P\u00ebr shum\u00eb gra, tetori \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb muaj nd\u00ebrgjegj\u00ebsimi.
P\u00ebr mua, \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb muaj kujtese.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Kujtese e nj\u00eb rruge q\u00eb nuk e zgjodha, por q\u00eb m\u00eb duhej ta p\u00ebrshkoja.
Kam p\u00ebrjetuar frik\u00ebn e diagnoz\u00ebs, ankthin e pritjes, dhimbjen e trajtimeve dhe ato \u00e7aste kur njeriu pyet veten: A do t\u00eb mundem?
Po, munda.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Jo sepse rruga ishte e leht\u00eb, por sepse brenda meje kishte nj\u00eb forc\u00eb q\u00eb ndoshta nuk e njihja ende.
Kam luftuar me s\u00ebmundjen, por mbi t\u00eb gjitha kam luftuar p\u00ebr jet\u00ebn.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dhe sot, kur e shoh at\u00eb periudh\u00eb nga larg, nuk dua ta kujtoj vet\u00ebm si nj\u00eb betej\u00eb me dhimbjen. Dua ta kujtoj si nj\u00eb betej\u00eb q\u00eb m\u00eb m\u00ebsoi t\u00eb dua m\u00eb shum\u00eb \u00e7do dit\u00eb, \u00e7do m\u00ebngjes, \u00e7do frym\u00ebmarrje dhe \u00e7do rreze drite.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Sot jam k\u00ebtu.
Me plag\u00ebt e mia, me kujtimet e mia, me forc\u00ebn time dhe me mir\u00ebnjohjen e madhe p\u00ebr jet\u00ebn.
Prandaj, k\u00ebt\u00eb Tetor Roz\u00eb, dua t’i drejtohem \u00e7do gruaje q\u00eb po p\u00ebrballet me t\u00eb nj\u00ebjt\u00ebn betej\u00eb:
Mos e humb shpres\u00ebn.
Mos e n\u00ebnvler\u00ebso forc\u00ebn q\u00eb ke brenda vetes.
Mos e shty kontrollin.
Dhe mos harro se edhe pas dit\u00ebve m\u00eb t\u00eb err\u00ebta mund t\u00eb vij\u00eb nj\u00eb agim i ri.
Un\u00eb e di k\u00ebt\u00eb, sepse kam kaluar n\u00ebp\u00ebr at\u00eb err\u00ebsir\u00eb.
Kam luftuar.
Kam q\u00ebndruar.
Kam besuar.
Dhe sot e p\u00ebrqafoj jet\u00ebn m\u00eb fort se kurr\u00eb.
P\u00ebr t\u00eb gjitha grat\u00eb.
P\u00ebr t\u00eb gjitha betejat e heshtura.
P\u00ebr jet\u00ebn.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Nj\u00eb dit\u00eb,
jeta m\u00eb vuri p\u00ebrball\u00eb
nj\u00eb fjale q\u00eb peshonte r\u00ebnd\u00eb:
\ud835\udde6\u00cb\ud835\udde0\ud835\udde8\ud835\udde1\ud835\uddd7\ud835\udddd\ud835\uddd8.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dhe p\u00ebr nj\u00eb \u00e7ast,
heshti gjith\u00e7ka brenda meje.
Por un\u00eb nuk u b\u00ebra hi
n\u00ebn pesh\u00ebn e frik\u00ebs.
U b\u00ebra \ud835\uddd9\ud835\udde2\ud835\udde5\ud835\uddd6\u00cb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Eca n\u00ebp\u00ebr dit\u00eb t\u00eb v\u00ebshtira
me nj\u00eb plag\u00eb n\u00eb trup
dhe nj\u00eb drit\u00eb n\u00eb shpirt,
q\u00eb nuk pranonte t\u00eb shuhej.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Kishte net
kur dhimbja m\u00eb zgjonte,
por shpresa
m\u00eb m\u00ebsonte t\u00eb mos dor\u00ebzohesha.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I thash\u00eb jet\u00ebs:
nuk do t\u00eb m\u00eb gjesh t\u00eb rr\u00ebzuar.
Edhe n\u00ebse m\u00eb merr
nj\u00eb cop\u00eb nga trupi,
nuk do t\u00eb mund\u00ebsh
t\u00eb m\u00eb marr\u00ebsh shpirtin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dhe k\u00ebshtu,
dit\u00eb pas dite,
e lash\u00eb frik\u00ebn pas,
si nj\u00eb hije q\u00eb tretet
kur lind dielli.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Sot nuk e quaj veten
grua q\u00eb nuk u l\u00ebndua.
Jam gruaja
q\u00eb u l\u00ebndua,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
u p\u00ebrball,
u ringrit
dhe vazhdoi t\u00eb jetoj\u00eb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Sepse beteja ime
nuk ishte vet\u00ebm me \ud835\udde6\u00cb\ud835\udde0\ud835\udde8\ud835\udde1\ud835\uddd7\ud835\udddd\ud835\uddd8\ud835\udde1.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ishte nj\u00eb luft\u00eb
me frik\u00ebn,
me pasigurin\u00eb,
me lot\u00ebt e heshtur,
me net\u00ebt pa gjum\u00eb
dhe me pyetjen:
A do t\u00eb jem p\u00ebrs\u00ebri mir\u00eb?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Sot p\u00ebrgjigjen
e mbaj n\u00eb \u00e7do frym\u00ebmarrje.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\ud835\udddd\ud835\uddd4\ud835\udde0 \ud835\uddde\u00cb\ud835\udde7\ud835\udde8<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dhe zemra ime
nuk rreh vet\u00ebm p\u00ebr t\u00eb m\u00eb mbajtur gjall\u00eb;
ajo rreh si nj\u00eb flamur
q\u00eb val\u00ebvitet pas betej\u00ebs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Kam kaluar n\u00ebp\u00ebr stuhi
dhe nuk u mbyta.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Kam kaluar n\u00ebp\u00ebr err\u00ebsir\u00eb
dhe gjeta agimin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Kam mbajtur plag\u00ebt
dhe prej tyre
m\u00eb \u00e7el\u00ebn tr\u00ebndafila.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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\ud835\udddd\ud835\uddd8\ud835\udde7\ud835\uddd4 \ud835\udde1\ud835\udde8\ud835\uddde \u00cb\ud835\udde6\ud835\udddb\ud835\udde7\u00cb \ud835\udde0\u00cb \ud835\uddd8 \ud835\udde1\ud835\udddd\u00cb\ud835\udddd\ud835\udde7\ud835\uddd4.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00cbsht\u00eb m\u00eb e \u00e7muar.
M\u00eb e thell\u00eb.
M\u00eb e bukur.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dhe un\u00eb,
me gjith\u00eb at\u00eb q\u00eb kam kaluar,
zgjedh p\u00ebrs\u00ebri
\ud835\udddd\ud835\uddd8\ud835\udde7\u00cb\ud835\udde1.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\ud835\udddd\ud835\uddd4\ud835\udde0 \ud835\uddde\u00cb\ud835\udde7\ud835\udde8.
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P\u00ebr shum\u00eb gra, tetori \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb muaj nd\u00ebrgjegj\u00ebsimi.P\u00ebr mua, \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb muaj kujtese. Kujtese e nj\u00eb rruge q\u00eb nuk e zgjodha, por q\u00eb m\u00eb duhej ta p\u00ebrshkoja.Kam p\u00ebrjetuar frik\u00ebn e diagnoz\u00ebs, ankthin e pritjes, dhimbjen e trajtimeve dhe ato \u00e7aste kur njeriu pyet veten: A do t\u00eb mundem?Po, munda. Jo sepse rruga ishte e leht\u00eb, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":24658,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[44],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-24657","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","5":"has-post-thumbnail","7":"category-letersi"},"yoast_head":"\n