Shkruan: Izmi Zeka<\/p>\n
Para lufta dhe lufta n\u00eb Kosov\u00eb t\u00eb kthejn\u00eb n\u00eb koh\u00ebrat e qindravje\u00e7ar\u00ebve t\u00eb historis\u00eb. Kur jeta kishte dhimbjet e saj, portretin e qytetarit t\u00eb lodhur, t\u00eb rraskapitur, t\u00eb pushtuar nga ata t\u00eb cil\u00ebt na shihnin vet\u00ebm si numra dhe emra dhe jo si krijesa njer\u00ebzore q\u00eb duhet t\u00eb jetonim t\u00eb lir\u00eb.
\nKur kthehem tek vitet e n\u00ebnt\u00ebdhjeta t\u00eb shekullit t\u00eb kaluar e k\u00ebtej, mbaj mend mir\u00eb jeta kishte marr kuptimin i di\u00e7kaje tjet\u00ebr dhe nuk kishte dysh n\u00eb at\u00eb q\u00eb k\u00ebrkohej por edhe n\u00eb p\u00ebrballjen me zhurm\u00ebn q\u00eb krijonte frik, dhembje e shpeshher\u00eb edhe katandisje n\u00eb vendet e per\u00ebndimit. Kjo koh\u00eb mua shpesh ma kujton koh\u00ebn e pas vdekjes s\u00eb Sk\u00ebnderbeut ku shum\u00eb shqiptar\u00eb kishin marr rrug\u00ebt e Italis\u00eb vet\u00ebm p\u00ebr t\u00eb shp\u00ebtuar kokat nga dhuna e Perandoris\u00eb Turke. Nj\u00eb udh\u00eb p\u00ebrshkrues shkruan p\u00ebr koh\u00ebn e shp\u00ebrnguljeve masive n\u00eb Itali, ku thekson se shoh\u00eb shum\u00eb familje t\u00eb rraskapitura, t\u00eb s\u00ebmur\u00eb e t\u00eb tjer\u00eb duke vdekur rrug\u00ebve t\u00eb Italis\u00eb q\u00eb ngaher\u00eb m\u00eb vjen t\u00eb qaj. Kjo q\u00eb shkruajta \u00ebsht\u00eb vet\u00ebm nj\u00eb lidhje e ngjarje por nga konteksti \u00ebsht\u00eb krejt ndryshe.
\nVitet q\u00eb lam\u00eb pas , ato vite q\u00eb ua mor\u00ebn rinin\u00eb shum\u00eb idealist\u00ebve jan\u00eb pjesa m\u00eb e ndritshme e historis\u00eb son\u00eb ani pse gjithher\u00eb tendencat p\u00ebr dekuilibruar idet\u00eb p\u00ebr \u00e7lirim nuk kan\u00eb qen\u00eb t\u00eb vogla.
\n15 prilli i vitit 1999 ka di\u00e7ka q\u00eb i mbet historis\u00eb. Beteja e Zhegocit, lufta e \u00e7lirimtar\u00ebve t\u00eb kujton koh\u00ebn e bilbilenj\u00ebve t\u00eb shekullit XIX, \u00c7et\u00ebs s\u00eb Qerqizit, poezin\u00eb e Vaso Pash\u00ebs \u201co moj shqipni\u201d,r\u00ebnien e Spiro Ballkamenit, Qiriaz\u00ebt, vllez\u00ebrit Frasheri, Bajram Currin dhe Isa Boletinin, Hoxh\u00eb Hasan Tahsinin pra t\u00eb rikthen atje ku nisej lufta politike dhe \u00e7lirimtare e shqiptar\u00ebve kudo ne vendet ku jetonin shqiptar\u00ebt.
\nSinonim i k\u00ebsaj rruge nj\u00ebtrajtsh\u00ebm sikur Rilindasit ishin dy figura intelektuale e patriotike q\u00eb m\u00eb shum\u00eb jan\u00eb t\u00eb njohur si Nushi e Tefiku.
\nAbdyl Frasheri kur ishte burgosur e duke e bartur p\u00ebr n\u00eb Stamboll nj\u00eb pasha gjat\u00eb rrug\u00ebs e kishte takuar kolon\u00ebn ku ishte vet\u00eb Abdyli i lidhur me zingjir\u00eb nd\u00ebr tw tjera i kishte th\u00ebn\u00eb eh more Abdyl Frasheri t\u00eb kam th\u00ebn\u00eb disa her\u00eb se ti do t\u00eb p\u00ebrfundosh k\u00ebshtu si je tani. Abdyli i p\u00ebrgjigjej me but\u00ebsin\u00eb e intelektualit dhe thell\u00ebsin\u00eb e patriotit, pasha far\u00ebn q\u00eb mbolla un\u00eb ajo ka mbir\u00eb. Ky ndoshta me pak fjal\u00eb do t\u00eb ishte portretizimi m\u00eb i mir\u00eb i Nushit dhe Tefikut q\u00eb u rrit\u00ebn n\u00eb frym\u00ebn e Rlindas\u00ebve.
\nSot kur po shkruaj m\u00eb duket se po i shoh\u00eb t\u00eb gjall\u00eb duke buz\u00ebqeshur e mbr\u00ebmjeve duke k\u00ebnduar k\u00ebng\u00ebn \u201cDal nga dal po vjen behari, duke biseduar p\u00ebr historin\u00eb ton\u00eb q\u00eb nga lasht\u00ebsia ku secila koh\u00eb kishte dhimbje, r\u00ebnie dhe vaj\u00eb n\u00ebnash. Ishte p\u00ebrzierje n\u00eb mes dhimbjes dhe k\u00ebng\u00ebs e cila mbante gjall\u00eb se nj\u00eb dit\u00eb edhe ne do t\u00eb jemi t\u00eb lir\u00eb.
\nIshin dit\u00eb dhe muaj t\u00eb r\u00ebnd\u00eb, t\u00eb r\u00ebnd\u00eb ku jeta ishte m\u00eb af\u00ebr vdekjes se sa k\u00ebmisha e veshur n\u00eb trup. Koh\u00eb e pa koh\u00eb do t\u00eb thonin njer\u00ebzit.
\nQyteti i Gjilanit i ngjante nj\u00eb uragani q\u00eb po vinte pa trokitur n\u00eb der\u00eb. Kalld\u00ebrmat n\u00eb mes t\u00eb qytetit ishin bosh nga frika e trokitjes s\u00eb vdekjes n\u00eb sh\u00ebtitjen e p\u00ebrditshme ku bashkoheshin syt\u00eb e t\u00eb rinjve. Kolona me er\u00eb vdekje silleshin kudo. E shushurima e njer\u00ebzve p\u00ebr skaj rrug\u00ebve d\u00ebgjohej gjithandej .
\nNushi e Tefiku Let\u00ebrsin\u00eb e kthyen n\u00eb art lufte. Ku ky art shihej kudo n\u00eb Gjilanin q\u00eb i kishte dh\u00ebn\u00eb forc\u00eb lufta e Molla Idrizit, Epopeja e gueril\u00ebve Rexhep Malaj e Nuhi Berisha, pena e Beqir Musliut e Rexhep Elmazit.
\nNet\u00ebt ishin t\u00eb gjata p\u00ebrtej drit\u00ebs q\u00eb shihej si nj\u00eb vrim\u00eb n\u00eb tunelin e larg\u00ebt.
\nNushi e Tefiku jo jo nuk ishin si t\u00eb tjer\u00ebt. Misionar t\u00eb dijes dhe luft\u00ebs. Net\u00eb t\u00eb gjata e pagjum\u00eb duke lexuar t\u00eb b\u00ebmat e heronjve, krismat q\u00eb kurr\u00eb nuk u ndal\u00ebn n\u00eb trojet shqiptare vet\u00ebm p\u00ebr nj\u00eb ideal komb\u00ebtar, krisma t q\u00eb shkel\u00ebn shekujt nj\u00ebrin pas tjetrit.
\nBedenat kur nuk thyhen as edhe kur k\u00ebmish\u00ebzinjt\u00eb sh\u00ebtisin rrug\u00ebve t\u00eb qytetit ku dhimbja n\u00eb \u00e7do minut\u00eb troket n\u00eb der\u00eb.
\nSa ndeja u b\u00ebn\u00eb dhe kurr\u00eb nuk u ndal\u00ebn me \u00ebndrr\u00ebn p\u00ebr t\u00eb jetuar t\u00eb lir\u00eb. Gjumi i nat\u00ebs ishte kthyer n\u00eb nj\u00eb refren t\u00eb liris\u00eb q\u00eb mbyti shekuj t\u00eb nj\u00eb nate t\u00eb pa fund.
\nGjilani i prillit t\u00eb vitit 1999 i ngjante heshtjes, me l\u00ebvizje t\u00eb pakta. Ushtria \u00c7lirimtare e Kosov\u00ebs andej Kosov\u00ebs b\u00ebnte luft\u00ebn si kur m\u00eb par\u00eb. Karadaku i Idriz Seferit zihej n\u00eb mes t\u00eb nat\u00ebs dhe territ.
\nLufta p\u00ebrball Serbis\u00eb ishte realiteti i ri i krijuar nga djemt\u00eb e U\u00c7K-s\u00eb.
\nKaradaku dhe Anamorava ishin t\u00eb mbytur nga naqallnik\u00ebt dhe sh\u00ebrb\u00ebtoret e tyre. Nuk shihje t\u00eb tjer\u00eb. Zymt\u00ebsi deri n\u00eb pafund\u00ebsi. Atje p\u00ebrtej malit luftonin djemt\u00eb e Kosov\u00ebs. Nushi e Tefiku pararoj\u00eb e luft\u00ebs, fitores. Andej luft\u00eb, k\u00ebndej terri i zi. Dy bot\u00ebra n\u00eb nj\u00eb vend.
\nEh sa shum\u00eb do t\u00eb d\u00ebshironte Nushi e Tefiku t\u00eb lexonin ato dit\u00eb Lasgushin, apo Migjenin e mjerimit e t\u00eb q\u00ebndroni n\u00eb shtrat duke biseduar p\u00ebr jet\u00ebn, shkoll\u00ebn dhe f\u00ebmij\u00ebt. Koha donte jet\u00ebn e tyre. Donte dijen dhe artin e luft\u00ebs, organizimin dhe p\u00ebrballjen, andaj s\u2019behej pa ta dot lufta.
\nAt\u00eb dit\u00eb t\u00eb 15 prillit 1999, nuk k\u00ebndonte bilbili as nuk d\u00ebgjohej violina m\u00eb. Nuk shihte m\u00eb Homeri edhe Neruda ishte helmuar, Jusuf G\u00ebrvalla nuk ja thoshte m\u00eb k\u00ebng\u00ebs m\u00eb
\nNushi e Tefiku te Hanet e Zhegocit ia than\u00eb k\u00ebng\u00ebs aq shum\u00eb t\u00eb dashur \u201dDal nga dal po vjen behari\u201d. Jo si dikur tek bulevardi i qytetit, apo n\u00eb hollin e teatrit. Te hanet e Zhegocit aty ko koha po i merrte korbat e zinj me vete. Ajo dit\u00eb e prillit te Hanet e Zhegocit vrau Nushin e Tefikun, vrau qindra luft\u00ebtar\u00eb, por kurr\u00eb lirin\u00eb e Kosov\u00ebs.
\nTani sot kur po shkruaj m\u00eb duken sikur i kam\u00eb p\u00ebrball me at\u00eb buz\u00ebqeshjen e pandalshme. Kur i shoh\u00eb n\u00eb buste, libra q\u00eb shkruajn\u00eb m\u00eb duket q\u00eb si kam njohur kurr\u00eb. Ik\u00ebn 21 vite dhe m\u00eb duket se ju ende keni p\u00ebr t\u00eb th\u00ebn\u00eb di\u00e7ka, ende di\u00e7ka ka mbetur e pambaruar. Sot nuk ka bubullima as edhe korba.<\/p>\n
Ju mund ta dini se i p\u00ebrmbyset shekujt. P\u00ebr fund Hasta la Vista….<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Shkruan: Izmi Zeka Para lufta dhe lufta n\u00eb Kosov\u00eb t\u00eb kthejn\u00eb n\u00eb koh\u00ebrat e qindravje\u00e7ar\u00ebve t\u00eb historis\u00eb. Kur jeta kishte dhimbjet e saj, portretin e qytetarit t\u00eb lodhur, t\u00eb rraskapitur, t\u00eb pushtuar nga ata t\u00eb cil\u00ebt na shihnin vet\u00ebm si numra dhe emra dhe jo si krijesa njer\u00ebzore q\u00eb duhet t\u00eb jetonim t\u00eb lir\u00eb. Kur […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":55602,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-55601","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\/55601","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=55601"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/radiostargjilan.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/55601\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/radiostargjilan.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/55602"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/radiostargjilan.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=55601"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/radiostargjilan.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=55601"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/radiostargjilan.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=55601"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}