Prof. Xhelal Zejneli, m\u00ebsuesi i nj\u00eb prej viktimave t\u00eb aksidentit t\u00eb tmerrsh\u00ebm q\u00eb ndodhi n\u00eb or\u00ebt e para t\u00eb m\u00ebngjesit t\u00eb djesh\u00ebm n\u00eb Bullgari, i ka kushtuar nj\u00eb let\u00ebr t\u00eb hapur shum\u00eb t\u00eb ndjer\u00eb nx\u00ebn\u00ebses s\u00eb tij, e cila u nda nga jeta teksa kishte udh\u00ebtuar p\u00ebr disa dit\u00eb pushime me t\u00eb fejuarin e saj.<\/p>\n
Postimi i plot\u00eb n\u00eb Facebook<\/strong><\/p>\n \u2026 E TI ALBIN\u00cb, N\u00cb VALLEN E YJEVE LASGUSHIANE<\/p>\n N\u00eb mediumet e Shqip\u00ebris\u00eb, lexova emrin Albina. Sakaq, pash\u00eb dhe fytyr\u00ebn e saj engj\u00ebllore. Do t\u00eb jet\u00eb ajo, nx\u00ebn\u00ebsja ime e para ca viteve. Ngjarjet e tilla jan\u00eb t\u00eb trishtueshme.<\/p>\n * * *<\/p>\n M\u2019u fanite, Albin\u00eb, e ulur n\u00eb bank\u00ebn e tret\u00eb, pran\u00eb dritareve. Me \u201cProcesin\u201d mbi bank\u00eb. Af\u00ebr librit, edhe fletorja e lektyr\u00ebs. N\u00eb krye t\u00eb faqes, lexova: \u201cJozef K., n\u00eb labirintet kafkiane\u201d.<\/p>\n M\u2019u fanite, Albin\u00eb, me dor\u00ebn p\u00ebrpjet\u00eb, p\u00ebr ta marr\u00eb fjal\u00ebn dhe p\u00ebr t\u00eb m\u00eb pyetur: \u201cKush \u00ebsht\u00eb Estragoni dhe a do t\u00eb vij\u00eb ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb Godoja?\u201d E hoqe me krah Beketin dhe prite p\u00ebrgjigjen. M\u2019u fanite Albin\u00eb, kur m\u00eb pyete: \u201cMerso vrau p\u00ebr shkak t\u00eb diellit, \u00e7\u2019do t\u00eb thot\u00eb, t\u00eb vras\u00ebsh p\u00ebr shkak t\u00eb diellit?!\u201d M\u00eb dole para, Albin\u00eb, n\u00eb bank\u00ebn e tret\u00eb, pran\u00eb dritareve, me Dostojevskin nd\u00ebr duar dhe pyetjen: \u201cKush e vrau Raskollnikovin, vras\u00ebs?!\u201d<\/p>\n M\u2019u kujtove, Albin\u00eb, kur dole para klas\u00ebs p\u00ebr ta deklamuar Zhak Preverin dhe poezin\u00eb legjendare \u201cA t\u00eb kujtohet Barbara\u201d. Tridhjet\u00eb e dy nx\u00ebn\u00ebsit e klas\u00ebs ishin stepur n\u00eb vend. Dukeshin si t\u00eb ngrir\u00eb. Pas k\u00ebsaj, shp\u00ebrtheu nj\u00eb frym\u00ebmarrje e thell\u00eb. Dhe nj\u00eb duartrokitje frenetike.<\/p>\n M\u2019u kujtove Ti, me buz\u00ebqeshjen e padjall\u00ebzuar, me fytyr\u00ebn engj\u00ebllore, n\u00eb bank\u00ebn e tret\u00eb pran\u00eb dritareve. Mbi bank\u00eb, \u00e7anta ngjyr\u00eb kafeje. Nj\u00eb fletore me lapsin mbi t\u00eb dhe \u201cVallen e yjeve\u201d t\u00eb Lasgushit. Erdhi dimri, nj\u00eb dim\u00ebr i acart\u00eb, e ti e brisht\u00eb. Ta nd\u00ebrrova vendin, dole n\u00eb rreshtin pran\u00eb murit. M\u00eb the: \u201cDy her\u00eb e lexova Markezin, s\u2019arrij dot ta kuptoj\u201d.<\/p>\n S\u2019m\u00eb shqiteshin kujtimet Albin\u00eb. M\u2019u kujtua hartimi yt. Ishe n\u00eb vitin e tret\u00eb. Kishe shkruar p\u00ebr baban\u00eb q\u00eb s\u2019e kishe par\u00eb kurr\u00eb. N\u00eb hartim kishe shkruar p\u00ebr vuajtjet tua shpirt\u00ebrore: Ku e kam baban\u00eb? P\u00ebrse t\u00eb tjer\u00ebt kan\u00eb baba, e un\u00eb jo? Baballar\u00ebt e shoqeve t\u00eb klas\u00ebs shkojn\u00eb n\u00eb mbledhje prind\u00ebrore, babai im jo? P\u00ebrse n\u00eb sof\u00ebr, ulemi pa baban\u00eb? Jote am\u00eb vazhdimisht t\u00eb kishte th\u00ebn\u00eb se babai yt nj\u00eb dit\u00eb do t\u00eb kthehet.<\/p>\n M\u2019u kujtua hartimi yt, ku shkruaje p\u00ebr \u00e7astin plot dhimbje, p\u00ebr nj\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00eb t\u00eb klas\u00ebs s\u00eb par\u00eb fillore, q\u00eb m\u00ebson nga e \u00ebma se babai i kishte vajtur n\u00eb drit\u00ebn e amshimit qiellor dhe se ai nuk do t\u00eb kthehej m\u00eb. N\u00eb rr\u00ebfimin t\u00ebnd plot d\u00ebshp\u00ebrim, pash\u00eb tronditjen e thell\u00eb shpirt\u00ebrore q\u00eb ti 7-vje\u00e7e, kishe p\u00ebrjetuar n\u00eb at\u00eb \u00e7ast rr\u00ebqeth\u00ebs.<\/p>\n Hartimin t\u00ebnd Albin\u00eb, e lexuan edhe n\u00ebp\u00ebr klasat tjera. E notuan, jo un\u00eb por shok\u00ebt e klas\u00ebs, t\u00eb gjenerat\u00ebs. Pas shum\u00eb koh\u00ebsh, t\u00eb takova n\u00eb sheshin Iliria, me t\u00ebt am\u00eb. M\u00eb tha se hartimin e ruanin, sot e gjith\u00eb dit\u00ebn.<\/p>\n Sot Albin\u00eb, banka e tret\u00eb, pran\u00eb dritareve, m\u2019u duk e zbraz\u00ebt. Mbi t\u00eb, nj\u00eb \u00e7ant\u00eb, pa ty. Fletorja e mbetur hapur. Nj\u00eb laps, q\u00eb s\u2019do t\u00eb l\u00ebr\u00eb m\u00eb gjurm\u00eb. Gjurm\u00ebt e jet\u00ebs, t\u00eb koh\u00ebs. Nj\u00eb klas\u00eb, e mbetur pa frym\u00eb, si at\u00eb dit\u00eb kur deklamove \u201cBarbaran\u00eb\u201d. Nj\u00eb klas\u00eb, pa nj\u00eb fytyr\u00eb engj\u00ebllore, pa nj\u00eb buz\u00ebqeshje t\u00eb virgj\u00ebr. Nj\u00eb dit\u00eb e zbraz\u00ebt, koha ishte ndalur, e Ti Albin\u00eb, n\u00eb vallen e yjeve lasgushiane.<\/p>\n U ngjite n\u00eb parajs\u00ebn qiellore, bashk\u00eb me yllin e zemr\u00ebs, pa e k\u00ebnduar k\u00ebng\u00ebn e jet\u00ebs, pa e luajtur vallen e yjeve. U ngjite n\u00eb majat e detit t\u00eb kalt\u00ebr, pa e ngjeshur fustanin e nus\u00ebris\u00eb. U shk\u00ebpute p\u00ebr t\u2019u ngjitur lart\u00eb, atje ku albatrosi me vet\u00ebtim\u00eb i mpin syt\u00eb, me stuhit\u00eb p\u00ebrplaset. Ndarje e trishtueshme, n\u00eb \u00e7astin kur pritje t\u00eb p\u00ebrkundje djepin e frytit t\u00ebnd, t\u2019i k\u00ebndoje ninulla, t\u00eb d\u00ebgjoje t\u00eb shenjt\u00ebn fjal\u00eb \u2013 n\u00ebn\u00eb, t\u2019ia tregoje \u201cK\u00ebsul\u00ebkuqen\u201d dhe \u201cAlis\u00ebn n\u00eb bot\u00ebn e \u00e7udirave\u201d. Por jo, Ti kurr\u00eb s\u2019do t\u00eb jesh e brezit t\u00eb humbur. Do t\u00eb jetosh Albin\u00eb, sot e mot, n\u00eb kujtes\u00ebn e shoqeve dhe t\u00eb shok\u00ebve t\u00eb klas\u00ebs dhe t\u00eb gjenerat\u00ebs. Do t\u00eb jesh e gjall\u00eb n\u00eb kujtes\u00ebn e atyre q\u00eb t\u00eb njihnin t\u00eb \u00e7ilt\u00ebr dhe zem\u00ebrbardh\u00eb. Prehu e qet\u00eb, Albin\u00eb, n\u00eb gjirin e tok\u00ebs arb\u00ebrore, n\u00eb parajs\u00ebn e drit\u00ebs qiellore, aty pran\u00eb babait, q\u00eb kurr\u00eb nuk e njohe dhe s\u2019e nxore nga zemra.<\/p>\n Lajm i kobsh\u00ebm, dy silueta. Mbase, ylli i zemr\u00ebs sate. T\u00eb pikturuara, dy fytyra engj\u00ebllore, sy plot shk\u00eblqim, shpirt virgj\u00ebr. Prehu pran\u00eb yllit t\u00eb zemr\u00ebs. T\u00eb p\u00ebrqafuar, prehuni bashk\u00eb. Engj\u00ebllor\u00eb q\u00eb ty dy, t\u00eb virgj\u00ebr, plot drit\u00eb jete, melodi e nd\u00ebrprer\u00eb, shk\u00eblqim bukurie \u2013 bodleriane dhe platonike. Re t\u00eb zeza kudo pran\u00eb nesh. Korba ndjellakeq na ndjekin k\u00ebmba-k\u00ebmb\u00ebs. Nj\u00eb buz\u00ebqeshje plot njer\u00ebzi, e kapluar nga heshtja e trishtueshme. Nj\u00eb drit\u00eb syri, p\u00ebrjet\u00ebsisht e shuar. Nj\u00eb lot n\u00eb moll\u00ebz\u00ebn e n\u00ebn\u00ebs, p\u00ebrgjithmon\u00eb i ngrir\u00eb.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Prof. Xhelal Zejneli, m\u00ebsuesi i nj\u00eb prej viktimave t\u00eb aksidentit t\u00eb tmerrsh\u00ebm q\u00eb ndodhi n\u00eb or\u00ebt e para t\u00eb m\u00ebngjesit t\u00eb djesh\u00ebm n\u00eb Bullgari, i ka kushtuar nj\u00eb let\u00ebr t\u00eb hapur shum\u00eb t\u00eb ndjer\u00eb nx\u00ebn\u00ebses s\u00eb tij, e cila u nda nga jeta teksa kishte udh\u00ebtuar p\u00ebr disa dit\u00eb pushime me t\u00eb fejuarin e saj. 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