\u00ebrzia, \u00a0b\u00ebhen m\u00eb t\u00eb fuqishme. K\u00ebt\u00eb peisazh dhembjeje \u00a0s\u2019kam forc\u00eb ta qes n\u00eb \u00a0penelin tim. Sepse si nj\u00eb mjegull humb n\u00eb hapsir\u00eb. Nuk mund \u00a0ta z\u00eb hapin e saj. Po ik\u00ebn\u00a0 shpejt. Aq m\u00eb mir\u00eb sepse s\u2019dua ta kujtoj. Ajo m\u00eb vie pas \u00a0si nj\u00eb hije, t\u00eb cil\u00ebn asesi ta z\u00eb. M\u00eb duket si nj\u00eb fantazm\u00eb q\u00eb po m\u00eb ndjek.<\/p>\n

\"FRAITENG<\/a><\/p>\n

Un\u00eb dhe hiri, assesi t\u00eb gjejm\u00eb shtegtim. Un\u00eb \u00a0dua t\u00eb kthehem te guri im. Mjegulla m\u00eb futi n\u00eb rreth si gjarpri gjahun e tij t\u00eb pafajsh\u00ebm. Kisha besim se \u00a0dielli do t\u00eb lind p\u00ebrs\u00ebri. Rrezet e tij t\u00eb arta larguan mjegull\u00ebn tinzare q\u00eb p\u00ebrpiqej ta humbte pa gjurm\u00eb. M\u00eb mir\u00eb se \u00e7do kush ta\u00a0 njoh dhembjen t\u00ebnde,\u00a0 q\u00eb t\u00eb p\u00ebrv\u00eblonte \u00a0n\u00eb zem\u00ebr e t\u00eb ndiqte \u00e7do hap, \u00a0si nj\u00eb hije nga e cila\u00a0 v\u00ebshtir\u00eb t\u00eb largoheshe. Sa ikte \u00a0ajo prap\u00eb afrohej. Dhembja u b\u00eb pjes\u00eb e jet\u00ebs.<\/p>\n

Mund\u00ebsia dhe d\u00ebshira u kryq\u00ebzuan mes veti. D\u00ebshira fitoi dyluftimin e pashpallur deri me sot. Ajo ngadhnjeu, \u00a0sepse ishte m\u00eb e zjarrt\u00eb, m\u00eb e fuqishme, \u00a0m\u00eb bind\u00ebse, m\u00eb largpam\u00ebse dhe ball\u00ebhapur i tha mund\u00ebsis\u00eb:<\/p>\n

– Ti rri atje, \u00a0tek hiri i koh\u00ebs s\u00eb ikur dhe\u00a0 t\u00eb\u00a0 harruar. Un\u00eb ball\u00ebhapur po vij te koha ime. K\u00ebtu jeta ka vler\u00eb m\u00eb shum\u00eb se n\u00eb \u00e7do cep t\u00eb bot\u00ebs. Rrug\u00ebtimi im\u00a0 vazhdon. Ai m\u00eb jep forc\u00eb. Un\u00eb do t\u00eb kaloj dete e male p\u00ebr t\u2019i hapur zemr\u00ebn asaj q\u00eb e prita me vite, \u00a0sikur n\u00ebna t\u00eb vetmin f\u00ebmij\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Fisnik\u00ebria jote, m\u00eb magjepsi sikur\u00a0 princesha q\u00eb\u00a0 me vite kishte pritur princin e saj me kali t\u00eb bardh\u00eb. \u00a0Ai trim\u00ebrisht \u00a0pushtoi kalan\u00eb, q\u00eb deri dje s\u2019kishte shkelur \u00a0\u00a0k\u00ebmb\u00eb e huaj. Mbeti e till\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb filluar jet\u00ebn e re, p\u00ebr realizimin e d\u00ebshir\u00ebs kur dikush p\u00ebr her\u00eb t\u00eb par\u00eb do t\u2019i thot\u00eb n\u00eb gjuh\u00ebn e tij: \u00a0t\u00eb dua shpirti im<\/em>. K\u00ebmb\u00ebngul\u00ebs e\u00a0 filloi dhe e fitoi\u00a0 \u00a0k\u00ebt\u00eb betej\u00eb. Zoti i do t\u00eb sinqertit,\u00a0 u hap rrug\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb kalaur \u00e7do v\u00ebshtir\u00ebsi drejt fitores s\u00eb tyre t\u00eb pritur e t\u00eb merituar.<\/p>\n

Ngadhnjeu d\u00ebshira \u00a0p\u00ebr t\u2019u kthyer tek hiri i kull\u00ebs, e cila, ball\u00ebhapur, e pret t\u00eb birin\u00a0 p\u00ebr t\u00eb b\u00ebr\u00eb peisazhin m\u00eb t\u00eb bukur t\u00eb papar\u00eb deri m\u00eb sot. Peisazhin e ardhm\u00ebris\u00eb. \u00a0Ai vet\u00ebm k\u00ebtu rilind, k\u00ebtu \u00a0e k\u00ebrkon ajri, uji, dielli, bjeshka dhe dashuria e tij. Kishte koh\u00eb q\u00eb u mungonte atyre.<\/p>\n

Mund\u00ebsis\u00eb i tha lamtumir\u00eb,\u00a0 i hapi krah\u00ebt e me shikim n\u00eb pafund\u00ebsin\u00eb qiellore, me z\u00eb k\u00ebmbues thirri:<\/p>\n

– \u00a0Kulla ime, ardhm\u00ebria dhe dashuria ime, \u00a0\u00a0mir\u00ebsejugjeta! Un\u00eb jam k\u00ebtu,\u00a0 ka koh\u00eb q\u00eb po ju\u00a0 pres, sepse jeni\u00a0 frym\u00ebzimi, jeta dhe krenaria ime.<\/p>\n

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Veku \u00ebsht\u00eb pastruar nga pluhuri, pret p\u00eblhur\u00ebn e tij p\u00ebr t\u00eb b\u00ebr\u00eb peisazhin e mrekulluesh\u00ebm p\u00ebr koh\u00ebn e rikthimit n\u00eb gurin e vet. Shikimet kaltroshe n\u00eb kombinim me qiellin sjellin kumtin:<\/p>\n

-Tani u ktheva n\u00eb koh\u00ebn time, ku besa, \u00a0lulja e dashuria l\u00ebshojn\u00eb arom\u00ebn m\u00eb t\u00eb k\u00ebndshme n\u00eb pragun e kull\u00ebs sime\u00a0 t\u00eb cil\u00ebn me \u00ebndje e thith.<\/p>\n

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Ai p\u00ebr dashurin\u00eb e jet\u00ebs s\u00eb tij, \u00a0u ringrit edhe nj\u00ebher\u00eb nga hiri. U shnd\u00ebrrua n\u00eb Nosit p\u00ebr t\u00eb ndri\u00e7uar rrug\u00ebtimin e tij jet\u00ebsor aty ku e njeh guri, rruga, kroi i fshatit. Pem\u00ebt b\u00ebhet sikur i thon\u00eb: \u00a0Biri \u00a0jon\u00eb, jemi krenar\u00eb q\u00eb erdhe prap\u00eb k\u00ebtu te ne<\/em>.<\/p>\n

Te kroi i dashuris\u00eb \u00a0do t\u00eb ulen bashk\u00eb. Le t\u00eb digjet flak\u00eb aroma e rikthimit t\u00eb saj.<\/p>\n

Ai u shfaq si peisazh mahnit\u00ebs. Kot lehin qent\u00eb si t\u00eb Sodom\u00ebs, \u00a0q\u00eb, si t\u00eb \u00e7artur, shpesh u sul\u00ebn mbi ne, por kot, \u00a0engjulli mbrojt\u00ebs p\u00ebrher\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb pran\u00eb tyre.<\/p>\n

A thua \u00e7ka e shtyri ta b\u00ebnte at\u00eb. Me gjith\u00eb vuajtjen q\u00eb i shkaktoi kjo plag\u00eb, ai p\u00ebrher\u00eb gjente forc\u00eb t\u2019i b\u00ebnte ball\u00eb asaj dhembjeje. Rrug\u00ebs p\u00ebr tek ajo ecte ngadal\u00eb, por asnj\u00ebher\u00eb s\u2019e kishte humbur shpres\u00ebn \u00a0n\u00eb rikthimin e saj triumfal. Er\u00ebrat e dashuris\u00eb e soll\u00ebn m\u00eb shpejt k\u00ebtu.<\/p>\n

Ajo u rikthye n\u00eb momentin q\u00eb as nuk e kishte pritur. Kjo p\u00ebr ju ting\u00ebllon e pakapshme, e paarritur, por ajo erdhi si nj\u00eb muzik\u00eb e pad\u00ebgjuar ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb, piktur\u00eb e papar\u00eb. Do t\u00eb dukej di\u00e7ka hyjnore si\u00a0 \u00a0varg i pashkruar deri m\u00eb tash, \u00a0\u00e7erdhe e pand\u00ebrtuar nga arkitekt\u00ebt modern\u00eb.<\/p>\n

\u00c7udit\u00ebrisht u b\u00ebn\u00eb luft\u00ebtar\u00eb t\u00eb dashuris\u00eb, \u00a0duke m\u00ebsuar labirinthet e saj. Larguan \u00a0\u00a0mjegull\u00ebn q\u00eb u ishte b\u00ebr\u00eb perde e cila \u00a0i pengonte rrezet e diellit t\u00eb dep\u00ebrtonin tek ata.<\/p>\n

Dukej uj\u00ebvar\u00eb malli q\u00eb qet\u00ebsoi shpirtin e trazuar, si pem\u00eb mahnit\u00ebse q\u00eb n\u00eb secil\u00ebn stin\u00eb \u00a0mugullon.<\/p>\n

Ai dhe ajo triumfalisht u rikthyen\u2026..<\/p>\n

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Remzije Zekolli \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Koha ik\u00ebn. Ky \u00ebsht\u00eb fati yn\u00eb, t\u00eb cilin, ndonjeher\u00eb, nuk e kemi\u00a0 n\u00eb dor\u00ebn ton\u00eb, por rrethanat na dhurojn\u00eb kahje krejt tjet\u00ebr. Ndoshta m\u00eb mir\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb k\u00ebshtu. Gazmend Freitag.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":5888,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5922","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\/5922","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=5922"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5922\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5924,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5922\/revisions\/5924"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/5888"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=5922"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=5922"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=5922"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}