Jam un\u00eb\u2026
Ajo vajza e vog\u00ebl
me syt\u00eb plot pyetje,
q\u00eb shihte bot\u00ebn
sikur \u00e7do gj\u00eb p\u00ebrpara saj
mbante fshehur nj\u00eb mrekulli.
Pes\u00eb vje\u00e7e\u2026
Dhe bota ishte e madhe,
aq e madhe
sa duhej ngritur koka
p\u00ebr ta par\u00eb deri n\u00eb fund.
Por un\u00eb nuk ngopesha duke e par\u00eb.
Kureshtja ime
ishte nj\u00eb zog i vog\u00ebl
q\u00eb m\u00eb fluturonte gjithmon\u00eb p\u00ebrpara;
m\u00eb th\u00ebrriste pas vetes
nga nj\u00eb pyetje te tjetra,
nga nj\u00eb der\u00eb te nj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr,
nga nj\u00eb “pse?”
te nj\u00eb “po sikur?”
Isha e vogla e sht\u00ebpis\u00eb,
por n\u00eb at\u00eb sht\u00ebpi
isha e rrethuar nga nj\u00eb bot\u00eb e t\u00ebr\u00eb:
n\u00ebna,
babai,
motrat,
v\u00ebllai\u2026
dhe un\u00eb,
nj\u00eb pik\u00eb e vog\u00ebl drite
mes gjith\u00eb asaj dashurie.
M\u00eb dukej se sht\u00ebpia
kishte zem\u00ebr.
E d\u00ebgjoja
n\u00eb z\u00ebrat e tyre,
n\u00eb hapat q\u00eb afroheshin,
n\u00eb duart q\u00eb m\u00eb p\u00ebrk\u00ebdhelnin,
n\u00eb at\u00eb sigurin\u00eb e \u00ebmb\u00ebl
se dikush ishte gjithmon\u00eb aty.
Dhe un\u00eb isha e dashur.
Ndoshta prandaj
e kisha zemr\u00ebn kaq t\u00eb hapur
p\u00ebr t\u00eb tjer\u00ebt.
F\u00ebmij\u00ebt e mosh\u00ebs sime
ishin thirrja ime e g\u00ebzimit.
Sapo d\u00ebgjoja z\u00ebrat e tyre,
f\u00ebmij\u00ebria m\u00eb zgjidhte k\u00ebpuc\u00ebt
dhe nisej me vrap.
Oborret b\u00ebheshin fusha,
rrugicat b\u00ebheshin mbret\u00ebri,
nj\u00eb gur b\u00ebhej thesar,
nj\u00eb shkop b\u00ebhej kal\u00eb,
dhe nj\u00eb pasdite e zakonshme
mund t\u00eb zgjaste sa nj\u00eb jet\u00eb.
Qeshja\u2026
Dhe e qeshura ime
duhej t\u00eb ket\u00eb qen\u00eb
nj\u00eb zog i vog\u00ebl
q\u00eb nuk dinte ku t\u00eb ulej.
Por pastaj vinte libri.
Dhe un\u00eb ndryshoja.
Ulesha pran\u00eb flet\u00ebve
me at\u00eb seriozitetin e vog\u00ebl
t\u00eb nj\u00eb f\u00ebmije
q\u00eb ende nuk e di
se po nd\u00ebrton veten.
Fjal\u00ebt n\u00eb libra
m\u00eb dukeshin si dritare.
Hapja nj\u00ebr\u00ebn
dhe shikoja larg.
Hapja tjetr\u00ebn
dhe doja t\u00eb dija m\u00eb shum\u00eb.
Nuk e dija at\u00ebher\u00eb
se njeriu rritet
edhe me gj\u00ebrat q\u00eb k\u00ebrkon t\u00eb kuptoj\u00eb.
Sot e shoh k\u00ebt\u00eb fotografi
dhe m\u00eb duket
se koha ka l\u00ebn\u00eb
nj\u00eb der\u00eb paksa t\u00eb hapur.
Nga ajo der\u00eb
m\u00eb sheh ajo.
Vog\u00eblushja ime.
Me fytyr\u00ebn e qet\u00eb,
me syt\u00eb e m\u00ebdhenj,
me at\u00eb pafaj\u00ebsi
q\u00eb ende nuk kishte m\u00ebsuar
t\u00eb fshihej,
E shoh
dhe nuk dua ta pyes
\u00e7far\u00eb do t\u00eb b\u00ebhesh.
Nuk dua t’i tregoj
sa e gjat\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb rruga.
Dua vet\u00ebm
ta marr n\u00eb preh\u00ebr,
ta mb\u00ebshtes kok\u00ebn e vog\u00ebl
pran\u00eb zemr\u00ebs sime
dhe t’i them:
“Rri k\u00ebshtu, vog\u00eblushe\u2026
mos u ngut t\u00eb rritesh.
Shijoje diellin,
vrapo pas shoqeve,
qesh me gjith\u00eb shpirt,
pyet p\u00ebr gjith\u00e7ka
q\u00eb t\u00eb zgjon kureshtjen.
Dhe mos e humb kurr\u00eb
at\u00eb zemr\u00ebn e mir\u00eb
q\u00eb ke sot.”
Sepse tani e di:
f\u00ebmij\u00ebria nuk ik\u00ebn krejt.
Ajo vet\u00ebm
paloset but\u00ebsisht
diku brenda nesh.
Dhe pret\u2026
Pret nj\u00eb fotografi,
nj\u00eb arom\u00eb,
nj\u00eb z\u00eb,
nj\u00eb pasdite vjeshte,
q\u00eb t\u00eb hap\u00eb s\u00ebrish
at\u00eb der\u00eb t\u00eb vjet\u00ebr.
E at\u00ebher\u00eb\u2026
ajo vajza pes\u00ebvje\u00e7are
del nga kujtesa,
m\u00eb merr p\u00ebr dore
dhe ec\u00ebn me mua.
Dhe p\u00ebr pak \u00e7aste
nuk jam shtat\u00ebdhjet\u00eb vje\u00e7e.
Jam p\u00ebrs\u00ebri ajo:
e vogla e sht\u00ebpis\u00eb,
vajza me syt\u00eb kureshtar\u00eb,
f\u00ebmija i dashur
q\u00eb besonte se bota
ishte nj\u00eb vend i madh
ku kishte ende shum\u00eb\u00e7ka
p\u00ebr t\u00eb zbuluar.
Dhe ndoshta\u2026
ajo nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb rritur kurr\u00eb plot\u00ebsisht.
Ka mbetur aty,
n\u00eb syt\u00eb e mi.
Aferdita Mero Tiran\u00eb 9 Shtator 2026<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Jam un\u00eb\u2026 Ajo vajza e vog\u00eblme syt\u00eb plot pyetje,q\u00eb shihte bot\u00ebnsikur \u00e7do gj\u00eb p\u00ebrpara sajmbante fshehur nj\u00eb mrekulli. Pes\u00eb vje\u00e7e\u2026 Dhe bota ishte e madhe,aq e madhesa duhej ngritur kokap\u00ebr ta par\u00eb deri n\u00eb fund. Por un\u00eb nuk ngopesha duke e par\u00eb. Kureshtja imeishte nj\u00eb zog i vog\u00eblq\u00eb m\u00eb fluturonte gjithmon\u00eb p\u00ebrpara;m\u00eb th\u00ebrriste pas vetesnga […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":24046,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[44],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-24045","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","5":"has-post-thumbnail","7":"category-letersi"},"yoast_head":"\n