N\u00ebna ime u shua nj\u00eb m\u00ebngjes vjeshte, qet\u00ebsisht, si nj\u00eb llamb\u00eb vaji q\u00eb fiket ngadal\u00eb. Gjat\u00eb gjith\u00eb jet\u00ebs punoi pa pushim, por nuk la pas asgj\u00eb p\u00ebrve\u00e7 nj\u00eb sht\u00ebpie t\u00eb rr\u00ebnuar dhe disa gj\u00ebrave t\u00eb vjetra.
\nN\u00eb dhom\u00ebn e saj t\u00eb vog\u00ebl, p\u00ebrve\u00e7 nj\u00eb dollapi t\u00eb vjet\u00ebr e t\u00eb g\u00ebrryer, nuk kishte asgj\u00eb me vler\u00eb \u2014 vet\u00ebm tre batanije t\u00eb trasha, t\u00eb p\u00ebrdorura e t\u00eb arnuara, q\u00eb ajo i kishte palosur me kujdes.<\/p>\n
V\u00ebllai i madh tha me nervoziz\u00ebm: \u201cP\u00ebr \u00e7far\u00eb i duhen k\u00ebto? Duhet hedhur.\u201d
\nI dyti shtoi: \u201cS\u2019jan\u00eb as pes\u00eb pare. Kush i do, le t\u2019i marr\u00eb. Un\u00eb s\u2019kam nd\u00ebrmend t\u00eb ngarkohem me plehra.\u201d
\nUn\u00eb u p\u00ebrgjigja: \u201cJan\u00eb kujtime t\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00ebris\u00eb. N\u00ebse s\u2019i doni, i marr un\u00eb.\u201d
\n\u201cT\u00eb duash,\u201d tha v\u00ebllai i madh. \u201cPleh\u00ebr jan\u00eb.\u201dT\u00eb nes\u00ebrmen i \u00e7ova t\u00eb treja n\u00eb banes\u00eb. Vendosa t\u2019i laja e t\u2019i ruaja. Por kur tundja nj\u00ebr\u00ebn fort, d\u00ebgjova nj\u00eb zhurm\u00eb t\u00eb that\u00eb \u2014 \u201cclack!\u201d \u2014 sikur di\u00e7ka e fort\u00eb kishte r\u00ebn\u00eb p\u00ebr tok\u00eb\u2026Nd\u00ebrsa u p\u00ebrkula t\u00eb shihja \u00e7far\u00eb kishte r\u00ebn\u00eb, zbulova nj\u00eb \u00e7el\u00ebs t\u00eb vjet\u00ebr, t\u00eb gdhendur bukur, me nj\u00eb dizajn t\u00eb nd\u00ebrlikuar. Dukej krejt jasht\u00eb vendit, i fshehur mes pal\u00ebve t\u00eb nj\u00eb batanijeje t\u00eb vjet\u00ebr e t\u00eb shqyer. Kureshtja m\u2019u shtua, e v\u00ebshtrova me kujdes, duke u pyetur se \u00e7far\u00eb sekreti mund t\u00eb fshehte. Vajza ime, me kureshtjen e saj t\u00eb zakonshme, pyeti: \u201c\u00c7far\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb ai, babi?\u201d<\/p>\n
I buz\u00ebqesha dhe i thash\u00eb: \u201c\u00cbsht\u00eb nj\u00eb mister, zem\u00ebr. Ndoshta \u00ebsht\u00eb \u00e7el\u00ebsi i nj\u00eb thesari.\u201d Syt\u00eb iu zgjeruan nga emocioni, dhe filluam t\u00eb trillojm\u00eb histori p\u00ebr thesare t\u00eb fshehura, dyer sekrete dhe aventura magjike. N\u00eb at\u00eb \u00e7ast, batanija u shnd\u00ebrrua nga nj\u00eb cop\u00eb e thjesht\u00eb p\u00eblhure n\u00eb nj\u00eb port\u00eb p\u00ebr imagjinat\u00ebn ton\u00eb.<\/p>\n
Tek sa vazhdoja t\u00eb kontrolloja batanijet, mendja m\u2019u kthye pas, tek kujtimet me n\u00ebn\u00ebn time. Secila prej tyre dukej sikur mbante nj\u00eb jehon\u00eb t\u00eb pranis\u00eb s\u00eb saj \u2014 ngroht\u00ebsin\u00eb gjat\u00eb dimrave t\u00eb ftoht\u00eb, \u00e7adrat q\u00eb nd\u00ebrtonim p\u00ebr t\u00eb luajtur, p\u00ebrqafimet qet\u00ebsuese gjat\u00eb net\u00ebve pa gjum\u00eb. Kuptova se ato nuk ishin thjesht batanije; ishin en\u00eb kujtimesh, q\u00eb tregonin n\u00eb heshtje histori dashurie dhe kujdesi.<\/p>\n
At\u00eb mbr\u00ebmje, kur po fusja vajz\u00ebn n\u00eb shtrat, nuk mund ta hiqja nga mendja ndjesin\u00eb se \u00e7el\u00ebsi ishte m\u00eb shum\u00eb se nj\u00eb objekt. Ishte nj\u00eb lidhje me t\u00eb kaluar\u00ebn, nj\u00eb fije e prekshme me jet\u00ebn q\u00eb n\u00ebna ime kishte jetuar. Vendosa t\u00eb hulumtoja m\u00eb shum\u00eb, i vendosur t\u00eb zbuloja origjin\u00ebn e tij.<\/p>\n
Gjat\u00eb dit\u00ebve n\u00eb vijim, u zhyta n\u00eb albume t\u00eb vjetra fotografish dhe letra, duke k\u00ebrkuar ndonj\u00eb gjurm\u00eb. Vajza ime u b\u00eb ndihm\u00ebsja ime e zellshme, imagjinata e saj ushqente k\u00ebrkimin ton\u00eb. E imagjinonim n\u00ebn\u00ebn time si nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb t\u00eb re, duke hapur me at\u00eb \u00e7el\u00ebs kopshte sekrete apo dhoma t\u00eb fshehta. \u00c7do zbulim ishte nj\u00eb pjes\u00eb e nj\u00eb enigme m\u00eb t\u00eb madhe, duke krijuar portretin e nj\u00eb gruaje me nj\u00eb jet\u00eb shum\u00eb m\u00eb t\u00eb pasur se sa kishim ditur.<\/p>\n
Nj\u00eb pasdite, duke shqyrtuar nj\u00eb fotografi t\u00eb zbehur ku n\u00ebna ime q\u00ebndronte para nj\u00eb sht\u00ebpize t\u00eb vog\u00ebl, vura re di\u00e7ka t\u00eb \u00e7uditshme. N\u00eb dor\u00ebn e saj ishte pik\u00ebrisht ai \u00e7el\u00ebs q\u00eb kishim gjetur. E tregova i emocionuar vajz\u00ebs time, dhe s\u00eb bashku filluam t\u00eb bashkonim cop\u00ebzat e historis\u00eb.<\/p>\n
Nga bisedat me t\u00eb af\u00ebrmve, m\u00ebsova se sht\u00ebpiza i p\u00ebrkiste nj\u00eb miku t\u00eb vjet\u00ebr t\u00eb familjes, nj\u00eb vend q\u00eb n\u00ebna ime e vizitonte shpesh n\u00eb rinin\u00eb e saj. Ishte nj\u00eb streh\u00eb, nj\u00eb vend ku gjente qet\u00ebsi. \u00c7el\u00ebsi, mesa dukej, ishte nj\u00eb simbol lirie \u2014 hapte jo vet\u00ebm dyer, por edhe g\u00ebzimet dhe \u00ebndrrat q\u00eb ajo kishte dashur.<\/p>\n
Duke kuptuar r\u00ebnd\u00ebsin\u00eb e asaj q\u00eb kishim zbuluar, ndjeva nj\u00eb q\u00ebllim t\u00eb ri. Batanijet q\u00eb dikur u hodh\u00ebn posht\u00eb si t\u00eb pavlera u shnd\u00ebrruan n\u00eb nj\u00eb thesar kujtimesh dhe historias. Ishin nj\u00eb d\u00ebshmi e q\u00ebndrueshm\u00ebris\u00eb s\u00eb n\u00ebn\u00ebs sime dhe dashuris\u00eb q\u00eb ajo kishte derdhur n\u00eb jet\u00ebt tona.<\/p>\n
N\u00eb fund, thesari i v\u00ebrtet\u00eb nuk ishin ar apo stoli, por trash\u00ebgimia q\u00eb n\u00ebna m\u00eb la pas \u2014 nj\u00eb trash\u00ebgimi e endur n\u00eb \u00e7do fije t\u00eb atyre batanijeve t\u00eb vjetra. Teksa un\u00eb dhe vajza ime u shtrim\u00eb n\u00ebn nj\u00ebr\u00ebn prej tyre, i p\u00ebshp\u00ebrita: \u201cK\u00ebto batanije jan\u00eb magjike, zem\u00ebr. Ato mbajn\u00eb fuqin\u00eb e historive, dhe me to mbajm\u00eb \u00e7el\u00ebsin e s\u00eb kaluar\u00ebs.\u201d Dhe n\u00eb at\u00eb moment, ngroht\u00ebsia e batanijes ishte m\u00eb shum\u00eb se fizike; ishte nj\u00eb p\u00ebrqafim i but\u00eb nga vet\u00eb n\u00ebna ime, q\u00eb lidhte t\u00eb kaluar\u00ebn me t\u00eb tashmen.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
N\u00ebna ime u shua nj\u00eb m\u00ebngjes vjeshte, qet\u00ebsisht, si nj\u00eb llamb\u00eb vaji q\u00eb fiket ngadal\u00eb. Gjat\u00eb gjith\u00eb jet\u00ebs punoi pa pushim, por nuk la pas asgj\u00eb p\u00ebrve\u00e7 nj\u00eb sht\u00ebpie t\u00eb rr\u00ebnuar dhe disa gj\u00ebrave t\u00eb vjetra. N\u00eb dhom\u00ebn e saj t\u00eb vog\u00ebl, p\u00ebrve\u00e7 nj\u00eb dollapi t\u00eb vjet\u00ebr e t\u00eb g\u00ebrryer, nuk kishte asgj\u00eb me vler\u00eb…<\/p>\n