{"id":6774,"date":"2017-08-22T14:30:07","date_gmt":"2017-08-22T14:30:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/?p=6774"},"modified":"2017-08-22T14:30:07","modified_gmt":"2017-08-22T14:30:07","slug":"vizite-ne-vermosh-dhe-te-burri-i-malesise-vesel-mitaj","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/?p=6774","title":{"rendered":"VIZIT\u00cb, N\u00cb VERMOSH DHE TE BURRI I MAL\u00cbSIS\u00cb, VESEL MITAJ…"},"content":{"rendered":"

Sh\u00ebnime, nga nj\u00eb udh\u00ebtim mbres\u00ebl\u00ebn\u00ebs<\/u><\/em><\/strong>\u00a0<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Nga: Ejup Krasniqi<\/em><\/strong>\/ qyteti Kiel-Gjermani<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

1.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

U nisa nga Kosova me bshk\u00ebshorten time, Mrik\u00ebn, n\u00ebp\u00ebr Rrug\u00ebn \u201eIbrahim Rugova\u201c. N\u00eb pik\u00ebn e kalimit, me nj\u00eb buz\u00ebqeshje dometh\u00ebn\u00ebse, kufitar\u00ebt na shprehin mir\u00ebseardhje, nga Atdheu, p\u00ebr n\u00eb Atdhe. Zbrit\u00ebm ngadal\u00eb, \u201eRrug\u00ebs s\u00eb Kombit\u201c, andej ku shpesh majat e kodrave puthin qiellin. Ndalemi n\u00eb Rr\u00ebshen, p\u00ebr disa \u00e7aste,\u00a0 p\u00ebr t\u00eb shkuar drejt Milotit. Vazhduam rrug\u00ebn dhe kaluam Shkodr\u00ebn, deri te rrethrrotullimi, p\u00ebr n\u00eb An\u00eb t\u00eb Hotit\u00a0 dhe Vermosh.Pran\u00eb rrug\u00ebs, n\u00ebn nj\u00eb hije, shohim nj\u00eb tuf\u00eb dhish\u00eb, q\u00eb\u00a0 mrizojn\u00eb nga vapa tropike. Rruga \u00ebsht\u00eb rishtazi e nd\u00ebrtuar. Anash saj, sheh aty- k\u00ebtu, ndonj\u00eb shtepi. Jeta k\u00ebndej nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb dhe aq e leht\u00eb. Shohim sht\u00ebpit\u00eb e shp\u00ebrndara anash rrug\u00ebs, shk\u00ebmbinj e thepa, t\u00eb paprekur nga njeriu, q\u00eb \u00a0u b\u00ebjne roje, si t\u00eb ishin ushtar\u00eb, t\u00eb skalitur n\u00eb gur\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Bjeshk\u00ebt fillojn\u00eb ngadal\u00eb e sigurt, me nj\u00eb ngulfatje p\u00ebrbind\u00ebshi.Aty-k\u00ebtu, v\u00ebrehet ndonj\u00eb kec ose dele. Me ngadal\u00eb e me nje siguri te madhe, kujdesen q\u00eb mos po humbasin ndonj\u00eb fije dushku a bari. Ato, gjithashtu, mbledhin ato fije\u00a0 bari, t\u00eb thara nga temperaturat e larta dhe that\u00ebsia e madhe e k\u00ebsaj vere.<\/p>\n

M\u00eb tej, kalojm\u00eb nj\u00eb rrug\u00eb gjarp\u00ebrore, n\u00eb trev\u00ebn e K\u00eblmendit. Nga ballkonet shihet e t\u00ebr\u00eb krahina, nj\u00eb \u00e7ast q\u00eb t\u00eb b\u00ebn t\u00eb ndjehesh,\u00a0 se je pjes\u00eb e qiellit dhe rrezeve t\u00eb diellit. P\u00ebrs\u00ebri, aty-k\u00ebtu, shihet ndonj\u00eb sht\u00ebpi. Udh\u00ebtojm\u00eb nj\u00eb koh\u00eb t\u00eb gjat\u00eb dhe nuk takojm\u00eb ndonj\u00eb banor t\u00eb atyre an\u00ebve. M\u00eb ngjante se ishim diku, n\u00eb nj\u00eb rrug\u00eb, t\u00eb cil\u00ebn e kishte \u201eharruar koha\u201c.! Por, kur shikon rrug\u00ebn, rishtaz t\u00eb asfaltur, p\u00ebrs\u00ebri t\u00eb jep pak shpres\u00eb, se diku m\u00eb tej, gjat\u00eb rrug\u00ebs, ka edhe jet\u00eb. N\u00eb nj\u00eb kthes\u00eb kishin r\u00ebn\u00eb disa shk\u00ebmbenj, t\u00eb cil\u00ebt largoheshin nga pun\u00ebtor\u00ebt e mir\u00ebmbajtjes. Ata na p\u00ebrshendet\u00ebn,\u00a0 duke na uruar udh\u00eb t\u00eb mbar\u00eb, pasi na liruan rrug\u00ebn. K\u00ebshtu, sikur u \u00e7liruam dhe u ndjem\u00eb m\u00eb bukur. Nj\u00eb ndjenj\u00eb e brendshme na thoshte, se\u00a0 k\u00ebndej qenka ende, jeta -jet\u00eb, e pa prekur nga ndyt\u00ebsit e koh\u00ebs!<\/p>\n

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

Nga e majta: Vasel Mitaj dhe Ejup Krsniqi (Vermosh, gusht 2017)..<\/em>.<\/p>\n

Duke i v\u00ebshtruar me kujdes k\u00ebto pamje, Mrika m\u00eb thot\u00eb se rrall\u00eb kishte par\u00eb nj\u00eb shk\u00eblqim n\u00eb fytyren time, sikur sot. Duke buz\u00ebqeshur, ia kthej\u00a0 se po shkojm\u00eb atje, ku miku im na pret me mendje, por nuk e dinte, se n\u00eb \u00e7do minut\u00eb po i afrohemi nj\u00eb caku, q\u00eb i kam dh\u00ebn\u00eb vetes.<\/p>\n

M\u00eb tej, kalojm\u00eb n\u00eb Tamar\u00eb. Aty, p\u00ebrs\u00ebri, b\u00ebjm\u00eb pak pushim dhe pijm\u00eb nga nj\u00eb kafe. Mrika ishte e magjepsur, nd\u00ebrsa un\u00eb nuk flisja fare, po perjetoja bukurin\u00eb, q\u00eb na shihnin syt\u00eb tan\u00eb.<\/p>\n

2.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

I afrohemi Vermoshit, pa u v\u00ebrejtur fare. Nj\u00eb sh\u00ebnj\u00eb e vog\u00ebl t\u00eb b\u00ebn me dije, se futesh n\u00eb thell\u00ebsin\u00eb e Veriut, t\u00eb bjeshkeve n\u00eb Vermoshin e mrekullis\u00eb natyrore. N\u00eb t\u00eb majt\u00eb, shohim nj\u00eb shenj\u00eb, ku njoftohet p\u00ebr nj\u00eb bujtin\u00eb. M\u00eb tutje, n\u00eb t\u00eb majt\u00eb t\u00eb rrug\u00ebs, valon Flamuri yn\u00eb Komb\u00ebtar dhe ai Europian, Nj\u00eb shkall\u00eb t\u00eb b\u00ebn me dije, se aty kalohej mes nje druri binjak, n\u00eb shenj\u00eb fitoreje.<\/p>\n

Fusha ishte e mbushur plot me njer\u00ebz, q\u00eb ishin shtrir\u00eb. Na b\u00ebri pershtypje dhe lexuam lart, \u201eRestorant Natyra\u201c. Po, po ai ishte caku im i vizit\u00ebs Ndalova makin\u00ebn, zbrit\u00ebm ngadal\u00eb, duke shikuar t\u00eb magjepsur, rreth e p\u00ebrqark. Bashkudhetarja e jet\u00ebs sime, Mrika, sapo zbriti, foli: \u201eUaaaa, sa bukur!\u201c, e magjepsur nga bukuria q\u00eb e rrethonte Vermoshin .<\/p>\n

Futemi ngadal\u00eb n\u00eb\u00a0 l\u00ebndin\u00ebn, ku ishin t\u00eb renditura dhjet\u00ebra\u00a0 bi\u00e7ikleta. Dikush mund t\u00eb pyes\u00eb: \u201eSi ka mund\u00ebsi, atje lart n\u00eb Vermosh?\u201c Po, po ishin turist\u00eb \u00e7ek\u00eb, q\u00eb b\u00ebnin pushimin e tyre, n\u00eb \u00a0trojet shqiptare, \u00a0atje ku buka ka shije e uji pastertin\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Futemi brenda e nj\u00eb djalosh na pret dhe na d\u00ebrgon te Qershia. Pyes se a pret kjo sht\u00ebpi miq, n\u00eb ato \u00e7aste. Nga nj\u00eb der\u00eb e kuzhines del Vasel Mitaj, burri i Mal\u00ebsis\u00eb e me hidhet n\u00eb qaf\u00eb, me lot\u00eb n\u00eb sy. Ai shprehet, i habitur:\u201cNuk t\u00eb kam pritur, o Jup Krasniqi, qe besa!?\u201c Lot\u00ebt i rrjedhin n\u00ebp\u00ebr faqe, nj\u00eb burri mbi t\u00eb 70-tave. M\u00eb p\u00ebrqafon p\u00ebrs\u00ebri dhe m\u00eb puth\u00eb dy faqet, me nj\u00eb: \u201eMir\u00eb se erdhe n\u00eb sht\u00ebpin\u00eb t\u00ebnde!\u201c. T\u2018u them t\u00eb drejten edhe mua me dol\u00ebn lot\u00ebt. Ne nuk ishim par\u00eb asnj\u00ebher\u00eb bashk\u00eb, m\u00eb par\u00eb. Por komunikonim tash 2 vite. Ia kisha dh\u00ebn\u00eb fjal\u00ebn, se do shkoja ta vizitoja, me \u00e7do kusht. V\u00ebrtet, rruga ishte tejet e veshtir\u00eb, por tanim\u00eb isha para njeriut, q\u00eb\u00a0 kisha shum\u00eb d\u00ebshir\u00eb ta shihja. Edhe pse i pashkolluar, ai kishte m\u00ebsuar shkrim e lexim. Ishte njeriu, i cili ishte futur n\u00eb historin\u00eb e malsis\u00eb s\u00eb Vermoshit e m\u00eb gjer\u00eb, me veprat e mir\u00ebsis\u00eb, bes\u00ebs, nderit e burr\u00ebris\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Ulemi dhe shikojm\u00eb rreth e perqark. Pas pak, vjen zonja e shtepis\u00eb, Dranja, q\u00eb na p\u00ebrshendet e na uron mir\u00ebseardhjen. Sh\u00ebrbehemi me kafe dhe me rakin\u00eb m\u00eb t\u00eb mir\u00eb, q\u00eb kishin n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi. Ishte nj\u00eb ndjenj\u00eb, se me t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb,\u00a0 k\u00ebto \u00e7aste ishim n\u00eb Atdheun\u00a0 ton\u00eb, aty ku ende shqiptari ruan tradit\u00ebn, nderin, respektin e burr\u00ebrin\u00eb.<\/p>\n

\u00c7astet, me njeriun, si Vasel Mitaj e t\u00eb shoqen, jan\u00eb t\u00eb rralla. Disi, me dukej se koha ikte tep\u00ebr shpejt! Burri i Mal\u00ebsis\u00eb, tanim\u00eb, ishte p\u00ebrball nesh. Fjalet e tij t\u00eb zgjedhura e t\u00eb men\u00e7ura, na mbet\u00ebn ne shpirt. Na e rrembyen stresin e na fut\u00ebn n\u00eb shpirt nj\u00eb ndjenj\u00eb, se p\u00ebrs\u00ebsri ka njer\u00ebz, nd\u00ebr ne, q\u00eb i duan dhe i ruajn\u00eb, Komb e Atdhe, bes\u00eb e burr\u00ebri. N\u00eb nj\u00eb \u00e7ast, Veseli m\u00eb sjell librin \u00a0\u201eRrug\u00ebt e Jet\u00ebs\u201c, e shkruar nga ai vet\u00eb. Po, po, nga vet\u00eb ai edhe pse njeri pa shkoll\u00eb, si\u00e7 e thash\u00eb m\u00eb lart.Nga d\u00ebshira, kishte m\u00ebsuar vet\u00eb shkrim e lexim dhe tani na kishte sjell\u00eb nj\u00eb lib\u00ebr t\u00eb tij, me urt\u00ebsin\u00eb e dashurin\u00eb p\u00ebr jeten dhe koh\u00ebn, \u00a0q\u00eb jetojm\u00eb. Por dhe duke mos harruar tradit\u00ebn. N\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb lib\u00ebr, lexuesi \u00a0gjen at\u00eb, q\u00eb ndoshta ka filluar disi te zbehet. Por k\u00ebtu, t\u00eb ngulitur e skalitur n\u00eb mes rreshtash, shkruar me plot dashuri, n\u00eb dialektin e mal\u00ebsorit dhe t\u00eb qendisur me \u201eplumbat e burr\u00ebris\u00eb\u201c e lulet e dashuris\u00eb , gjen besen e mal\u00ebsorit dhe respektin e konakut.<\/p>\n

Bisedat tona vazhdonin dhe n\u00eb tavolin\u00eb kishim specialitete vendore, t\u00eb gjitha bio. T\u00eb tilla ishin, sidomos, llojet e ndryshme t\u00eb djathit, mishi i qingjit, peshku i fresk\u00ebt e \u00e7far\u00eb jo. Nuk e di si, por orekes nuk kishim, sepse shija jon\u00eb ishte zhvendosur n\u00eb bisedat e Burrit t\u00eb Mir\u00eb t\u00eb Malsis\u00eb, Vesel Mitaj, me bashkshorten.<\/p>\n

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

Nga e majta: Drane Mitaj dhe Ejup e Mrika Krasniqi (Vermosh, gusht 2017).<\/em><\/p>\n

Pastaj, u ul\u00ebm lart, n\u00eb Qershi, aty ku \u00ebsht\u00eb edhe\u00a0Bar-Restorant \u201eNatyra\u201c,<\/em>\u00a0 nj\u00eb sensacion. Minutat dhe or\u00ebt kishin ikur, si pa u kuptuar. Ishte afruar mbremja dhe ne do t\u00eb largoheshim. Do t\u00eb b\u00ebnim p\u00ebrs\u00ebri nj\u00eb rrug\u00eb t\u00eb gjat\u00eb. Se d\u00ebshironim q\u00eb ta vizitonim \u00e7do \u00a0t\u00eb Atdheut ton\u00eb, nga Veriu e n\u00eb Jug dhe nga Lindja e n\u00eb Per\u00ebndim.<\/p>\n

Ndahemi nga Vermoshi, t\u00eb magjepsur nga bukurit\u00eb natyrore. Sht\u00ebrngojm\u00eb fort duart me nj\u00eb mik, me t\u00eb cilin, v\u00ebrtet, dua ende t\u00eb jem aty. Se d\u00ebshirojm\u00eb t\u00eb bisedojm\u00eb ende, t\u00eb degjojm\u00eb p\u00ebrs\u00ebri fjal\u00eb burrash, fjal\u00eb t\u00eb urta, k\u00ebng\u00eb e poezi. Duke u futur n\u00eb makin\u00eb, Mrika m\u00eb fton q\u00eb t\u00eb lexoj, n\u00eb nj\u00eb tabel\u00eb:\u00a0\u201eAi, q\u00eb nuk ka mund\u00ebsi, konaku im u jep streh\u00eb e ushqim, pa shpenzime!\u201c<\/em>\u00a0K\u00ebshtu shkruhet n\u00eb der\u00ebn e Restorantit \u201eNatyra\u201c,\u00a0 t\u00eb mal\u00ebsorit mikprit\u00ebs,\u00a0 Vasel Mitaj.<\/p>\n

…Largohem ngadal\u00eb,\u00a0 rrug\u00ebs p\u00ebr n\u00eb Shkod\u00ebr. N\u00eb mendje, p\u00ebrs\u00ebri, kishim mikun tim \u00a0Vasel Mitaj, me t\u00eb shoqen dhe mikpritjen e tyre. Ndoshta, p\u00ebr t\u2018u \u00a0kthyer nj\u00eb dit\u00eb p\u00ebrs\u00ebri atje. Bukuria e atyre bjeshk\u00ebve, natyra e paprekur, uji q\u00eb bubullon shk\u00ebmbenj\u00ebve, cicerrimat e zogj\u00ebve dhe, mbi t\u00eb gjitha, \u00a0mikpritja bujare e banor\u00ebve t\u00eb Vermoshit, na b\u00ebjn\u00eb q\u00eb ta duam Atdheun edhe me shum\u00eb.<\/p>\n

-Mirupfshim, miku i mir\u00eb, mal\u00ebsor dhe bujar, Vesel Mitaj!<\/p>\n

Gusht, 2017<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Sh\u00ebnime, nga nj\u00eb udh\u00ebtim mbres\u00ebl\u00ebn\u00ebs\u00a0 Nga: Ejup Krasniqi\/ qyteti Kiel-Gjermani 1. U nisa nga Kosova me bshk\u00ebshorten time, Mrik\u00ebn, n\u00ebp\u00ebr Rrug\u00ebn \u201eIbrahim Rugova\u201c. N\u00eb pik\u00ebn e kalimit, me nj\u00eb buz\u00ebqeshje dometh\u00ebn\u00ebse, kufitar\u00ebt na shprehin mir\u00ebseardhje, nga Atdheu, p\u00ebr n\u00eb Atdhe.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":6775,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[12],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6774","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-jete-komuniteti"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6774","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=6774"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6774\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6778,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6774\/revisions\/6778"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/6775"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=6774"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=6774"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=6774"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}