{"id":4011,"date":"2026-02-10T20:49:18","date_gmt":"2026-02-10T19:49:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/?p=4011"},"modified":"2026-02-10T20:49:22","modified_gmt":"2026-02-10T19:49:22","slug":"fatmir-terziu-hija-e-nje-valleje-tregim","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/2026\/02\/10\/fatmir-terziu-hija-e-nje-valleje-tregim\/","title":{"rendered":"Fatmir Terziu: Hija e nj\u00eb valleje – Tregim"},"content":{"rendered":"

Fatmir Terziu<\/p>\n

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Hija e nj\u00eb valleje<\/div>\n
Tregim<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Ai ecte pran\u00eb Teatrit \u201eSkampa\u201c me hapa t\u00eb leht\u00eb. Ecte, dhe nuk d\u00ebshironte t\u00eb trazoj\u00eb as gur\u00ebt e rrug\u00ebs. Nata ishte e ftoht\u00eb. Ishte nj\u00eb err\u00ebsir\u00eb jo armiq\u00ebsore. Err\u00ebsira mbante mbi vete nj\u00eb qet\u00ebsi aristokratike. Qepte mbi telajo nj\u00eb heshtje q\u00eb dukej sikur e njihte prej koh\u00ebsh. Llambat e rrug\u00ebs ndri\u00e7onin dob\u00ebt. Fashiteshin si qirinj t\u00eb harruar pas nj\u00eb feste dit\u00eblindjeje. Era e Krast\u00ebs frynte me nj\u00eb dinak\u00ebri t\u00eb ashp\u00ebr. Frynte dhe ia skuqte faqet. N\u00eb at\u00eb dinak\u00ebri i trazoheshin edhe mendimet. Nuk ishte nga ata q\u00eb endeshin pa arsye. Zakonisht \u00e7do dalje e tij kishte nj\u00eb pretekst t\u00eb vog\u00ebl. N\u00eb fakt ishte nj\u00eb detyrim i domosdosh\u00ebm p\u00ebr shpirtin. At\u00eb mbr\u00ebmje kishte dal\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb shp\u00ebtuar nga lodhja e dit\u00ebs, nga or\u00ebt e gjata para ekranit, prej aty ku mendja lodhet m\u00eb shpejt se syt\u00eb. Trupi i tij k\u00ebrkonte l\u00ebvizje. Zemra i gufonte p\u00ebr nj\u00eb shk\u00ebputje t\u00eb vog\u00ebl nga vetvetja.<\/div>\n
Nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb e re, e brisht\u00eb si nj\u00eb deg\u00eb ulliri n\u00eb dim\u00ebr, i doli p\u00ebrpara. I k\u00ebrkoi disa monedha, me nj\u00eb z\u00eb q\u00eb dridhej mes nevoj\u00ebs dhe shpres\u00ebs. P\u00ebr ila\u00e7e, p\u00ebr buk\u00eb! Fjal\u00ebt rr\u00ebshqisnin nj\u00ebra mbi tjetr\u00ebn. Pastaj humbnin kuptimin. Por, syt\u00eb e saj mbanin nj\u00eb lodhje t\u00eb thell\u00eb, t\u00eb parakohshme. Ai e kishte par\u00eb edhe her\u00eb t\u00eb tjera. Gjithmon\u00eb t\u00eb re. Gjithmon\u00eb t\u00eb lodhur. E kishte portretizuar si nj\u00eb figur\u00eb q\u00eb p\u00ebrs\u00ebritej n\u00eb nj\u00eb poem\u00eb t\u00eb trisht\u00eb urbane. Papritur, n\u00eb shesh, n\u00ebn drit\u00ebn e zbeht\u00eb, dy silueta q\u00eb shp\u00ebtonin nga xhamat e Tetrit \u201eSkampa\u201c nis\u00ebn t\u00eb l\u00ebvizin. Vall\u00ebzonin. Nuk ndihej zhurm\u00eb. Kuptohej nj\u00eb p\u00ebrmbajtje elegante. Dukej sikur muzika t\u00eb vinte nga vet\u00eb ajri. Hapat e tyre ishin t\u00eb sakt\u00eb. Prekjet t\u00eb kujdesshme. L\u00ebvizjet nj\u00eb bised\u00eb e heshtur mes dy trupave q\u00eb e kuptonin nj\u00ebri-tjetrin pa fjal\u00eb. Era dhe t\u00eb ftohtit nuk ekzistonin p\u00ebr ta. Ata i p\u00ebrkisnin nj\u00eb bote m\u00eb t\u00eb but\u00eb.<\/div>\n
Ai u ndal, i magjepsur. Nxori telefonin, pa or\u00ebn. Nj\u00eb zakon i kot\u00eb, por qet\u00ebsues. Ishte her\u00ebt p\u00ebr t\u2019u kthyer n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi. Ama edhe von\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb q\u00ebndruar jasht\u00eb. Nj\u00eb buz\u00ebqeshje e hidhur i kaloi n\u00ebp\u00ebr mendje. Kujtoi, pa nostalgji t\u00eb tepruar, se dikur kishte k\u00ebrcyer edhe ai, n\u00eb dasma, n\u00eb g\u00ebzime t\u00eb zhurmshme, ku muzika ishte m\u00eb e fort\u00eb se ndjenjat. Zhurma e nj\u00eb motori theu but\u00ebsin\u00eb e \u00e7astit. Nj\u00eb makin\u00eb policie ndaloi n\u00eb shesh. Dy polic\u00eb zbrit\u00ebn me nj\u00ebher\u00eb. Nj\u00ebri i qet\u00eb, tjetri i ashp\u00ebr, me dor\u00ebn mbi arm\u00eb. Ata iu afruan nj\u00eb t\u00eb riu q\u00eb mbante nj\u00eb zarf dhe q\u00eb, si ai vet\u00eb, kishte harruar bot\u00ebn duke par\u00eb vallen. Valltar\u00ebt u ndan\u00eb me nj\u00eb l\u00ebvizje t\u00eb papritur. Harmonia u nd\u00ebrpre. I riu u prangos. \u00c7anta iu kontrollua, dhe e v\u00ebrteta e tij, e vog\u00ebl, por e d\u00ebnueshme, u b\u00eb arsye p\u00ebr shoq\u00ebrim n\u00eb makin\u00ebn e policis\u00eb.<\/div>\n
Pas nj\u00eb pauze t\u00eb shkurt\u00ebr, pothuaj t\u00eb ndrojtur, valltar\u00ebt u kthyen s\u00ebrish te nj\u00ebri-tjetri. Nj\u00eb dor\u00eb mbi shpatull, nj\u00eb hap i leht\u00eb, dhe vallja vazhdoi. Nj\u00eb rit\u00ebm i but\u00eb, pastaj nj\u00eb dyshe me pasion t\u00eb p\u00ebrmbajtur. Ata i kthyen shpin\u00ebn t\u00eb ftohtit, shat\u00ebrvan\u00ebve t\u00eb heshtur, po aq edhe syve kureshtar\u00eb para Kull\u00ebs s\u00eb Sahatit. Nj\u00eb llamb\u00eb e vjet\u00ebr pas tyre pulsoi p\u00ebr her\u00eb t\u00eb fundit dhe u shua. Momenti poetik, por p\u00ebr nj\u00eb moement t\u00eb vet\u00ebm, pasi u k\u00ebput si nj\u00eb varg i mbyllur me pik\u00eb. Vajza endacake ishte zhdukur n\u00eb rrugicat an\u00ebsore q\u00eb parakalojn\u00eb Kalan\u00eb. Ecte aty, si nj\u00eb figur\u00eb q\u00eb del nga skena pa zhurm\u00eb. Polic\u00ebt u larguan, duke l\u00ebn\u00eb pas er\u00ebn e benzin\u00ebs dhe nj\u00eb ndjesi rregulli t\u00eb p\u00ebrkohsh\u00ebm, q\u00eb iu ngjesh syve t\u00eb mb\u00ebshtetur n\u00eb murrin e madh t\u00eb Kalas\u00eb. Aty ndihej nj\u00eb bised\u00eb spontane . T\u00eb pastreh\u00ebt k\u00ebrkonin streh\u00eb n\u00ebn t\u00eb \u00e7ara. Nd\u00ebrsa ai hidhte syt\u00eb lart e posht\u00eb dhe mundohej t\u00eb gjente kuptim. Por kuptimi, ashtu si vallja, nuk pranonte t\u00eb shpjegohet.<\/div>\n
Ai pa s\u00ebrish or\u00ebn. Ishte her\u00ebt p\u00ebr t\u2019u kthyer n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi. Ishte po aq von\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb bredhur. Dhe me k\u00ebt\u00eb mendim t\u00eb qet\u00eb, gati poetik, ai vazhdoi rrug\u00ebn e tij, duke e ndjer\u00eb qytetin si nj\u00eb varg t\u00eb gjat\u00eb. Nj\u00eb poezi lirike mbi violin\u00ebn e Myzyrit, q\u00eb dukej ende e pap\u00ebrfunduar.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Fatmir Terziu Hija e nj\u00eb valleje Tregim Ai ecte pran\u00eb Teatrit \u201eSkampa\u201c me hapa t\u00eb leht\u00eb. Ecte, dhe nuk d\u00ebshironte t\u00eb trazoj\u00eb as gur\u00ebt e rrug\u00ebs. Nata ishte e ftoht\u00eb. Ishte nj\u00eb err\u00ebsir\u00eb jo armiq\u00ebsore. Err\u00ebsira mbante mbi vete nj\u00eb qet\u00ebsi aristokratike. Qepte mbi telajo nj\u00eb heshtje q\u00eb dukej sikur e njihte prej koh\u00ebsh. Llambat […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":3985,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4011","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-proze"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4011","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4011"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4011\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4012,"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4011\/revisions\/4012"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/3985"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4011"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4011"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4011"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}