N\u00eb 27-vjetorin e vrasjes s\u00eb Azem Hajdarit, Rudina Hajdari ka ndar\u00eb nj\u00eb mesazh t\u00eb ndjer\u00eb n\u00eb kujtim t\u00eb t\u00eb atit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
N\u00eb nj\u00eb dedikim t\u00eb ndar\u00eb n\u00eb rrjetet sociale, ajo p\u00ebrshkruan boshll\u00ebkun q\u00eb la humbja e babait n\u00eb mosh\u00eb t\u00eb vog\u00ebl, dhimbjen q\u00eb nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb zbehur me koh\u00ebn dhe p\u00ebrpjekjen p\u00ebr t\u00eb jetuar nj\u00eb jet\u00eb q\u00eb do ta b\u00ebnte at\u00eb krenar.\u00a0 <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Kujtimi i Azemit, si\u00e7 shkruan Rudina, mbetet nj\u00eb udh\u00ebrr\u00ebfyes i heshtur n\u00eb \u00e7do hap t\u00eb jet\u00ebs s\u00eb saj.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Reagimi i plot\u00eb<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n T\u00eb humbas\u00ebsh nj\u00eb prind \u00ebsht\u00eb pa dyshim nj\u00eb nga dhimbjet m\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00ebdha q\u00eb mund t\u00eb p\u00ebrjetoj\u00eb njeriu n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb jet\u00eb. \u00cbsht\u00eb nj\u00eb dhimbje e pashmangshme, q\u00eb her\u00ebt a von\u00eb troket n\u00eb der\u00ebn ton\u00eb. Mund ta kemi menduar, mund t\u00eb kemi p\u00ebrgatitur veten n\u00eb disa raste, por asgj\u00eb nuk na b\u00ebn gati p\u00ebrball\u00eb t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00ebs s\u00eb saj ther\u00ebse. Sa her\u00eb takoj dik\u00eb q\u00eb ka humbur nj\u00eb prind, ndiej menj\u00ebher\u00eb plag\u00ebn e tyre. E ndiej boshll\u00ebkun q\u00eb ata mbartin, sikur shpirti t\u00eb transportohet n\u00eb nj\u00eb bot\u00eb tjet\u00ebr, n\u00eb nj\u00eb planet ku nuk njeh ask\u00ebnd. Atje ndihesh i vetmuar, p\u00ebrballesh me veten dhe k\u00ebrkon drit\u00ebn p\u00ebr t\u00eb dal\u00eb nga err\u00ebsira dhe t\u00eb jetosh edhe nj\u00eb her\u00eb nga e para n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb realitet t\u00eb ri. P\u00ebr mua, ky realitet i hidhur nisi shum\u00eb her\u00ebt, plot 27 vite m\u00eb par\u00eb. Q\u00eb nga ai \u00e7ast, jeta ime mori nj\u00eb trajt\u00eb tjet\u00ebr, nj\u00eb udh\u00ebtim i cop\u00ebzuar mes k\u00ebrkimit t\u00eb kuptimit t\u00eb jet\u00ebs, dashuris\u00eb dhe vetes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n P\u00ebrjetova nj\u00ebr\u00ebn nga dhimbjet m\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00ebdha ende pa kuptuar ende mir\u00eb kufijt\u00eb e dashuris\u00eb. N\u00eb mes t\u00eb k\u00ebtij tymi ndjenjash, u largova dhe u ktheva s\u00ebrish n\u00eb Shqip\u00ebri. Amerika u b\u00eb vendi ku nd\u00ebrtova veten me vlera q\u00eb ti i doje fort. Sakrifica u b\u00eb m\u00ebnyra ime p\u00ebr t\u00eb treguar sa shum\u00eb t\u00eb dua, p\u00ebr t\u00eb ngritur nj\u00eb jet\u00eb q\u00eb ti do ta miratoje me krenari, ashtu si\u00e7 b\u00ebje sa her\u00eb merrja nj\u00eb not\u00eb t\u00eb mir\u00eb n\u00eb shkoll\u00eb dhe ti m\u00eb ngrije n\u00eb krah\u00eb. \u00c7do p\u00ebrpjekje e imja e jet\u00ebs e kam menduar si nj\u00eb p\u00ebrqafim prej teje. Ato \u00e7aste kan\u00eb mbetur kujtimet m\u00eb t\u00eb bukura q\u00eb m\u00eb dhe. Dashuria jote m\u00eb mungoi si ajri, por mungesa jote m\u00eb m\u00ebsoi t\u00eb dhuroj timen. T\u00eb humb\u00ebsh nj\u00eb prind kur je ende f\u00ebmij\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb sikur t\u00eb ec\u00ebsh krah p\u00ebr krah me bot\u00ebn e p\u00ebrjetshme. Fillon ta shoh\u00ebsh vdekjen jo si fundin e madh, por si nj\u00eb der\u00eb ku ndoshta do ta takosh s\u00ebrish. N\u00eb k\u00ebrkim t\u00eb \u00e7lirimit nga kjo stuhi, fillon e hedh syt\u00eb drejt qiellit p\u00ebr t\u00eb ndier n\u00ebse je aty, duke m\u00eb par\u00eb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Shtresa e qiellit b\u00ebhet si nj\u00eb p\u00eblhur\u00eb e leht\u00eb q\u00eb m\u00eb mb\u00ebshtjell trupin sa her\u00eb r\u00ebndohem nga ky udh\u00ebtim i v\u00ebshtir\u00eb. Pranin\u00eb t\u00ebnde nuk e ndiej vet\u00ebm pran\u00eb banes\u00ebs s\u00eb fundit. Sa her\u00eb vij, m\u00eb duket sikur hapat e mi nuk e prekin tok\u00ebn, sikur flladi m\u00eb ledhaton faqen me prekjen t\u00ebnde. Lot\u00ebt rrjedhin vetvetiu, ashtu si dit\u00ebn e par\u00eb kur t\u00eb pash\u00eb t\u00eb zhyteshe n\u00eb dhe, duke marr\u00eb me vete edhe f\u00ebmij\u00ebrin\u00eb time. Un\u00eb t\u00eb mbaj gjith\u00eb koh\u00ebs me vete. Je n\u00eb krah\u00ebt e mi, i paduksh\u00ebm, brenda meje, dhe aty do t\u00eb jesh gjithmon\u00eb. Do t\u00eb jesh edhe n\u00eb zemr\u00ebn e vajz\u00ebs sime dhe m\u00eb von\u00eb. Dashuria ime p\u00ebr ty do t\u00eb shnd\u00ebrrohet n\u00eb kujtimin e saj t\u00eb p\u00ebrhersh\u00ebm. \u00c7do 12 shtator e kam par\u00eb veten n\u00eb cepin e sht\u00ebpis\u00eb duke pritur e p\u00ebrcjell\u00eb njer\u00ebz t\u00eb ndrysh\u00ebm, pa ditur sakt\u00eb kush ishin shum\u00eb prej tyre. N\u00eb mendjen time gjithmon\u00eb ka qen\u00eb nj\u00eb pik\u00ebpyetje e madhe n\u00ebse dikush prej tyre kishte dor\u00eb n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb dhimbje kaq t\u00eb madhe. Ky dyshim m\u00eb ka p\u00ebrndjekur, p\u00ebr mir\u00eb apo p\u00ebr keq. Megjithat\u00eb, n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb udh\u00ebtim ka pasur edhe momente dometh\u00ebn\u00ebse, kur d\u00ebgjoja rr\u00ebfimet e atyre q\u00eb i kishe prekur thell\u00eb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Nd\u00ebr to mbaj mend nj\u00eb histori t\u00eb rrall\u00eb: dikush rrinte vet\u00ebm, i heshtur. Kur e pyet\u00ebn, ai tregoi nj\u00eb ngjarje nga Tropoja, kur n\u00eb nj\u00eb nga atentatet, makina jote ishte futur n\u00eb hyrje t\u00eb nj\u00eb pallati p\u00ebr t\u2019u shp\u00ebtuar plumbave. At\u00eb nat\u00eb, n\u00eb der\u00ebn ku trokitje, nuk pranove t\u00eb hyje brenda nga meraku se mos vije n\u00eb rrezik familjen e tij. K\u00ebrkove nj\u00eb karrige dhe nj\u00eb got\u00eb uj\u00eb dhe u ule jasht\u00eb n\u00eb pragun e der\u00ebs. Personi q\u00eb tregonte, i moshuar mes lot\u00ebsh, tha: \u201cSikur edhe shtat\u00eb jet\u00eb t\u2019i kisha, nuk do t\u00eb b\u00ebja kurr\u00eb at\u00eb q\u00eb b\u00ebri Azemi\u201d. At\u00ebher\u00eb nuk i kuptova plot\u00ebsisht ato fjal\u00eb, por e dija se kishin nj\u00eb kuptim t\u00eb ve\u00e7ant\u00eb. I mbajta me vete p\u00ebr t\u2019i kuptuar m\u00eb thell\u00eb dhe p\u00ebr t\u2019i dh\u00ebn\u00eb m\u00eb shum\u00eb kuptim jet\u00ebs sime. Un\u00eb dua q\u00eb kjo jet\u00eb t\u00eb ket\u00eb kuptim, qoft\u00eb edhe nj\u00eb \u00e7erek t\u00eb asaj q\u00eb kishe ti. Vet\u00ebm k\u00ebshtu do t\u00eb ndjehem e plot\u00ebsuar, sado pak.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ti ishe i till\u00eb, jetove pak, por arrite shum\u00eb. Sido q\u00eb t\u00eb ishte, un\u00eb nuk do t\u00eb resht kurr\u00eb s\u00eb th\u00ebni: T\u00eb dua, babi! Do t\u00eb jetoj gjithmon\u00eb me p\u00ebrpjekjen p\u00ebr t\u00eb t\u00eb b\u00ebr\u00eb krenar, sepse kjo \u00ebsht\u00eb m\u00ebnyra m\u00eb e bukur p\u00ebr t\u00eb ecur p\u00ebrpara, duke marr\u00eb me vete kujtimet dhe rr\u00ebfimet e atyre q\u00eb ti i ke ndryshuat jet\u00ebn, duke i rijesjell\u00eb n\u00eb jet\u00ebn time t\u00eb p\u00ebrditshme dhe duke nd\u00ebrtuar nj\u00eb ekzistenc\u00eb t\u00eb re, at\u00eb t\u00eb pranis\u00eb s\u00eb thell\u00eb shpirt\u00ebrore brenda meje. Sepse, n\u00eb fund t\u00eb fundit, dashuria q\u00eb na japin prind\u00ebrit \u00ebsht\u00eb drita q\u00eb na udh\u00ebheq n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb bot\u00eb dhe ajo drit\u00eb nuk shuhet kurr\u00eb brenda nesh, kudo q\u00eb ata jan\u00eb.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" N\u00eb 27-vjetorin e vrasjes s\u00eb Azem Hajdarit, Rudina Hajdari ka ndar\u00eb nj\u00eb mesazh t\u00eb ndjer\u00eb n\u00eb kujtim t\u00eb t\u00eb atit. N\u00eb nj\u00eb dedikim t\u00eb ndar\u00eb n\u00eb rrjetet sociale, ajo p\u00ebrshkruan boshll\u00ebkun q\u00eb la humbja e babait n\u00eb mosh\u00eb t\u00eb vog\u00ebl, dhimbjen q\u00eb nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb zbehur me koh\u00ebn dhe p\u00ebrpjekjen p\u00ebr t\u00eb jetuar nj\u00eb jet\u00eb q\u00eb […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2037,"featured_media":424674,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[241,364,5380,231,1454,235],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-424673","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","5":"has-post-thumbnail","7":"category-aktualitet","8":"category-koment-opinion","9":"category-kryesore","10":"category-lajme","11":"category-politike","12":"category-vendi"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/zjarr.tv\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/424673","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/zjarr.tv\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/zjarr.tv\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/zjarr.tv\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2037"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/zjarr.tv\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=424673"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/zjarr.tv\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/424673\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":424675,"href":"https:\/\/zjarr.tv\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/424673\/revisions\/424675"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/zjarr.tv\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/424674"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/zjarr.tv\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=424673"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/zjarr.tv\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=424673"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/zjarr.tv\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=424673"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}