{"id":231416,"date":"2026-04-09T00:28:12","date_gmt":"2026-04-08T22:28:12","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/radiostargjilan.com\/web\/?p=231416"},"modified":"2026-04-09T00:28:12","modified_gmt":"2026-04-08T22:28:12","slug":"arton-hoxha-9-prilli-im-ne-koshare","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/radiostargjilan.com\/web\/arton-hoxha-9-prilli-im-ne-koshare\/","title":{"rendered":"Arton Hoxha: 9 Prilli im n\u00eb Koshare!"},"content":{"rendered":"

9 Prilli im n\u00eb Koshare, 1999, kur u \u00e7el kufiri dhe pushka foli p\u00ebr her\u00eb t\u00eb par\u00eb<\/p>\n

Ishte 9 prill 1999. Dita q\u00eb nuk do ta harroj kurr\u00eb. Dita kur kufiri n\u00eb Koshare nuk ishte m\u00eb vet\u00ebm nj\u00eb vij\u00eb ndar\u00ebse ishte plag\u00eb q\u00eb duhej hapur p\u00ebr t\u00eb filluar sh\u00ebrimi.<\/p>\n

M\u00ebngjesi kishte filluar ndryshe. Qielli dukej m\u00eb af\u00ebr tok\u00ebs, sikur edhe ai priste q\u00eb t\u00eb ndodhte di\u00e7ka e madhe!<\/p>\n

Komandant\u00ebt flisnin pak. Neve na jehonte n\u00eb vesh vet\u00ebm nj\u00eb fjali q\u00eb na e kishin p\u00ebrs\u00ebritur dit\u00eb me radh\u00eb:<\/p>\n

\u201cKufiri do t\u00eb bjer\u00eb. Aty mbaron rob\u00ebria dhe fillon rruga e liris\u00eb\u201d .<\/p>\n

Kur erdhi sinjali p\u00ebr sulm, nuk pati m\u00eb kthim pas. U nis\u00ebm p\u00ebrpara, me pushk\u00ebn n\u00eb dor\u00eb dhe emrat e njer\u00ebzve t\u00eb mi n\u00eb mendje. N\u00ebn\u00ebn, q\u00eb gjithmon\u00eb m\u00eb lutej t\u00eb kisha kujdes nga rreziku. Babain, q\u00eb m\u00eb kishte p\u00ebrqafuar pa fjal\u00eb, si ta ndjente se s\u2019do t\u00eb kthehesha i nj\u00ebjti. Dhe shok\u00ebt q\u00eb i kisha l\u00ebn\u00eb n\u00eb Tiran\u00eb, me libra n\u00eb duar, nd\u00ebrsa un\u00eb mbaja nj\u00eb arm\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Pastaj ndodhi. Ai z\u00ebri i njohur, i fort\u00eb dhe i prer\u00eb: zjarr!<\/p>\n

Pushk\u00ebt k\u00ebrcit\u00ebn si vet\u00ebtima n\u00eb t\u00eb gjitha an\u00ebt. Era e barutit p\u00ebrziehej me britmat dhe t\u00eb b\u00ebrtiturat. Zhurma e predhave nuk m\u00eb trembi. Zemra m\u00eb rrihte fort, dhe duart m\u00eb dridheshin leht\u00eb, por nuk ishin t\u00eb pasigurta. Ishin gati.<\/p>\n

N\u00eb at\u00eb \u00e7ast, pash\u00eb nj\u00eb figur\u00eb q\u00eb po afrohej me kujdes mes shkurreve, p\u00ebrtej vij\u00ebs. Ishte i veshur me uniform\u00eb tjet\u00ebr. Zemra m\u00eb rrihte fort, dhe \u00e7do mendim i shp\u00ebrndar\u00eb u shua. Thjesht u ngrita, duke mbajtur arm\u00ebn n\u00eb dor\u00eb, gati p\u00ebr \u00e7do gj\u00eb q\u00eb mund t\u00eb vinte.<\/p>\n

Un\u00eb mbeta i ngrir\u00eb p\u00ebr disa sekonda.<\/p>\n

Nuk ishte g\u00ebzim. Nuk ishte krenari. Ishte nj\u00eb ndjenj\u00eb q\u00eb s\u2019e kisha njohur kurr\u00eb m\u00eb par\u00eb, nj\u00eb p\u00ebrzierje e r\u00ebnd\u00eb nd\u00ebrgjegjeje dhe detyrimi. Syt\u00eb m\u00eb mbusheshin me lot, jo p\u00ebr t\u00eb, por p\u00ebr at\u00eb q\u00eb m\u00eb detyruan t\u00eb b\u00ebhem. Arm\u00eb n\u00eb dor\u00eb nuk ishte p\u00ebr hakmarrje, ajo ishte nj\u00eb kujtes\u00eb e shpres\u00ebs, mbrojtjes s\u00eb asaj \u00e7far\u00eb ishte m\u00eb e shenjt\u00eb Liria.<\/p>\n

Nj\u00eb shok pran\u00eb meje, ai q\u00eb pak m\u00eb von\u00eb do t\u00eb sakrifikohej p\u00ebr \u00ebndrr\u00ebn ton\u00eb p\u00ebr liri, m\u00eb preku leht\u00eb n\u00eb krah.<\/p>\n

Syt\u00eb i kishte t\u00eb skuqur, por buz\u00ebqeshja e tij e qet\u00eb transmetonte kuraj\u00eb dhe paqe. U p\u00ebrkul pak drejt meje dhe m\u00eb pyeti me nj\u00eb z\u00eb t\u00eb but\u00eb:<\/p>\n

Ishte hera e par\u00eb q\u00eb e kuptoje \u00e7far\u00eb k\u00ebrkon lufta nga njeriu, apo jo?<\/p>\n

Fjal\u00ebt m\u00eb mbet\u00ebn n\u00eb fyt. Nuk munda t\u00eb flas. Vet\u00ebm pohova leht\u00eb me kok\u00eb. Dhe p\u00ebr nj\u00eb \u00e7ast, bota rreth nesh u ndal, vet\u00ebm ajri i r\u00ebnd\u00eb, shpresa dhe frika q\u00eb bashkoheshin n\u00eb nj\u00eb heshtje t\u00eb pap\u00ebrshkruar.<\/p>\n

Dhe pastaj, n\u00ebp\u00ebr britmat dhe krismat q\u00eb ende nuk pushonin, u d\u00ebgjua nj\u00eb z\u00eb q\u00eb ia tejkaloi t\u00eb gjitha:<\/p>\n

Po ikin si t\u00eb \u00e7mendur! E kaluam! Kufiri ra!<\/p>\n

Zhurma u kthye n\u00eb britma g\u00ebzimi. Lot\u00ebt tashm\u00eb nuk ishin vet\u00ebm t\u00eb mi. Ushtar\u00ebt qanin dhe qeshnin, p\u00ebrqafonim nj\u00ebri tjetrin si v\u00ebllez\u00ebr q\u00eb u gjet\u00ebn pas nj\u00eb kohe t\u00eb gjat\u00eb ndarjeje.<\/p>\n

At\u00eb nat\u00eb, kur ndez\u00ebm zjarrin n\u00eb nj\u00eb pjes\u00eb t\u00eb tok\u00ebs q\u00eb nj\u00eb dit\u00eb m\u00eb par\u00eb ishte p\u00ebrtej, ndjeva se isha pjes\u00eb e di\u00e7kaje m\u00eb t\u00eb madhe se vetja. M\u00eb e madhe se frika. Se jeta.<\/p>\n

Zjarri ndri\u00e7onte fytyrat tona t\u00eb lodhura. Disa mbanin kokat mbi duar. T\u00eb tjer\u00eb prisnin, me syt\u00eb nga err\u00ebsira, si t\u00eb donin t\u00eb shihnin se \u00e7far\u00eb vinte m\u00eb pas. Un\u00eb mbaja n\u00eb mendje fytyr\u00ebn e atij shokut q\u00eb m\u00eb preku n\u00eb krah. Ai tani flinte p\u00ebrjet\u00ebsisht pak m\u00eb larg nga ne. Me pushk\u00ebn pran\u00eb dhe plag\u00ebn mbi gjoks, por me paqen n\u00eb fytyr\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Askush nuk fliste p\u00ebr humbjen. Jo at\u00eb nat\u00eb. Sepse \u00e7do r\u00ebnie ishte gur themeli p\u00ebr lirin\u00eb q\u00eb sapo kishte hapur syt\u00eb.<\/p>\n

N\u00eb nj\u00eb moment, mora nj\u00eb gur t\u00eb vog\u00ebl nga toka, njeri nga shoket me z\u00eb t\u00eb ul\u00ebt m\u00eb pyeti?<\/p>\n

\u00c7\u2019e do at\u00eb?<\/p>\n

Un\u00eb u p\u00ebrgjigja<\/p>\n

\u00cbsht\u00eb hera e par\u00eb q\u00eb marr nj\u00eb cop\u00eb toke q\u00eb nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb n\u00ebn \u00e7izmen e armikut. Dua ta \u00e7oj n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi.<\/p>\n

Dhe at\u00ebher\u00eb e kuptova, ne nuk kishim ardhur vet\u00ebm p\u00ebr t\u00eb luftuar. Kishim ardhur p\u00ebr t\u00eb rikthyer dinjitetin. P\u00ebr t\u00eb rimarr\u00eb \u00e7do p\u00ebll\u00ebmb\u00eb t\u00eb dheut me gjak, me kujtes\u00eb, me bes\u00eb.<\/p>\n

P\u00ebrpara nesh kishte ende shum\u00eb dit\u00eb lufte. Por ajo dit\u00eb e par\u00eb, ai 9 prill, do t\u00eb mbetej i shenjt\u00eb. Jo vet\u00ebm sepse thyenim nj\u00eb kufi, por sepse ishim b\u00ebr\u00eb nj\u00eb popull q\u00eb p\u00ebr her\u00eb t\u00eb par\u00eb s\u2019kishte m\u00eb frik\u00eb nga vetja, nga gjaku i tij, nga e v\u00ebrteta e tij.<\/p>\n

Dhe kur mbylla syt\u00eb at\u00eb nat\u00eb, nuk isha m\u00eb vet\u00ebm ushtar. Ishja d\u00ebshmitar. I jet\u00ebs. I vdekjes. I liris\u00eb q\u00eb po lindte.<\/p>\n

Pushka, q\u00eb m\u00eb ishte dukur e r\u00ebnd\u00eb, tani ishte b\u00ebr\u00eb pjes\u00eb e qenies sime. Jo si mjet i dhun\u00ebs, por si d\u00ebshmi e bes\u00ebs. Sepse ai q\u00eb q\u00ebllon p\u00ebr liri, nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb vras\u00ebs, \u00ebsht\u00eb d\u00ebshmitar i t\u00eb drejt\u00ebs.<\/p>\n

Dhe nd\u00ebrsa era mbante arom\u00ebn e barutit dhe heshtjen e tok\u00ebs s\u00eb \u00e7liruar, m\u00eb duket sikur d\u00ebgjova z\u00ebrin e Agim Ramadanit.<\/p>\n

\u201cKur je i gatsh\u00ebm t\u00eb jap\u00ebsh gjith\u00e7ka p\u00ebr lirin\u00eb, asgj\u00eb nuk mund t\u00eb t\u00eb ndaloj\u00eb\u201d.<\/p>\n

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9 Prilli im n\u00eb Koshare, 1999, kur u \u00e7el kufiri dhe pushka foli p\u00ebr her\u00eb t\u00eb par\u00eb Ishte 9 prill 1999. Dita q\u00eb nuk do ta harroj kurr\u00eb. Dita kur kufiri n\u00eb Koshare nuk ishte m\u00eb vet\u00ebm nj\u00eb vij\u00eb ndar\u00ebse ishte plag\u00eb q\u00eb duhej hapur p\u00ebr t\u00eb filluar sh\u00ebrimi. M\u00ebngjesi kishte filluar ndryshe. Qielli dukej […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":231418,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-231416","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\/231416","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=231416"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/radiostargjilan.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/231416\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":231419,"href":"https:\/\/radiostargjilan.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/231416\/revisions\/231419"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/radiostargjilan.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/231418"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/radiostargjilan.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=231416"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/radiostargjilan.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=231416"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/radiostargjilan.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=231416"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}