{"id":4139,"date":"2026-04-03T07:49:03","date_gmt":"2026-04-03T06:49:03","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/?p=4139"},"modified":"2026-04-03T07:49:07","modified_gmt":"2026-04-03T06:49:07","slug":"fatmir-terziu-tregim-bukuroshja","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/2026\/04\/03\/fatmir-terziu-tregim-bukuroshja\/","title":{"rendered":"Fatmir Terziu-Tregim- Bukuroshja"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Fatmir Terziu<\/div>\n
Bukuroshja<\/div>\n
Tregim<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cHiqe.\u201d<\/div>\n
Z\u00ebri i mpreht\u00eb u p\u00ebrplas n\u00eb dhom\u00ebn e lart\u00eb, ku drita hynte e zbeht\u00eb nga dritarja e madhe me perde t\u00eb r\u00ebnda. Figura e holl\u00eb n\u00eb prag, me nj\u00eb kapele t\u00eb vjet\u00ebr cilindrike dhe nj\u00eb pallto t\u00eb gjat\u00eb q\u00eb i varej si kujtim i dikujt tjet\u00ebr, u ndal.<\/div>\n
\u201cNuk po tregohesha pa respekt,\u201d tha vajza me nj\u00eb z\u00eb t\u00eb but\u00eb, duke e hequr kapel\u00ebn me kujdes.<\/div>\n
Bukurija e pa me nj\u00eb buz\u00ebqeshje t\u00eb leht\u00eb motr\u00ebn e saj m\u00eb t\u00eb vog\u00ebl.<\/div>\n
\u201cE di q\u00eb nuk po tregoheshe. M\u00eb fal.\u201d<\/div>\n
Ema, m\u00eb e reja, iu hodh n\u00eb qaf\u00eb. P\u00ebr nj\u00eb \u00e7ast, dhoma e zymt\u00eb u mbush me nj\u00eb ngroht\u00ebsi t\u00eb harruar. Bukurija i rregulloi flok\u00ebt e gjat\u00eb q\u00eb i binin si hije mbi ball\u00eb dhe u kthye nga shtrati ku ishin hedhur grumbuj rrobash burrash.<\/div>\n
\u201cKush do ta kishte menduar q\u00eb babai kishte kaq shum\u00eb?\u201d – tha ajo, duke prekur nj\u00eb kravat\u00eb m\u00ebndafshi ngjyr\u00eb t\u00eb verdh\u00eb, t\u00eb fort\u00eb.<\/div>\n
\u201cNuk e kam par\u00eb kurr\u00eb ta mbaj\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cEdhe un\u00eb jo,\u201d u p\u00ebrgjigj Ema, duke hedhur syt\u00eb rreth e rrotull. Dhoma dukej sikur mbante ende frym\u00ebn e tij, e r\u00ebnd\u00eb, e heshtur, e padukshme, por e pranishme. Nuk ishte njeri i ngjyrave t\u00eb gjalla ai. Bukurija hapi nj\u00eb sirtar t\u00eb madh prej druri t\u00eb err\u00ebt dhe nxori nj\u00eb grusht shallesh.<\/div>\n
\u201cM\u00ebndafsh\u2026 t\u00eb gjitha,\u201d – tha ajo, duke i l\u00ebn\u00eb t\u00eb rr\u00ebshqisnin mes gishtave.<\/div>\n
Pastaj buz\u00ebt iu shtr\u00ebnguan.<\/div>\n
\u201cK\u00ebto nuk do t\u2019u shkojn\u00eb t\u00eb varf\u00ebrve,\u201d shtoi me nj\u00eb ton t\u00eb prer\u00eb. \u201cMesa duket, t\u00eb varf\u00ebrit jemi ne.\u201d<\/div>\n
Ema pa veten n\u00eb pasqyr\u00ebn e gjat\u00eb. Palltoja q\u00eb mbante mbi supe ishte e madhe, pothuaj e huaj.<\/div>\n
\u201cNdoshta mund t\u00eb rregullohet\u2026 t\u00eb pritet pak\u2026 t\u00eb kthehet n\u00eb di\u00e7ka tjet\u00ebr,\u201d – murmuriti ajo.<\/div>\n
\u201cJo, nuk mund ta besoj!\u201d – shp\u00ebrtheu Bukurija papritur, duke marr\u00eb nj\u00eb pallto tjet\u00ebr.<\/div>\n
\u201c\u00c7far\u00eb ka?\u201d pyeti Ema.<\/div>\n
\u201cLesh merinos \u2026 kjo kushton sa paga e nj\u00eb viti p\u00ebr nj\u00eb sh\u00ebrb\u00ebtore!\u201d<\/div>\n
Ajo e hodhi pallton mbi shtrat dhe u kthye nga dritarja me nj\u00eb nervoziz\u00ebm q\u00eb i ndezi fytyr\u00ebn.<\/div>\n
\u201cAi nuk na la asgj\u00eb\u2026 asgj\u00eb! Dhe nd\u00ebrkoh\u00eb\u2026 jetonte k\u00ebshtu?\u201d<\/div>\n
Ema u p\u00ebrpoq t\u00eb buz\u00ebqeshte leht\u00eb.<\/div>\n
\u201cMe k\u00ebt\u00eb rit\u00ebm, asnj\u00eb ndihm\u00eb nuk do t\u00eb shkoj\u00eb p\u00ebr ask\u00ebnd\u2026\u201d<\/div>\n
Por Bukurija nuk ishte p\u00ebr humor.<\/div>\n
\u201cDo na duhen k\u00ebto. Do t\u2019i kthejm\u00eb, do t\u2019i presim, do t\u2019i b\u00ebjm\u00eb tonat. Nuk kemi kujt t\u2019i japim llogari m\u00eb.\u201d<\/div>\n
N\u00eb at\u00eb \u00e7ast, Ema nxori nga gard\u00ebroba disa jelek\u00eb t\u00eb bukur prej kadifeje dhe brokade.<\/div>\n
\u201cShiko sa t\u00eb bukura jan\u00eb\u2026\u201d<\/div>\n
Bukurija i pa me habi t\u00eb sinqert\u00eb.<\/div>\n
\u201cMund t\u2019i veshim k\u00ebshtu si\u00e7 jan\u00eb.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cA do guxosh?\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cTani guxoj gjith\u00e7ka,\u201d tha ajo me nj\u00eb buz\u00ebqeshje t\u00eb hidhur. \u201cBabai na la pa jet\u00eb\u2026 por jo pa zgjedhje.\u201d<\/div>\n
Ajo nisi t\u00eb rregullonte rrobat me nj\u00eb energji t\u00eb papritur.<\/div>\n
\u201c\u00c7do k\u00ebmish\u00eb q\u00eb s\u2019do ta mbajm\u00eb\u2026 do t\u2019ia heqim kopsat.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cJo, Bukuri\u2026 \u00e7far\u00eb do thon\u00eb njer\u00ebzit?\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cLe t\u00eb thon\u00eb \u00e7\u2019t\u00eb duan.\u201d<\/div>\n
Fjal\u00ebt e saj u shuan kur hapi nj\u00eb kuti t\u00eb vog\u00ebl mbi komodin\u00eb. Brenda ishte nj\u00eb pal\u00eb syze, disa vegla t\u00eb vogla dhe kujtime t\u00eb heshtura. Syt\u00eb iu mbush\u00ebn papritur me lot.<\/div>\n
Ema, q\u00eb po mblidhte k\u00ebpuc\u00ebt n\u00eb nj\u00eb kuti, u ndal.<\/div>\n
\u201cBukuri\u2026 \u00e7far\u00eb ka?\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201c\u00cbsht\u00eb e \u00e7uditshme\u2026\u201d – tha ajo me z\u00eb t\u00eb dridhur. \u201cJam e trishtuar p\u00ebr t\u00eb\u2026 dhe nj\u00ebkoh\u00ebsisht e zem\u00ebruar.\u201d<\/div>\n
Ajo heshti nj\u00eb \u00e7ast.<\/div>\n
\u201cAi nuk na lejoi asgj\u00eb\u2026 as shkoll\u00eb, as shoq\u00ebri, as para\u2026 dhe tani zbulojm\u00eb nj\u00eb jet\u00eb q\u00eb nuk e njihnim.\u201d<\/div>\n
Ema nuk foli. Vet\u00ebm i zgjati nj\u00eb shami t\u00eb vog\u00ebl. Bukurija i fshiu syt\u00eb dhe mori frym\u00eb thell\u00eb.<\/div>\n
\u201cNa la pa asgj\u00eb\u2026 dhe megjithat\u00eb\u2026 mendoj se e doja.\u201d<\/div>\n
Ajo v\u00ebshtroi shamiz\u00ebn.<\/div>\n
\u201c\u00cbsht\u00eb jotja kjo?\u201d<\/div>\n
Ema ngriti supet.<\/div>\n
\u201cE gjete ku?\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cN\u00eb xhepin e palltos s\u00eb tij\u2026\u201d<\/div>\n
T\u00eb dyja u pan\u00eb n\u00eb heshtje. Nuk ishte e n\u00ebn\u00ebs. Nuk mund t\u00eb ishte. Nj\u00eb e v\u00ebrtet\u00eb tjet\u00ebr, e panjohur, q\u00ebndronte mes tyre si nj\u00eb hije e re. Dhe p\u00ebr her\u00eb t\u00eb par\u00eb, sht\u00ebpia nuk dukej vet\u00ebm e zbraz\u00ebt, por plot me sekrete. N\u00eb pasqyr\u00eb, Ema pa veten p\u00ebrs\u00ebri. Dhe p\u00ebrtej varf\u00ebris\u00eb, p\u00ebrtej frik\u00ebs, p\u00ebrtej t\u00eb panjohur\u00ebs, ajo pa di\u00e7ka tjet\u00ebr, nj\u00eb bukuri q\u00eb nuk ishte m\u00eb vet\u00ebm pamje, por guxim p\u00ebr t\u00eb jetuar ndryshe.<\/div>\n
Heshtja q\u00eb pasoi ishte m\u00eb e r\u00ebnd\u00eb se \u00e7do fjal\u00eb.<\/div>\n
Bukurija e vendosi ngadal\u00eb shamiz\u00ebn mbi shtrat, sikur t\u00eb ishte nj\u00eb d\u00ebshmi q\u00eb nuk duhej prekur m\u00eb.<\/div>\n
\u201cDuhet t\u00eb shohim edhe sirtar\u00ebt e tjer\u00eb,\u201d tha ajo m\u00eb n\u00eb fund, duke mbledhur veten. Z\u00ebri i saj kishte rifituar nj\u00ebfar\u00eb fort\u00ebsie, por tashm\u00eb ishte m\u00eb i thell\u00eb, m\u00eb i menduar. Ema hapi nj\u00eb ark\u00eb t\u00eb vog\u00ebl n\u00eb cep t\u00eb dhom\u00ebs. Kapaku k\u00ebrciti leht\u00eb, si nj\u00eb ankes\u00eb e vjet\u00ebr. Brenda kishte letra. T\u00eb lidhura me nj\u00eb fjongo t\u00eb zbehur blu.<\/div>\n
\u201cAi nuk shkruante kurr\u00eb,\u201d murmuriti ajo.<\/div>\n
Bukurija u afrua.<\/div>\n
\u201cHapi.\u201d<\/div>\n
Ema e zgjidhi fjongon. Letra e par\u00eb ishte e shkruar me nj\u00eb dor\u00eb t\u00eb rregullt, t\u00eb but\u00eb, nj\u00eb shkrim q\u00eb nuk i p\u00ebrkiste babait t\u00eb tyre. Ema lexoi me z\u00eb t\u00eb ul\u00ebt:<\/div>\n
\u201c\u2026nuk mund t\u00eb vij m\u00eb. Gjith\u00e7ka \u00ebsht\u00eb b\u00ebr\u00eb e pamundur. Por ajo q\u00eb kemi ndar\u00eb do t\u00eb mbetet gjithmon\u00eb\u2026\u201d<\/div>\n
Ajo ndaloi.<\/div>\n
\u201cVazhdo,\u201d tha Bukurija, por z\u00ebri i saj nuk ishte m\u00eb urdh\u00ebrues.<\/div>\n
\u201c\u2026m\u00eb fal q\u00eb nuk pata forc\u00eb t\u00eb luftoj m\u00eb shum\u00eb. Kujdesu p\u00ebr veten. Dhe p\u00ebr t\u00eb vogl\u00ebn\u2026\u201d<\/div>\n
Ema ngriti syt\u00eb.<\/div>\n
\u201cP\u00ebr t\u00eb vogl\u00ebn\u2026\u201d<\/div>\n
T\u00eb dyja menduan t\u00eb nj\u00ebjt\u00ebn gj\u00eb, por asnj\u00ebra nuk e tha menj\u00ebher\u00eb.<\/div>\n
\u201cKur \u00ebsht\u00eb shkruar kjo?\u201d pyeti Bukurija.<\/div>\n
\u201cShum\u00eb vite m\u00eb par\u00eb\u2026\u201d – Ema rrotulloi faqen. \u201cPara se t\u00eb vdiste mamaja.\u201d<\/div>\n
Bukurija u ul n\u00eb buz\u00eb t\u00eb shtratit.<\/div>\n
\u201cPra\u2026 ai kishte nj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr jet\u00eb. Nj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr histori\u2026\u201d<\/div>\n
Ema vazhdoi t\u00eb shfletonte. Letra pas letre. Disa ishin m\u00eb t\u00eb gjata, disa t\u00eb shkurt\u00ebra, disa t\u00eb lagura nga pika q\u00eb mund t\u00eb kishin qen\u00eb lot.<\/div>\n
\u201cBukuri\u2026\u201d – tha ajo m\u00eb n\u00eb fund – \u201cajo e dinte q\u00eb ai kishte nj\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00eb.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201c\u00c7far\u00eb?\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cShkruan k\u00ebtu\u2026 \u2018nuk mund ta pranoj dot, por nuk mund ta mohoj as at\u00eb q\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb gjaku yt\u2026\u2019\u201d<\/div>\n
Dhoma dukej sikur u tkurr.<\/div>\n
\u201cNj\u00eb mot\u00ebr?\u201d – z\u00ebri i Bukuris\u00eb mezi doli.<\/div>\n
\u201cOse v\u00eblla,\u201d tha Ema.<\/div>\n
Asnj\u00ebra nuk foli p\u00ebr disa \u00e7aste. Pastaj Bukurija u ngrit papritur.<\/div>\n
\u201cPra, jo vet\u00ebm q\u00eb na la pa asgj\u00eb\u2026 por ndoshta ka l\u00ebn\u00eb di\u00e7ka p\u00ebr dik\u00eb tjet\u00ebr?\u201d<\/div>\n
Ema e pa me kujdes.<\/div>\n
\u201cNdoshta\u2026 ose ndoshta ai nuk dinte si t\u00eb jetonte me asnj\u00eb prej jet\u00ebve t\u00eb tij.\u201d<\/div>\n
Kjo fjali e ndali Bukurijen. Ajo pa p\u00ebrreth dhom\u00ebn, rrobat e shtrenjta, mobiljet e r\u00ebnda, sendet e paprekura.<\/div>\n
\u201cJetoi si i huaj n\u00eb sht\u00ebpin\u00eb e vet,\u201d – tha ajo ngadal\u00eb.<\/div>\n
Ema mbylli letrat dhe i mbajti fort n\u00eb duar.<\/div>\n
\u201c\u00c7far\u00eb do b\u00ebjm\u00eb tani?\u201d<\/div>\n
Pyetja mbeti pezull. Bukurija mori frym\u00eb thell\u00eb.<\/div>\n
\u201cTani\u2026 nuk jemi m\u00eb vet\u00ebm vajzat e tij,\u201d – tha ajo. \u201cJemi\u2026 vetja jon\u00eb.\u201d<\/div>\n
Ajo mori nj\u00eb nga palltot dhe e hodhi mbi supe. Nuk ishte m\u00eb si m\u00eb par\u00eb, tani dukej si nj\u00eb zgjedhje.<\/div>\n
\u201cDo t\u00eb punojm\u00eb. Do t\u00eb m\u00ebsojm\u00eb. Do t\u00eb jetojm\u00eb si t\u00eb duam,\u201d – vazhdoi ajo.<\/div>\n
\u201cDhe p\u00ebr k\u00ebt\u00eb\u2026\u201d – ajo hodhi syt\u00eb nga letrat – \u201cduhet t\u00eb dim\u00eb t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00ebn.\u201d<\/div>\n
Ema u afrua pran\u00eb saj.<\/div>\n
\u201cDo ta k\u00ebrkojm\u00eb?\u201d<\/div>\n
Bukurija e pa drejt n\u00eb sy.<\/div>\n
\u201cPo. Sepse n\u00ebse kemi nj\u00eb mot\u00ebr\u2026 ajo nuk duhet t\u00eb mbetet nj\u00eb sekret si ne.\u201d<\/div>\n
N\u00eb at\u00eb \u00e7ast, dielli dep\u00ebrtoi pak m\u00eb fort n\u00ebp\u00ebr perde. Dhoma nuk dukej m\u00eb vet\u00ebm e zymt\u00eb, kishte filluar t\u00eb hapet. Ema buz\u00ebqeshi leht\u00eb.<\/div>\n
\u201cDuket sikur gjith\u00e7ka po fillon\u2026 pik\u00ebrisht tani.\u201d<\/div>\n
Bukurija ngriti kok\u00ebn.<\/div>\n
\u201cJo duket,\u201d tha ajo. \u201cPo fillon v\u00ebrtet.\u201d<\/div>\n
Dhe p\u00ebr her\u00eb t\u00eb par\u00eb q\u00eb nga vdekja e babait, nuk ndjen\u00eb vet\u00ebm humbje, por nj\u00eb humbje n\u00eb drejtim. Nj\u00eb rrug\u00eb t\u00eb paqart\u00eb, t\u00eb v\u00ebshtir\u00eb\u2026, por t\u00eb tyren.<\/div>\n
Dit\u00ebt q\u00eb pasuan kaluan mes pastrimit, heshtjes dhe leximit t\u00eb atyre letrave q\u00eb sa m\u00eb shum\u00eb hapeshin, aq m\u00eb shum\u00eb shtonin misterin. Por nj\u00eb cep i dhom\u00ebs kishte mbetur ende i paprekur, nj\u00eb kasafort\u00eb e vog\u00ebl prej hekuri, e fshehur pas nj\u00eb perdeje t\u00eb r\u00ebnd\u00eb.<\/div>\n
\u201cDuhet ta hapim,\u201d – tha Ema nj\u00eb m\u00ebngjes, me nj\u00eb vendosm\u00ebri t\u00eb re n\u00eb z\u00eb.<\/div>\n
Bukurija u afrua.<\/div>\n
\u201cKe t\u00eb drejt\u00eb.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u00c7el\u00ebsi u gjet m\u00eb leht\u00eb se\u00e7 mendonin, brenda nj\u00eb libri t\u00eb vjet\u00ebr mjek\u00ebsie, q\u00eb babai e kishte mbajtur gjithmon\u00eb pran\u00eb. Nj\u00eb zakon i tij i vjet\u00ebr, gjith\u00e7ka e r\u00ebnd\u00ebsishme, e fshehur n\u00eb dukje t\u00eb zakonshme. Kur kasaforta u hap, nuk kishte ar, as stoli, as pasuri t\u00eb dukshme. Vet\u00ebm nj\u00eb zarf i madh, i vulosur. Bukurija e mori me duar q\u00eb i dridheshin leht\u00eb. N\u00eb pjes\u00ebn e p\u00ebrparme shkruhej: P\u00ebr vajzat e mia. Ajo e hapi ngadal\u00eb. Brenda ishte nj\u00eb dokument zyrtar, i firmosur dhe i vulosur nga noteri. Ema iu afrua dhe lexuan bashk\u00eb: \u201c\u2026t\u00eb gjitha pasurit\u00eb e mia monetare, t\u00eb depozituara n\u00eb bank\u00eb, jan\u00eb l\u00ebn\u00eb n\u00eb em\u00ebr t\u00eb vajzave t\u00eb mia, p\u00ebr t\u2019u p\u00ebrdorur nga ato pa asnj\u00eb kufizim, sipas vullnetit t\u00eb tyre\u2026\u201d<\/div>\n
Ema u shtang.<\/div>\n
\u201cPra\u2026 ai\u2026\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201c\u2026na la gjith\u00e7ka,\u201d p\u00ebrfundoi Bukurija me nj\u00eb z\u00eb t\u00eb ul\u00ebt. Por kishte edhe nj\u00eb let\u00ebr tjet\u00ebr brenda zarfit. Kjo ishte me dor\u00ebn e tij. Bukurija filloi ta lexonte: \u201cBijat e mia, n\u00ebse po e lexoni k\u00ebt\u00eb, at\u00ebher\u00eb un\u00eb nuk do jem m\u00eb me ju. Ju kam dashur m\u00eb shum\u00eb sesa kam ditur ta tregoj. Kam gabuar n\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00ebn si ju kam rritur, duke ju mbajtur larg bot\u00ebs, duke ju kursyer nga gj\u00ebrat q\u00eb n\u00eb mendjen time ishin rrezik, por q\u00eb n\u00eb t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb ishin jet\u00eb\u2026\u201d<\/div>\n
Ajo ndaloi p\u00ebr nj\u00eb \u00e7ast, pastaj vazhdoi: \u201cParat\u00eb i kam ruajtur p\u00ebr ju, jo nga koprracia, por nga frika se mos jua merrte bota para se t\u00eb ishit gati p\u00ebr t\u00eb. Tani jeni. Mos jetoni si un\u00eb. Jetoni si ju thot\u00eb zemra. Dhe n\u00ebse ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb m\u00eb gjykoni, b\u00ebjeni me drejt\u00ebsi, jo me zem\u00ebrim.\u201d<\/div>\n
Letra mbaronte thjesht: \u201cBabai juaj.\u201d<\/div>\n
Heshtja q\u00eb pasoi nuk ishte m\u00eb e r\u00ebnd\u00eb. Ishte e but\u00eb. Ema u ul ngadal\u00eb.<\/div>\n
\u201cPra\u2026 ai nuk ishte ashtu si mendonim.\u201d<\/div>\n
Bukurija mbajti letr\u00ebn pran\u00eb kraharorit.<\/div>\n
\u201cAi ishte\u2026 i humbur. Por jo pa dashuri.\u201d<\/div>\n
Ajo pa rreth e rrotull dhom\u00ebn, rrobat, sendet, gjith\u00e7ka q\u00eb m\u00eb par\u00eb dukej si nj\u00eb tradhti. Tani dukej si nj\u00eb p\u00ebrpjekje e gabuar p\u00ebr t\u00eb mbrojtur. Ema buz\u00ebqeshi leht\u00eb.<\/div>\n
\u201cDhe ne menduam se ishim t\u00eb varfra\u2026\u201d<\/div>\n
Bukurija qeshi p\u00ebr her\u00eb t\u00eb par\u00eb, nj\u00eb e qeshur e lir\u00eb.<\/div>\n
\u201cJo\u2026 ne ishim t\u00eb fshehura.\u201d<\/div>\n
Ajo u ngrit dhe u drejtua nga pasqyra. N\u00eb reflektim nuk pa m\u00eb vet\u00ebm vajz\u00ebn q\u00eb p\u00ebrpiqej t\u00eb mbijetonte. Pa nj\u00eb grua. Nj\u00eb bukuroshe, jo vet\u00ebm n\u00eb fytyr\u00eb, por n\u00eb forc\u00eb, n\u00eb zgjedhje, n\u00eb t\u00eb drejt\u00ebn p\u00ebr t\u00eb ndryshuar fatin e saj.<\/div>\n
\u201cE di \u00e7far\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb m\u00eb e bukura?\u201d tha ajo.<\/div>\n
\u201c\u00c7far\u00eb?\u201d pyeti Ema.<\/div>\n
\u201cQ\u00eb ai\u2026 pa na e treguar kurr\u00eb, na b\u00ebri t\u00eb forta. Na m\u00ebsoi t\u00eb jetojm\u00eb pa u mb\u00ebshtetur te askush. Dhe tani\u2026 na la mund\u00ebsin\u00eb t\u00eb jetojm\u00eb si\u00e7 duam.\u201d<\/div>\n
Ema u afrua dhe i kapi dor\u00ebn.<\/div>\n
\u201cDo ta b\u00ebjm\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb bashk\u00eb.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cGjithmon\u00eb,\u201d tha Bukurija.<\/div>\n
Jasht\u00eb, drita e dit\u00ebs kishte ndryshuar. Sht\u00ebpia nuk dukej m\u00eb si nj\u00eb vend i izoluar, por si nj\u00eb fillim. Sekreti q\u00eb kishin zbuluar nuk ishte vet\u00ebm nj\u00eb histori e fshehur, as vet\u00ebm nj\u00eb e v\u00ebrtet\u00eb e vonuar. Ishte nj\u00eb bukuri m\u00eb e thell\u00eb, nj\u00eb baba q\u00eb, n\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00ebn e tij t\u00eb \u00e7uditshme, kishte nd\u00ebrtuar t\u00eb ardhmen e vajzave t\u00eb tij, dhe dy vajza q\u00eb, p\u00ebrmes s\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00ebs, gjet\u00ebn jo vet\u00ebm pasurin\u00eb, por respektin. Dhe k\u00ebshtu, Bukuroshja nuk ishte m\u00eb thjesht nj\u00eb em\u00ebr. Ishte vet\u00eb jeta q\u00eb kishte ndryshuar drejtim.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Sqarim: Shk\u00ebputur nga v\u00ebllimi me tregime \u201eMisteriozja\u201c Sht\u00ebpia botuese \u201eGlobus R\u201c, Tiran\u00eb, 2008, , ribotim 2010.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Fatmir Terziu Bukuroshja Tregim \u201cHiqe.\u201d Z\u00ebri i mpreht\u00eb u p\u00ebrplas n\u00eb dhom\u00ebn e lart\u00eb, ku drita hynte e zbeht\u00eb nga dritarja e madhe me perde t\u00eb r\u00ebnda. Figura e holl\u00eb n\u00eb prag, me nj\u00eb kapele t\u00eb vjet\u00ebr cilindrike dhe nj\u00eb pallto t\u00eb gjat\u00eb q\u00eb i varej si kujtim i dikujt tjet\u00ebr, u ndal. \u201cNuk po […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":4140,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4139","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\/4139","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=4139"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4139\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4141,"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4139\/revisions\/4141"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/4140"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4139"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4139"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4139"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}