{"id":8765,"date":"2020-11-16T23:30:48","date_gmt":"2020-11-16T23:30:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/?p=8765"},"modified":"2020-11-16T23:30:48","modified_gmt":"2020-11-16T23:30:48","slug":"bardha-alimeta-proze-per-konkurs","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/?p=8765","title":{"rendered":"Bardha Alimeta – Proze per Konkurs"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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JETA \u00cbSHT\u00cb NJ\u00cb MREKULLI<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

 Tregim nga Bardha Alimeta<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

 K\u00ebt\u00eb e mendon,kur\najo t\u2019i ka hapur krah\u00ebt. Dhe krejt papritur e shajm\u00eb,kur fati i keq,na troket\nn\u00eb der\u00eb. Por mendoj se e mira dhe e keqja,ecin n\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00eb paralele .Sa keq\nndiehet njeriu,kur \u00ebnd\u00ebrron shum\u00eb dhe kur kjo \u00ebnd\u00ebrr e bukur i shnd\u00ebrrohet n\u00eb\nnj\u00eb makth t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb. \u201cA ja vlen t\u00eb dashurosh pas nj\u00eb zhg\u00ebnjimi,nga ajo e\nmadhja,e pakrahasueshmja dashuri?. Po, a ka m\u00eb forc\u00eb njeriu t\u00eb digjet dy her\u00eb\nnga i njejti zjarr..\u201d Nuk e di. Po,ja q\u00eb kur je naiv,b\u00ebn s\u00ebrish t\u00eb\nnjejtin,gabim. Ose,ndoshta njeriu ka lindur p\u00ebr t\u00eb dashuruar,p\u00ebr tu djegur n\u00eb\nflak\u00ebt e saj. Eh,t\u00eb gjitha k\u00ebto s\u2018kishin vler\u00eb. S\u2018do ta kthenin n\u00eb krah\u00ebt e\nsaj,dashurin\u00eb q\u00eb ia rr\u00ebmbyen,e kush se? Mikja e saj e cila ishte lindur n\u00eb nj\u00eb\ndit\u00eb me t\u00eb.t\u00eb dyja n\u00eb pranver\u00eb, po k\u00ebt\u00eb pranver\u00eb. Zina s\u2018do ta ndjente se\nkishte ardhur,as k\u00ebng\u00ebn e bilbilave,sdo ta d\u00ebgjontem\u00eb. As zhurma e lumit s\u2019do\nta ngacmonte m\u00eb. Ajo ishte larg,shum\u00eb larg. Ajo ishte n\u00eb lart\u00ebsin\u00eb e bjeshk\u00ebve\n,I mungonte ajri i tyre,i mungonte aroma e tij q\u00eb i kujtonte arom\u00ebn e\nluleve,kur \u00e7elnin. Ajo ende e kujtonte pranver\u00ebn e vitit t\u00eb kaluar. Ende s\u2019e\nbesonte \u00e7\u2019kishte ndodhur.Miket e\nsaj e kishin tradh\u00ebtuar,ia kishin rr\u00ebmbyer dashurin\u00eb,me intrigat e tyre.\n\u201cS\u2019thon\u00eb kot,dy vet ta b\u00ebjn\u00eb grop\u00ebn\u201d. Zina,ende s\u2019e besonte se kjo fatkeqesi e\nmadhe i kishte ardhur nga dy miket esaj,q\u00eb kishte ngr\u00ebn\u00eb buk\u00eb me to. \u201cOh,zot.\n\u00c7\u2019b\u00ebn zilia,p\u00ebr t\u00eb pasur at\u00eb q \u00eb s\u2019t\u00eb takon\u201d. Por nuk ishte faji vet\u00ebm i tyre.\nZina kishte gabuar me zgjedhjen e saj,duke i besuar nj\u00eb don zhuani i cili\nbetohej e s\u2019t\u00ebrbetohej p\u00ebr dashurin\u00eb e tij. Nuk vonoi shum\u00eb dhe ai u hodh n\u00eb\nkrah\u00ebt e mikes s\u00eb saj,m\u00eb t\u00eb ngusht\u00eb. \u201cSi mund t\u00eb jen\u00eb kaq pa moral njer\u00ebzit! Si\nnuk e \u00e7mojn\u00eb virtytin e miq\u00ebsise?!. Njeriu ka nj\u00eb kod etike\u201d. Nd\u00ebrsa mendonte\nk\u00ebto,i neveritej edhe m\u00eb shum\u00eb i dashuri i saj. \u201c\u00c7\u2019ishte ky njeri n\u00eb jet\u00ebn e\nsaj,\u00e7\u2019ishte kjo dashuri q\u00eb s\u2019la gjurm\u00eb tjet\u00ebr,vet\u00ebm nj\u00eb shije t\u00eb hidhur n\u00eb fund\nsi fundi i nj\u00eb gote me helm\u201d. Po,po,sepse dhe ai kishte qen\u00eb si nj\u00eb gjarp\u00ebr me\nhelm. Ai nuk dashuronte. Ai kishte vet\u00ebm d\u00ebshir\u00eb t\u00eb kalonte disa net\u00eb me nj\u00eb\nfem\u00ebr t\u00eb re. Ai kishte kaluar n\u00eb perversitet,nga marr\u00ebdh\u00ebniet e shumta me gra\nm\u00ebndjelehta p\u00ebrfshir\u00eb edhe Zin\u00ebn,e cila po vuante pasojat.Ndoshta ishte m\u00eb\ninteligjente se ato t\u00eb tjerat, ..por gjarp\u00ebrit s\u2019ja hidhte askush. Ai i fuste\nn\u00eb folen\u00eb e tij,n\u00ebn l\u00ebkur\u00ebn e tij t\u00eb ftoht\u00eb dhe kur vinte \u00e7asti i pickonte. Ai\nluante me to. Ky njeri i ul\u00ebt,i p\u00ebrdorte grat\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb mbushur net\u00ebt e tij bosh\ndhe s\u00ebrish nuk arrinte dot t\u00eb gjente lumturin\u00eb e tij. S\u00ebrish mbetej vet\u00ebm n\u00eb\nperversitetin e tij. Askush nga femrat q\u00eb do t\u00eb m\u00ebsonte p\u00ebr t\u00eb,s\u2019do donte m\u00eb\nt\u2019i kthehej,sepse nuk do ndjente as dashuri,as m\u00ebshir\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb. Ai ishte nga ata\nburra,q\u00eb n\u00eb fund vdesin vet\u00ebm pa dashurin\u00eb e askujt. Dit\u00ebt kalonin dhe Zina po\nm\u00ebsohej me distanc\u00ebn e tij. Tani,ajo ishte m\u00eb e qart\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb kuptuar dhe\nreflektuar. K\u00ebt\u00eb ndodhi s\u2019do ta merrte si nj\u00eb fatkeq\u00ebsi,po si nj\u00eb fat.Fat,sepse kur i shp\u00ebton\ngjarprit pa t\u00eb ngr\u00ebn\u00eb fare \u00ebsht\u00eb fat. Ajo kishte forca ,kishte dinjitet t\u00eb\np\u00ebrballej me k\u00ebt\u00eb sfid\u00eb,me k\u00ebt\u00eb posht\u00ebrsi t\u00eb cil\u00ebn ia servir\u00ebn miket e saj\nziliqare. I dashuri i saj pervers u b\u00eb pjes\u00eb e skenarit m\u00eb t\u00eb sh\u00ebmtuar t\u00eb\ntradh\u00ebtis\u00eb s\u00eb nj\u00eb gruaje, e cila u kishte falur t\u00eb gjith\u00ebve dashurin\u00eb e vet.\nKjo ishte hera e par\u00eb q\u00eb ndihej n\u00eb pozitat e nj\u00eb njeriu t\u00eb z\u00ebn\u00eb n\u00eb prit\u00eb dhe\ns\u2019dinte \u00e7\u2019t\u00eb b\u00ebnte. Jo, ajo do t\u00eb<\/p>\n\n\n\n

dij\u00eb \u00e7\u2019t\u00eb b\u00ebj\u00eb. Ajo zgjodhi t\u00eb\nheshtte,e la koh\u00ebn t\u00eb fla\u00ebs. Koha \u00ebsht\u00eb ajo,q\u00eb p\u00ebr secilin jep p\u00ebrgjigjen e\nduhur. \u201cJam e bindur se do t\u00eb nd\u00ebshkohet nga zoti,kush prish nj\u00eb dashuri,nj\u00eb\nmrekulli q\u00eb zoti e ka krijuar p\u00ebr ata t\u00eb dy\u201d. Dhe pse Zina e shante,e urrente,madje\ndhe e mallkonte,p\u00ebrs\u00ebri ajo kujtonte se si kishte nisur kjo dashuri. Sa e bukur\ndhe e paster ishte gjith\u00e7ka deri sa magjia u prish nga dy miket e saj,t\u00eb cilat\ni kthyen shpin\u00ebn asaj dhe vazhduan miq\u00ebsin\u00eb e paturpshme,me mikun e saj duke iu\nhedhur n\u00eb krah\u00eb ish t\u00eb dashurit t\u00eb mikes s\u00eb ngusht\u00eb,e cila i kishte\nrespektuar,e dashur. K\u00ebto jan\u00eb gj\u00ebra t\u00eb ulta q\u00eb i b\u00ebjn\u00eb vet\u00ebm njer\u00ebz t\u00eb ul\u00ebt,t\u00eb\nd\u00ebshtuar n\u00eb jet\u00ebn e tyre p\u00ebr t\u00eb krijuar gj\u00ebra t\u00eb bukura vet. K\u00ebto mendime e\nngush\u00ebllonin Zin\u00ebn,madje e b\u00ebnin m\u00eb krenare dhe fituese,n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb posht\u00ebrsi t\u00eb\ntyre,t\u00eb nj\u00eb loje t\u00eb ndyr\u00eb,grash t\u00eb ulta. Tashm\u00eb,Zina e kishte fshir\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb\nhistori nga vetja. Nuk donte T\u00eb mendonte m\u00eb,p\u00ebr di\u00e7ka q\u00eb s\u2018kishte vler\u00eb t\u00eb\nkujtohej e as t\u00eb shqet\u00ebsohej p\u00ebr t\u00eb. Ajo ishte e re,e bukur,madje ishte nj\u00eb\ngrua e suksesshme n\u00eb \u00e7do gj\u00eb. Nuk ndihej inferiore madje dhe n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb humbje ajo\nndihej fitimtare. Po,ajo nuk e kishte humbur dinjitetin e saj p\u00ebrkund\u00ebr atyre\nq\u00eb luajt\u00ebn me ndjenj\u00ebn e saj pas shpine. Kishte mbetur bujare dhe fisnike ashtu\nsi ishte n\u00eb t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb. U kishte falur dashuri t\u00eb gjith\u00ebve. \u201cPor zoti do t\u00eb\nv\u00ebr\u00eb drejt\u00ebsin\u00eb n\u00eb vend,nj\u00eb dit\u00eb. Ata do t\u00eb marrin d\u00ebnimin nga per\u00ebndia,p\u00ebr\nvepr\u00ebn e tyre t\u00eb sh\u00ebmtuar\u201c. Kjo e b\u00ebri t\u00eb mbushej me frym\u00eb dhe t\u00eb mendonte se\njeta nuk ka lidhje me k\u00ebta njer\u00ebz t\u00eb sh\u00ebmtuar. Jeta t\u00eb ofron shum\u00eb mund\u00ebsi dhe\najo e dinte mir\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb. Ajo e shihte jet\u00ebn me nj\u00eb sy tjet\u00ebr,jo si gjith\u00eb t\u00eb\ntjer\u00ebt. Ajo e dashuronte jet\u00ebn,e donte at\u00eb,e jetonte at\u00eb n\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00eb t\u00eb\n\u00e7uditshme. Kjo ishte Zina,nj\u00eb grua q\u00eb e adhuronin t\u00eb gjith\u00eb p\u00ebr ve\u00e7antin\u00eb e\nsaj. Zina s\u2018do lejonte t\u00eb binte n\u00eb vulgaritet. Fundja t\u00eb gjith\u00eb gabojn\u00eb e t\u00eb\ngjith\u00eb duhet t\u00eb ken\u00eb nj\u00eb shans t\u00eb dyt\u00eb. Ajo me kurajon e saj do ta kap\u00ebrcente\nk\u00ebt\u00eb sfid\u00eb,k\u00ebt\u00eb humbje,por dhe fitore nj\u00ebkoh\u00ebsisht. Nj\u00eb m\u00ebsim i mir\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb\nmbajtur vigjilenc\u00ebn lart. Tanim\u00eb,ajo nuk do t\u00eb ishte aq e but\u00eb,e \u00ebmb\u00ebl,e\ndashur. Absolutisht,jo. Duhej q\u00eb kjo m\u00ebndjeleht\u00ebsi,kjo verb\u00ebri ndjenjash q\u00eb e p\n\u00ebrfshiu dhe e tundoi,t\u2019i kthehej n\u00eb nj\u00eb vullnet t\u00eb mir\u00eb p\u00ebr pun\u00eb,p\u00ebr frym\u00ebzim,\np\u00ebr t\u00eb krijuar di\u00e7ka t\u00eb bukur. T\u2019i kujtonte asaj t\u00eb keqen q\u00eb la pas,por pa\ndhimbje,me nj\u00eb qart\u00ebsi mendimesh duke menduar p\u00ebr t\u00eb ardhmen,duke kuptuar se\njeta vazhdon,se jeta nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb mund\u00ebsi,nj\u00eb gabim,nj\u00eb \u00e7ast,por nj\u00eb pafund\u00ebsi\ngj\u00ebrash deri n\u00eb vdekjen e p\u00ebrcaktuar nga zoti. K\u00ebto mendime i vinin n\u00eb mendje\ndhe vazhdonte t\u00eb fshinte t\u00eb kaluar\u00ebn e saj pak nga pak,duke b\u00ebr\u00eb nj\u00eb\ndezinfektim t\u00eb mir\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb mos i l\u00ebn\u00eb shenj\u00eb n\u00eb shpirt, plaga q\u00eb kishte marr\u00eb.\n\u201cEh,mendoi Zina ,shum\u00eb gj\u00ebra jan\u00eb dhe s\u2019jan\u00eb n\u00eb dor\u00ebn ton\u00eb\u201d. \u201cPor gjith\u00ebsesi\nkaloi,kaloi\u201d dhe me k\u00ebt\u00eb mendim mori frym\u00eb thell\u00eb dhe ngriti kok\u00ebn lart dhe pa\ntej nga dritarja n\u00eb horizontin ku dielli kishte dal\u00eb e rrezet e tij shk\u00eblqenin\nfort. Ajo mendoi se per\u00ebndimi i diellit ishte i bukur n\u00eb mbr\u00ebmje,po lindja e\ndiellit \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb shpres\u00eb e bukur p\u00ebr nj\u00eb fillim t\u00eb ri,p\u00ebr nj\u00eb nisje t\u00eb bukur.\nK\u00ebt\u00eb do t\u00eb b\u00ebnte ajo tani,do t\u00eb rilindte si nj\u00eb drit\u00eb q\u00eb p\u00ebr\u00e7on rrezet e saj\nngado. Shk\u00eblqimi i saj ishte verbues,p\u00ebr t\u00eb gjith\u00eb ata q\u00eb e xhelozonin.\nPo,shk\u00eblqimi i saj l\u00eb pas \u00e7do hije t\u00eb err\u00ebt. I b\u00ebn ato t\u00eb padukshme.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kjo ishte Zina,e fort\u00eb e men\u00e7ur,rrezatuese.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

JETA \u00cbSHT\u00cb NJ\u00cb MREKULLI  Tregim nga Bardha Alimeta  K\u00ebt\u00eb e mendon,kur ajo t\u2019i ka hapur krah\u00ebt. Dhe krejt papritur e shajm\u00eb,kur fati i keq,na troket n\u00eb der\u00eb. Por mendoj se e mira dhe e keqja,ecin n\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00eb paralele .Sa keq ndiehet njeriu,kur \u00ebnd\u00ebrron shum\u00eb dhe kur kjo \u00ebnd\u00ebrr e bukur i shnd\u00ebrrohet n\u00eb nj\u00eb makth…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":8766,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[8],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8765","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-proze"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8765","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=8765"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8765\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8767,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8765\/revisions\/8767"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/8766"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=8765"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=8765"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=8765"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}