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<\/p>\nUrime Dita e Veteranit t\u00eb U\u00c7K-s\u00eb, Arton Hoxha.
\nM\u00eb n\u00eb fund, nj\u00eb rr\u00ebfim q\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb k\u00ebrkuar prej koh\u00ebsh nga ti.<\/p>\n
Kur \u00e7anta e studentit u b\u00eb pushk\u00eb e nd\u00ebrgjegjes!<\/p>\n
Vitet e mia si student nis\u00ebn n\u00eb Tiran\u00eb, nj\u00eb qytet q\u00eb p\u00ebr shum\u00eb prej nesh nga Kosova, ishte stacioni i par\u00eb drejt \u00ebndrrave tona. \u00c7do m\u00ebngjes ishte nj\u00eb sfid\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb kuptuar m\u00eb shum\u00eb, p\u00ebr t\u00eb lexuar m\u00eb thell\u00eb, p\u00ebr t\u00eb besuar se dijen do ta kthenim n\u00eb forc\u00eb p\u00ebr vendin ton\u00eb.
\nPor historia kishte plane t\u00eb tjera p\u00ebr ne.<\/p>\n
Nj\u00eb dit\u00eb, heshtja e librave u mbyt nga z\u00ebri i Kosov\u00ebs q\u00eb digjej. Shtypi, lajmet, dhe m\u00eb shum\u00eb se gjith\u00e7ka nd\u00ebrgjegjja m\u00eb than\u00eb se nuk mund t\u00eb rrija m\u00eb n\u00eb karrigen e studentit, nd\u00ebrkoh\u00eb q\u00eb populli im po vritej e po masakrohej p\u00ebrdit\u00eb. Nuk ishte as thirrje politike, as urdh\u00ebr ishte nj\u00eb vendim q\u00eb vinte nga thell\u00ebsia e shpirtit: t\u00eb l\u00eb gjith\u00e7ka pas, t\u00eb mbyll librat dhe t\u00eb hap nj\u00eb kapitull tjet\u00ebr m\u00eb t\u00eb v\u00ebshtir\u00eb, m\u00eb t\u00eb rreziksh\u00ebm, por edhe m\u00eb t\u00eb ndersh\u00ebm.<\/p>\n
Ky \u00ebsht\u00eb rr\u00ebfimi im q\u00eb shpesh kam mbajtur brenda. Nj\u00eb pjes\u00eb tjet\u00ebr e historis\u00eb sime, q\u00eb deri tani nuk e kam th\u00ebn\u00eb, \u00ebsht\u00eb se fati m\u00eb deshi t\u00eb jem pjes\u00eb e Brigad\u00ebs 138 \u201cAgim Ramadani\u201d.<\/p>\n
Ky em\u00ebr p\u00ebr mua nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb thjesht histori, ai \u00ebsht\u00eb plag\u00eb dhe krenari, dhimbje dhe shpres\u00eb nj\u00eb gjurm\u00eb e pashlyeshme n\u00eb shpirtin tim. \u00cbsht\u00eb historia e shok\u00ebve q\u00eb nuk jan\u00eb m\u00eb, por q\u00eb jetojn\u00eb n\u00eb \u00e7do frym\u00ebmarrje t\u00eb luft\u00ebs dhe n\u00eb \u00e7do \u00ebnd\u00ebrr p\u00ebr liri.<\/p>\n
T\u00eb jem pjes\u00eb e asaj brigade nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb vet\u00ebm nj\u00eb kujtim \u00ebsht\u00eb p\u00ebrgjegj\u00ebsia dhe nderi q\u00eb mbaj me vete \u00e7do dit\u00eb.<\/p>\n
U nisa. Jo si ushtar profesionist, por si njeri i thjesht\u00eb, si nj\u00eb student q\u00eb niset p\u00ebr her\u00eb t\u00eb par\u00eb n\u00eb fakultet, me pasiguri n\u00eb zem\u00ebr dhe ndjenj\u00ebn e humbjes n\u00eb shpirt. Por ajo ndjesi q\u00eb pata at\u00eb dit\u00eb\u2026 ende sot nuk di si ta p\u00ebrshkruaj. Ishte g\u00ebzim? Ishte lumturi? Nuk e di. E di vet\u00ebm se n\u00eb ato \u00e7aste ndjeva di\u00e7ka q\u00eb nuk e kam ndjer\u00eb m\u00eb kurr\u00eb n\u00eb asnj\u00eb rrethan\u00eb tjet\u00ebr, n\u00eb gjith\u00eb k\u00ebto 26 vite.<\/p>\n
Nga Tirana drejt Bajram Currit, e m\u00eb pas n\u00eb nj\u00eb fshat t\u00eb larg\u00ebt t\u00eb Tropoj\u00ebs, t\u00eb quajtur Papaj pran\u00eb kufirit me Kosov\u00ebn me idealin m\u00eb t\u00eb madh t\u00eb rinis\u00eb sime n\u00eb shpin\u00eb, lirin\u00eb.<\/p>\n
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Ishin dit\u00eb t\u00eb ashpra, me pak fjal\u00eb dhe shum\u00eb heshtje. Por edhe me sy q\u00eb ndri\u00e7onin, sepse besonim. Lufta na rriti, na ndryshoi, na rr\u00ebmbeu shum\u00eb, por edhe na m\u00ebsoi se ka gj\u00ebra q\u00eb vlejn\u00eb m\u00eb shum\u00eb se vetja dhe nj\u00eb prej tyre \u00ebsht\u00eb atdheu.<\/p>\n
N\u00eb luft\u00eb m\u00ebsova m\u00eb shum\u00eb sesa n\u00eb \u00e7do lib\u00ebr, p\u00ebr njeriun, p\u00ebr sakrific\u00ebn, p\u00ebr humbjen. Kam par\u00eb shum\u00eb gj\u00ebra q\u00eb s\u2019do doja t\u2019i shihja kurr\u00eb, humba shok\u00eb me t\u00eb cil\u00ebt kam ndar\u00eb t\u00eb nj\u00ebjt\u00ebn dhom\u00eb, q\u00eb ndanim buk\u00ebn, heshtjen dhe shpres\u00ebn. Nj\u00eb m\u00ebngjes nuk u zgjuan m\u00eb. E kam ende t\u00eb gjall\u00eb at\u00eb ndjesi nj\u00eb boshll\u00ebk i pap\u00ebrshkruesh\u00ebm q\u00eb s\u2019mbushet me fjal\u00eb, as me koh\u00eb.
\nAta nuk ishin vet\u00ebm nj\u00eb shok lufte, ishte nj\u00eb cop\u00eb e asaj rinie q\u00eb nuk do t\u00eb kthehet m\u00eb.<\/p>\n
Dhe e ndjej ende sot. Nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb ve\u00e7 kujtim, \u00ebsht\u00eb dhimbje q\u00eb jeton brenda meje. Ka dit\u00eb q\u00eb zgjohen m\u00eb her\u00ebt se un\u00eb kujtimet. Fytyrat e tyre m\u00eb dalin para syve n\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00eb t\u00eb beft\u00eb, n\u00eb heshtje, pa zhurm\u00eb, por me pesh\u00eb.<\/p>\n
N\u00eb nj\u00eb shikim t\u00eb shkurt\u00ebr, n\u00eb nj\u00eb z\u00eb q\u00eb m\u00eb kujton t\u00eb qeshur\u00ebn e tyre, n\u00eb nj\u00eb moment ku duhej t\u00eb ishim bashk\u00eb, por mungesa b\u00ebrtet. Kam m\u00ebsuar t\u00eb eci me k\u00ebt\u00eb dhimbje, por kurr\u00eb nuk m\u00ebsohesh me boshll\u00ebkun q\u00eb l\u00eb humbja e dikujt me t\u00eb cilin ke ndar\u00eb \u00e7do dit\u00eb jet\u00ebn dhe vdekjen.<\/p>\n
\u00c7do nat\u00eb flinim me mendjen te nes\u00ebrmja, duke mos ditur kush prej nesh do t\u00eb mungonte dhe nuk do t\u00eb kthehej m\u00eb.<\/p>\n
Ka njer\u00ebz q\u00eb thon\u00eb \u201ckoha i sh\u00ebron t\u00eb gjitha\u201d. Por kjo nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb nga to. Koha nuk e zbeh k\u00ebt\u00eb mall. Thjesht m\u00ebson t\u00eb jetosh me t\u00eb si me nj\u00eb plag\u00eb q\u00eb nuk rrjedh m\u00eb gjak, por q\u00eb dhemb \u00e7do her\u00eb kur e prek kujtimi.
\nDhe un\u00eb e prek shpesh.
\nPa dashje.
\nPa kontroll.
\nE ajo dhimbje \u00ebsht\u00eb aty. Jo p\u00ebr t\u00eb m\u00eb thyer, por p\u00ebr t\u00eb m\u00eb kujtuar sa shum\u00eb vlejn\u00eb ata q\u00eb nuk u kthyen.<\/p>\n
Me k\u00ebt\u00eb dhimbje n\u00eb shpirt, me k\u00ebt\u00eb munges\u00eb q\u00eb s\u2019mund t\u00eb z\u00ebvend\u00ebsohet, vendosa t\u00eb rikthehem atje ku e kisha l\u00ebn\u00eb jet\u00ebn pezull n\u00eb Tiran\u00eb. Jo p\u00ebr t\u00eb harruar luft\u00ebn, por p\u00ebr t\u00eb nderuar ata q\u00eb nuk u kthyen. Isha kthyer n\u00eb jet\u00eb, por jo m\u00eb i nj\u00ebjti. Librat m\u00eb prisnin, por tani i lexoja me sy q\u00eb kishin par\u00eb dhimbje, sakrific\u00eb dhe me mendje q\u00eb dinte pesh\u00ebn e liris\u00eb. Premtimi q\u00eb i kisha dh\u00ebn\u00eb vetes, q\u00eb kjo rrug\u00eb do t\u00eb vazhdonte edhe pas pushk\u00ebs duhej mbajtur.<\/p>\n
I p\u00ebrfundova studimet me nj\u00eb pjekuri tjet\u00ebr, me nj\u00eb dhembje t\u00eb heshtur q\u00eb m\u00eb shoq\u00ebronte n\u00eb \u00e7do hap, por edhe me nj\u00eb vendosm\u00ebri t\u00eb re p\u00ebr t\u00eb mos e humbur q\u00ebllimin. Sepse liria p\u00ebr t\u00eb cil\u00ebn luftuam, kishte nevoj\u00eb t\u00eb nd\u00ebrtohej.
\nMe dije.
\nMe p\u00ebrgjegj\u00ebsi.
\nMe p\u00ebrkushtim.<\/p>\n
Gjilani, qyteti im, \u00ebsht\u00eb pjes\u00eb e k\u00ebsaj rruge. E shoh dhe e ndjej p\u00ebrdit\u00eb si nj\u00eb kujtim i s\u00eb kaluar\u00ebs, si nj\u00eb sfid\u00eb e t\u00eb tashmes dhe si nj\u00eb premtim p\u00ebr t\u00eb ardhmen. Nj\u00eb qytet q\u00eb meriton t\u00eb jet\u00eb m\u00eb shum\u00eb se thjesht nj\u00eb adres\u00eb , meriton t\u00eb jet\u00eb vendi ku njer\u00ebzit jetojn\u00eb me dinjitet, ku historia respektohet dhe e ardhmja nd\u00ebrtohet.<\/p>\n
Shteti p\u00ebr t\u00eb cilin dham\u00eb gjith\u00e7ka ende po merr form\u00eb. Nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb ende ashtu si\u00e7 e desh\u00ebm, por sepse kemi luftuar p\u00ebr t\u00eb, nuk guxojm\u00eb ta l\u00ebm\u00eb p\u00ebrgjysm\u00eb.
\nPor rruga nuk ka mbaruar. Jo ! ajo sapo ka filluar.
\nRruga drejt nj\u00eb vendi t\u00eb drejt\u00eb, t\u00eb ndersh\u00ebm, me dinjitet p\u00ebr secilin, k\u00ebrkon po aq guxim sa dikur n\u00eb luft\u00eb vet\u00ebm se sot arm\u00ebt jan\u00eb t\u00eb tjera, dije, p\u00ebrgjegj\u00ebsi, ndershm\u00ebri dhe pun\u00eb e palodhur.
\nNuk ka lavdi t\u00eb shpejt\u00eb, ka q\u00ebndres\u00eb t\u00eb gjat\u00eb. Dhe p\u00ebrkushtimi q\u00eb dikur na shtyu drejt zjarrit, sot duhet t\u00eb na udh\u00ebheq\u00eb drejt pun\u00ebs me nder dhe dashuri p\u00ebr vendin.
\nSepse liria e fituar me gjak, nuk mjafton t\u00eb kujtohet ajo duhet t\u00eb mbrohet me veprim, \u00e7do dit\u00eb.<\/p>\n
Sot, kur kthej kok\u00ebn pas, nuk e shoh veten as si hero, as si viktim\u00eb. E shoh si njeri q\u00eb zgjodhi t\u00eb mos q\u00ebndroj\u00eb duarkryq. Dhe n\u00ebse m\u00eb duhet t\u00eb zgjedh p\u00ebrs\u00ebri, do t\u00eb b\u00ebj t\u00eb nj\u00ebjt\u00ebn rrug\u00eb nga Tirana n\u00eb front, nga studimi n\u00eb q\u00ebndres\u00eb, nga \u00ebndrra p\u00ebr veten n\u00eb \u00ebndrr\u00ebn p\u00ebr vendin.<\/p>\n
Di te them se Liria nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb trash\u00ebgimi, ajo d\u00ebshmohet \u00e7do dit\u00eb, me jet\u00ebn q\u00eb b\u00ebjm\u00eb, me zgjedhjet q\u00eb b\u00ebjm\u00eb, me t\u00eb v\u00ebrtetat q\u00eb nuk i fshehim.
\nD\u00ebshmohet me guximin p\u00ebr t\u00eb qen\u00eb t\u00eb drejt\u00eb, edhe kur askush nuk na sheh.
\nSepse \u00e7do dit\u00eb q\u00eb harrojm\u00eb ata q\u00eb ran\u00eb, \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb dit\u00eb q\u00eb na err\u00ebson.
\nE \u00e7do her\u00eb q\u00eb heshtim p\u00ebrball\u00eb padrejt\u00ebsis\u00eb, ua zbehim gjakun.
\nLiria nuk k\u00ebrkon duartrokitje k\u00ebrkon dinjitet.<\/p>\n
Si\u00e7 tha Adem Dema\u00e7i:
\n\u201cLiria nuk dhurohet. Ajo merret me sakrific\u00eb dhe mbahet me p\u00ebrgjegj\u00ebsi.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Urime Dita e Veteranit t\u00eb U\u00c7K-s\u00eb, Arton Hoxha. M\u00eb n\u00eb fund, nj\u00eb rr\u00ebfim q\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb k\u00ebrkuar prej koh\u00ebsh nga ti. Kur \u00e7anta e studentit u b\u00eb pushk\u00eb e nd\u00ebrgjegjes! Vitet e mia si student nis\u00ebn n\u00eb Tiran\u00eb, nj\u00eb qytet q\u00eb p\u00ebr shum\u00eb prej nesh nga Kosova, ishte stacioni i par\u00eb drejt \u00ebndrrave tona. \u00c7do m\u00ebngjes […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":224289,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-224288","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","5":"has-post-thumbnail","7":"category-lajme"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/radiostargjilan.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/224288","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/radiostargjilan.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/radiostargjilan.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/radiostargjilan.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/radiostargjilan.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=224288"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/radiostargjilan.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/224288\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":224290,"href":"https:\/\/radiostargjilan.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/224288\/revisions\/224290"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/radiostargjilan.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/224289"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/radiostargjilan.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=224288"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/radiostargjilan.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=224288"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/radiostargjilan.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=224288"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}