Ka letra q\u00eb nuk jan\u00eb thjesht rreshta n\u00eb let\u00ebr. Jan\u00eb d\u00ebshmi kohe, jan\u00eb bindje q\u00eb nuk l\u00ebkunden, jan\u00eb z\u00eb q\u00eb mbetet edhe kur autori nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb m\u00eb.<\/p>\n
VAZHDO LEXIMIN ME !<\/p>\n
N\u00eb shtator t\u00eb vitit 1980, dy vite para se t\u00eb vritej n\u00eb Gjermani, Jusuf G\u00ebrvalla i shkruante n\u00ebn\u00ebs s\u00eb tij me nj\u00eb gjuh\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00eb prek thell\u00eb. N\u00eb ato rreshta nuk kishte vet\u00ebm mall p\u00ebr familjen, por nj\u00eb qart\u00ebsi t\u00eb jasht\u00ebzakonshme p\u00ebr rrug\u00ebn q\u00eb kishte zgjedhur.<\/p>\n
Letra p\u00ebr\u00e7on respekt t\u00eb pakusht\u00ebzuar dhe dashuri t\u00eb thell\u00eb p\u00ebr n\u00ebn\u00ebn, por mbi t\u00eb gjitha bindje t\u00eb hekurt. Ai nuk k\u00ebrkon m\u00ebshir\u00eb, nuk k\u00ebrkon keqardhje. Ai k\u00ebrkon forc\u00eb.<\/p>\n
Mesazhi q\u00eb p\u00ebrshkon gjith\u00eb letr\u00ebn \u00ebsht\u00eb i thjesht\u00eb dhe i fuqish\u00ebm: rruga e nderit \u00ebsht\u00eb e v\u00ebshtir\u00eb, por \u00ebsht\u00eb e vetmja e drejt\u00eb. Ai rikthen n\u00eb kujtes\u00eb fjal\u00ebt e saj nga f\u00ebmij\u00ebria \u2013 se rruga e nder\u00ebs \u00ebsht\u00eb m\u00eb e zorshmja, por m\u00eb e mira \u2013 duke i kthyer ato n\u00eb parim jete.<\/p>\n
N\u00eb rreshtat e tij nuk ka ankesa. Ka vendosm\u00ebri. Ka nj\u00eb lloj stoicizmi q\u00eb e b\u00ebn letr\u00ebn edhe m\u00eb t\u00eb r\u00ebnd\u00eb kur lexohet sot.<\/p>\n
Ai e p\u00ebrshkruan n\u00ebn\u00ebn si \u201cnji lis\u201d, q\u00eb nuk p\u00ebrkulet para furtunave. \u00cbsht\u00eb nj\u00eb figur\u00eb e fort\u00eb, simbol i q\u00ebndres\u00ebs, q\u00eb nuk thyhet nga er\u00ebrat e koh\u00ebs.<\/p>\n
Kur i thot\u00eb se ajo nuk duhet ta l\u00ebshoj\u00eb shpirtin para v\u00ebshtir\u00ebsive, ai n\u00eb fakt po i k\u00ebrkon t\u00eb q\u00ebndroj\u00eb krenare, \u00e7far\u00ebdo q\u00eb t\u00eb sjell\u00eb e ardhmja.<\/p>\n
Sakrifica p\u00ebr atdheun, n\u00eb k\u00ebndv\u00ebshtrimin e tij, nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb humbje. Ajo \u00ebsht\u00eb pjes\u00eb e nj\u00eb tradite m\u00eb t\u00eb madhe, e \u201cnanave trimnesha\u201d q\u00eb historia i ka skalitur si shtylla t\u00eb q\u00ebndres\u00ebs.<\/p>\n
Letra ka nj\u00eb qet\u00ebsi t\u00eb \u00e7uditshme. Nuk ka frik\u00eb t\u00eb shprehur. Nuk ka pasiguri. Ka vet\u00ebm bindje.<\/p>\n
Kur ai shkruan: \u201cTi je nji lis, q\u00eb nuk don me dit\u00eb p\u00ebr f\u00ebrfllazat e forta\u201d, fjalia ting\u00ebllon si paralajm\u00ebrim i heshtur.<\/p>\n
Sot, duke e ditur fundin tragjik t\u00eb tij, k\u00ebto fjal\u00eb marrin nj\u00eb pesh\u00eb tjet\u00ebr. Ato duken si nj\u00eb p\u00ebrgatitje shpirt\u00ebrore p\u00ebr at\u00eb q\u00eb do t\u00eb vinte.<\/p>\n
Dhe pik\u00ebrisht kjo e b\u00ebn letr\u00ebn m\u00eb shum\u00eb se nj\u00eb mesazh bir-n\u00ebn\u00eb. E b\u00ebn nj\u00eb testament moral, nj\u00eb d\u00ebshmi karakteri dhe nj\u00eb kujtes\u00eb se disa rrug\u00eb zgjidhen me vet\u00ebdije \u2013 pavar\u00ebsisht kostos.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Ka letra q\u00eb nuk jan\u00eb thjesht rreshta n\u00eb let\u00ebr. Jan\u00eb d\u00ebshmi kohe, jan\u00eb bindje q\u00eb nuk l\u00ebkunden, jan\u00eb z\u00eb q\u00eb mbetet edhe kur autori nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb m\u00eb. VAZHDO LEXIMIN ME ! N\u00eb shtator t\u00eb vitit 1980, dy vite para se t\u00eb vritej n\u00eb Gjermani, Jusuf G\u00ebrvalla i shkruante n\u00ebn\u00ebs s\u00eb tij me nj\u00eb gjuh\u00eb q\u00eb…<\/p>\n