Kumrie Avdyl Shala<\/p>\n
KE SE HA LUFTA, E HA PAQA<\/p>\n
(Ngjarje e v\u00ebrtet\u00eb \u2013 rr\u00ebfim p\u00ebr heroin\u00ebn e heshtur \u201cEra\u201d)<\/p>\n
N\u00eb nj\u00eb fshat t\u00eb vog\u00ebl dardan, ku \u00e7do gur mban kujtime lufte, jeton nj\u00eb grua q\u00eb e th\u00ebrrasin \u201cEra\u201d.
\nJo m\u00eb kot e ka at\u00eb em\u00ebr \u2014 sepse ashtu ka qen\u00eb gjithmon\u00eb: e leht\u00eb si fryma, por e fort\u00eb si stuhia.
\nE rritur n\u00eb nj\u00eb familje patriotike, ku fjala e burrave n\u00eb od\u00eb kishte pesh\u00eb m\u00eb shum\u00eb se ligji, Era q\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00eb m\u00ebsoi se liria nuk dhurohet, por fitohet. N\u00eb sht\u00ebpin\u00eb e babait t\u00eb saj mblidheshin burra t\u00eb urt\u00eb e trima, q\u00eb flisnin p\u00ebr tok\u00ebn, flamurin dhe sakrific\u00ebn. Ajo i d\u00ebgjonte n\u00eb heshtje, por \u00e7do fjal\u00eb ia gdhendte n\u00eb shpirt.
\nN\u00eb shkoll\u00eb, Era nuk pranonte asnj\u00eb padrejt\u00ebsi. M\u00ebsuesja e gjuh\u00ebs serbe k\u00ebrkoi nj\u00eb dit\u00eb q\u00eb nx\u00ebn\u00ebsit t\u00eb shkruanin nj\u00eb hartim me tem\u00ebn: \u201cSi i kalova pushimet verore.\u201d
\nEra shkroi vet\u00ebm tri rreshta:
\n> \u201cPushimet verore i kalova duke b\u00ebr\u00eb ushtrime fizike, q\u00eb t\u00eb form\u00ebsoj trupin tim.\u201d
\nN\u00eb ato fjal\u00eb, m\u00ebsuesja pa nj\u00eb mesazh: p\u00ebrgatitje p\u00ebr rezistenc\u00eb, p\u00ebr liri.
\nU zem\u00ebrua dhe deshi ta d\u00ebbonte nga ora, por Era nuk u p\u00ebrkul. \u201cShkina e shkaut!\u201d ia ktheu me guxim, dhe u largua nga klasa vet\u00ebm p\u00ebr t\u00eb mos d\u00ebmtuar shoqet e saj.
\nN\u00eb fund, nj\u00eb profesor shqiptar e ndihmoi q\u00eb t\u00eb kalonte vitin, duke i th\u00ebn\u00eb asaj me admirim:
\n> \u201cTi je e pathyeshme, vajz\u00eb.\u201d
\nN\u00eb vitet e zymta \u201989\u2013\u201990, Era ishte n\u00eb rreshtat e par\u00eb t\u00eb demonstratave. Me flamurin kuqezi n\u00eb dor\u00eb, k\u00ebrkonte liri p\u00ebr Kosov\u00ebn, barazi p\u00ebr shqiptar\u00ebt dhe drejt\u00ebsi p\u00ebr minator\u00ebt q\u00eb u ngrit\u00ebn kund\u00ebr shtypjes.
\nAjo nuk njihte frik\u00eb.
\nE rrah\u00ebn, e k\u00ebrc\u00ebnuan, e ndoq\u00ebn, por ajo vazhdoi.
\nN\u00eb zemr\u00ebn e saj kishte nj\u00eb forc\u00eb q\u00eb nuk e ndalte askush.
\nKur filloi lufta, Era iu bashkua radh\u00ebve t\u00eb U\u00c7K-s\u00eb me nj\u00eb pushk\u00eb t\u00eb vjet\u00ebr gjermane, trash\u00ebgimi familjare. Ajo e dinte se nuk kishte r\u00ebnd\u00ebsi arma, por zemra q\u00eb e mban.
\nIshte n\u00eb \u00e7do detyr\u00eb, n\u00eb \u00e7do streh\u00eb ku duhej ndihm\u00eb.
\nE p\u00ebrkushtuar, e buz\u00ebqeshur, dhe me nj\u00eb shpres\u00eb q\u00eb nuk shuhej kurr\u00eb.
\nP\u00ebr bashk\u00ebluft\u00ebtar\u00ebt, ajo ishte si drita pas stuhis\u00eb.
\nLufta kaloi, por plag\u00ebt mbet\u00ebn.
\nPas shum\u00eb vitesh n\u00eb paqe, Era u p\u00ebrball me nj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr betej\u00eb, k\u00ebt\u00eb her\u00eb jo me arm\u00eb, por me s\u00ebmundjen.
\nKanceri iu b\u00eb armiku i ri, por ajo nuk u dor\u00ebzua.
\nAsnj\u00ebher\u00eb.
\nSot, edhe pse e lodhur nga trajtimet e gjata, ajo nuk ankohet.
\nKur dikush i thot\u00eb \u201cje lodhur shum\u00eb\u201d, ajo buz\u00ebqesh dhe thot\u00eb:
\n> \u201cE di\u2026 por un\u00eb jam m\u00ebsuar me beteja. Ke se ha lufta, e ha paqa.\u201d
\nFjal\u00ebt e saj jan\u00eb t\u00eb r\u00ebnda si gur\u00ebt e varreve t\u00eb d\u00ebshmor\u00ebve, por edhe t\u00eb lehta si fryma e shpres\u00ebs.
\nAjo \u00ebsht\u00eb d\u00ebshmi e gjall\u00eb se heroizmi nuk p\u00ebrfundon me luft\u00ebn.
\nSe trim\u00ebria nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb vet\u00ebm t\u00eb mbash pushk\u00ebn, por edhe t\u00eb p\u00ebrballesh me dhimbjen pa humbur dinjitetin.
\nEra jeton ende.
\nE heshtur, e thjesht\u00eb, por e madh\u00ebrishme n\u00eb shpirt.
\nNj\u00eb fem\u00ebr shqiptare q\u00eb i b\u00ebri ball\u00eb shekujve, luftrave, padrejt\u00ebsive dhe sot, s\u00ebmundjes.
\nNj\u00eb Er\u00eb q\u00eb s\u2019mund ta ndal\u00eb as lufta, as paqa, as koha.
\nEra ishte nd\u00ebr ato vajza q\u00eb lindin rrall\u00eb. E pathyeshme n\u00eb koh\u00eb t\u00eb err\u00ebta, krenare edhe n\u00eb drit\u00ebn e munguar.
\nN\u00eb luft\u00eb q\u00ebndroi e fort\u00eb si guri i vendlindjes, me shpirt t\u00eb zjarrt\u00eb e sy q\u00eb digjnin p\u00ebr drejt\u00ebsi. E njohin shum\u00eb, e admirojn\u00eb t\u00eb gjith\u00eb q\u00eb e kan\u00eb par\u00eb duke punuar p\u00ebr atdheun e njer\u00ebzit pa b\u00ebr\u00eb zhurm\u00eb, pa k\u00ebrkuar shp\u00ebrblim.
\nPas luft\u00ebs, kur t\u00eb gjith\u00eb prisnin qet\u00ebsi, jeta i solli nj\u00eb sfid\u00eb tjet\u00ebr, m\u00eb t\u00eb v\u00ebshtir\u00ebn, m\u00eb tinzaren: s\u00ebmundjen e r\u00ebnd\u00eb. Por ajo, si gjithmon\u00eb, nuk deshi t\u2019i b\u00ebj\u00eb t\u00eb tjer\u00ebt t\u00eb vuajn\u00eb me t\u00eb.
\nNuk u ankua, nuk k\u00ebrkoi m\u00ebshir\u00eb.
\nPunon ende me p\u00ebrkushtim, me nj\u00eb intensitet q\u00eb i habit t\u00eb gjith\u00eb. P\u00ebrfundon veprat e saj, sikur \u00e7do dit\u00eb t\u00eb ishte dhurat\u00eb nga Zoti.
\nEdhe pse e di se n\u00eb trup ka nj\u00eb armik t\u00eb paduksh\u00ebm, ajo nuk e ka lejuar asnj\u00eb njeri ta shoh\u00eb t\u00eb thyer. N\u00eb fytyr\u00ebn e saj shfaqet po ajo drit\u00eb e dikurshme, n\u00eb fjal\u00ebt e saj ndjehet urt\u00ebsia e nj\u00eb shpirti q\u00eb e pranon gjith\u00e7ka me paqe.
\nAjo thot\u00eb:
\n\u201cZoti m\u00eb dha forc\u00ebn t\u00eb p\u00ebrballoj luft\u00ebn, e m\u00eb dha dashurin\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00eb mos e urrej jet\u00ebn as tani.\u201d
\nTashm\u00eb, edhe pse s\u00ebmundja ka filluar t\u00eb duket, Era nuk k\u00ebrkon keqardhje.
\nAjo e di t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00ebn, e pranon, por nuk do ask\u00ebnd ta shqet\u00ebsoj\u00eb.
\nRron me dinjitet, si\u00e7 ka jetuar gjithmon\u00eb, me shpirt t\u00eb past\u00ebr dhe me besim t\u00eb madh te Zoti.<\/p>\n
N\u00eb heshtje, ajo po l\u00eb pas gjurm\u00eb t\u00eb bukura: libra, pun\u00eb, vepra, frym\u00ebzim.
\nDhe kush e njeh, e di se ende \u00ebsht\u00eb ajo Era e pathyeshme, vet\u00ebm se tani betej\u00ebn e zhvillon brenda vetes.<\/p>\n
\u201cKe se ha lufta, e ha paqa,\u201d , p\u00ebrs\u00ebrit ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb me buz\u00ebqeshje t\u00eb leht\u00eb,
\npor n\u00eb syt\u00eb e saj shihet nj\u00eb drit\u00eb q\u00eb nuk shuhet.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Kumrie Avdyl Shala KE SE HA LUFTA, E HA PAQA (Ngjarje e v\u00ebrtet\u00eb \u2013 rr\u00ebfim p\u00ebr heroin\u00ebn e heshtur \u201cEra\u201d) N\u00eb nj\u00eb fshat t\u00eb vog\u00ebl dardan, ku \u00e7do gur mban kujtime lufte, jeton nj\u00eb grua q\u00eb e th\u00ebrrasin \u201cEra\u201d. Jo m\u00eb kot e ka at\u00eb em\u00ebr \u2014 sepse ashtu ka qen\u00eb gjithmon\u00eb: e leht\u00eb si […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":3795,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4146","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\/4146","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=4146"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4146\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4147,"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4146\/revisions\/4147"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/3795"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4146"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4146"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4146"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}