Libri m\u00eb i ri i autores Anila Dahriut me titull shum\u00eb
\nkuptimplot\u00eb, \u201cT\u00eb m\u00eb fal\u00ebsh n\u00ebn\u00eb\u201d, \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb monument p\u00ebr
\nn\u00ebn\u00ebn dhe t\u00eb gjith\u00eb n\u00ebnat tona n\u00eb bot\u00eb. N\u00ebna \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb dhe e
\nvetme, t\u00eb ka dh\u00ebn\u00eb gj\u00ebn\u00eb m\u00eb t\u00eb bukur q\u00eb askush tjet\u00ebr nuk
\nmund t\u00eb ta dhuroj\u00eb: Jet\u00ebn. Prandaj mendimi p\u00ebr t\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb si
\nnj\u00eb alfabet q\u00eb kurr\u00eb nuk mbaron, nga A n\u00eb Z. \u00c7do shkronj\u00eb
\n\u00ebsht\u00eb baras me nj\u00eb jet\u00eb dhe \u00e7do jet\u00eb e ka gjithmon\u00eb nj\u00eb filles\u00eb,
\nAjo q\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb fillimi dhe fundi i mir\u00ebsis\u00eb, i vet\u00ebmohimit, i
\nsakrific\u00ebs, i p\u00ebrpjekjeve titanike p\u00ebr t\u00eb sjell\u00eb n\u00eb jet\u00eb nj\u00eb Drit\u00eb,
\nku t\u00eb shoh\u00eb veten dhe t\u00eb ndri\u00e7oj\u00eb m\u00eb pas n\u00eb breza. Pra, N\u00ebna
\n\u00ebsht\u00eb mohim-pohimi i vazhdim\u00ebsis\u00eb n\u00eb misionin e vet sublim
\nq\u00eb i ka dh\u00ebn\u00eb natyra njer\u00ebzore. Sa shum\u00eb fjal\u00eb, vargje, faqe,
\nlibra i jan\u00eb kushtuar Asaj, nj\u00ebri m\u00eb i bukur se tjetri, nj\u00ebri m\u00eb
\norigjinal se paraardh\u00ebsit. T\u00eb tilla jan\u00eb n\u00ebnat, t\u00eb ngjashme, por
\nasnj\u00ebher\u00eb t\u00eb barabarta. Shprehja se \u201cn\u00ebna ime \u00ebsht\u00eb m\u00eb e mira
\nn\u00eb bot\u00eb\u201d, \u00ebsht\u00eb p\u00ebrmbledhja e t\u00eb gjitha ndjesive m\u00eb t\u00eb
\nmadh\u00ebrishme dhe emocioneve m\u00eb t\u00eb thella q\u00eb jeta na
\nrezervon. Dashuri pa kushte.
\n\u201cS\u2019ka n\u00eb bot\u00eb m\u00eb t\u00eb mir\u00eb\/ sesa ti, o n\u00ebna ime\u2026; apo, ja e para
\nfjal\u00eb\/ erdhi n\u00ebna\u2026; O n\u00ebn\u00eb\/ per\u00ebndesha e jet\u00ebs\u2026; Vij nga
\nrrug\u00eb e gjat\u00eb\/ti m\u00eb pret e para\u2026\u201d.
\nMjafton t\u00eb kujtojm\u00eb k\u00ebto k\u00ebng\u00ebt tona m\u00eb t\u00eb arrira dhe
\nv\u00ebshtrimet do t\u00eb ndalen mbi secil\u00ebn n\u00ebn\u00eb, n\u00eb nj\u00eb mesazh t\u00eb
\np\u00ebrjetsh\u00ebm t\u00eb Maya Angelou: \u201cTa p\u00ebrshkruash n\u00ebn\u00ebn time,
\ndo t\u00eb thot\u00eb t\u00eb flas\u00ebsh p\u00ebr nj\u00eb uragan n\u00eb t\u00eb gjith\u00eb fuqin\u00eb e saj\u201d.
\nPor titulli i k\u00ebtij libri shkon edhe m\u00eb larg, n\u00eb p\u00ebrul\u00ebsin\u00eb e
\nbij\u00ebs s\u00eb vet, q\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb e nd\u00ebrgjegjshme se n\u00eb jet\u00eb do t\u00eb duhej
\nq\u00eb mbr\u00ebmjeve t\u00eb kulmonin me ndjenj\u00ebn fal\u00ebnderuese, si nj\u00eb
\nvenerim plot\u00ebsisht t\u00eb merituar, se n\u00ebna \u00ebsht\u00eb zoti i saj, i atij
\nakti fatlum\u00eb q\u00eb kuror\u00ebzohet me lindjen. Me p\u00ebrkujdesen e
\nrritjes, me dashurin\u00eb e pakufizuar si bij\u00eb q\u00eb e till\u00eb do t\u00eb
\nmbetet gjithmon\u00eb. Por jeta \u00ebsht\u00eb shum\u00eb m\u00eb e komplikuar, nj\u00eb
\nmetamorfoz\u00eb e jasht\u00ebzakonshme, me ulje-ngritjet e veta, me
\nlargim-kthimet, me z\u00ebnka-pajtimet, q\u00eb p\u00ebr shum\u00eb arsye na v\u00eb
\np\u00ebrpara prova t\u00eb v\u00ebshtira zgjidhjesh, por edhe sikur me
\nl\u00ebndimet t\u00eb mos gjejm\u00eb kurajon t\u00eb k\u00ebrkojm\u00eb ndjes\u00eb, n\u00ebna
\n\u00ebsht\u00eb zem\u00ebrmadhe dhe gjithmon\u00eb na kupton. Nuk ka si n\u00ebna,
\n\u00ebsht\u00eb mikja dhe shoqja m\u00eb e mir\u00eb. E n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb lidhje kaq t\u00eb
\nlasht\u00eb dhe solidaritet brezash, koh\u00ebt moderne duket se jan\u00eb
\nndar\u00ebse, mosp\u00ebrfill\u00ebse t\u00eb tradit\u00ebs s\u00eb shkuar. Lindin konflikte
\nbrezash nga nj\u00eb lloj natyre q\u00eb t\u00eb rinjt\u00eb e quajn\u00eb moskuptuese.
\nShprehja \u201ckoh\u00ebt kan\u00eb ndryshuar\u201d, apo \u201ckeni mbetur prapa\u201d,
\np\u00ebrb\u00ebjn\u00eb thelbin e k\u00ebtyre raporteve shoq\u00ebrore tep\u00ebr t\u00eb
\nv\u00ebshtira, acaruese, p\u00ebrkeq\u00ebsuese deri dhe t\u00eb nj\u00eb ndarjeje
\np\u00ebrfundimtare. Dhe fillimi i viteve \u201990, edhe pse n\u00ebnat e
\nb\u00ebjn\u00eb zemr\u00ebn gur, u japin bekimin p\u00ebr ta k\u00ebrkuar fatin diku
\nn\u00eb nj\u00eb vend q\u00eb prej shekujsh gjendet p\u00ebrball\u00eb, por pa asnj\u00eb
\nsiguri, sh\u00ebnojn\u00eb shthurjen e madhe t\u00eb asaj lidhje q\u00eb b\u00ebhet
\nplag\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb gjitha n\u00ebnat.
\nLibri fillon me nj\u00eb ngjarje q\u00eb bij\u00ebn e v\u00eb n\u00eb pozit\u00ebn m\u00eb t\u00eb
\nv\u00ebshtir\u00eb si \u201cn\u00ebn\u00eb\u201d, me engj\u00ebllin q\u00eb \u201carratiset\u201d drejt qiellit dhe
\nsot ndri\u00e7on diku n\u00eb parajs\u00ebn e madhe, ku ata prehen. Prov\u00eb e
\ndhimbshme e mbijetes\u00ebs kur jeta t\u00eb godet me dhun\u00ebn m\u00eb t\u00eb
\npam\u00ebshirshme. E megjithat\u00eb jeta vazhdon. Banor\u00ebt e
\nParajs\u00ebs p\u00ebrs\u00ebri jetojn\u00eb n\u00eb shpirtin ton\u00eb, jetojn\u00eb n\u00eb mendjen
\ndhe p\u00ebrditshm\u00ebrin\u00eb ton\u00eb. Jetojn\u00eb n\u00eb kujtime q\u00eb, si ky,
\nshnd\u00ebrrohen n\u00eb pavdek\u00ebsi. N\u00eb mendjen e saj gruaja-n\u00ebn\u00eb ka
\nqart\u00ebsin\u00eb dhe kthjellt\u00ebsin\u00eb q\u00eb ngjarjet shpesh jan\u00eb fati i
\nmbrapsht\u00eb, i kurdisur diku, pa marr\u00eb parasysh lutjet e n\u00ebn\u00ebs,
\ne shpesh edhe vet\u00eb \u201czoti\u201d nuk d\u00ebgjon. Ngush\u00ebllimi te
\nvazhdim\u00ebsia e jet\u00ebs \u00ebsht\u00eb forca p\u00ebr t\u00eb mos u dor\u00ebzuar para
\nfatit.
\nN\u00eb tregime t\u00eb tjera autorja me cop\u00ebza kujtimesh nga vitet e
\nmbrapshta t\u00eb historis\u00eb son\u00eb t\u00eb tri dekadave t\u00eb fundit, ku
\ndhimbja nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb e vetme, por kap\u00ebrcen pragun dhe merr
\nnatyr\u00eb tragjike p\u00ebr nj\u00eb qytet dhe p\u00ebr nj\u00eb popull. Ndoshta e
\nshkuara jon\u00eb nga pothuaj mesi i shekullit t\u00eb kaluar, me gjith\u00eb
\nm\u00ebkatet q\u00eb mbart mbi vete, do t\u00eb ndihej disi m\u00eb e qet\u00eb. Nuk
\nka asnj\u00eb shfaj\u00ebsim dhimbja p\u00ebr ata q\u00eb e vuajt\u00ebn koh\u00ebn, n\u00eb
\nkufijt\u00eb e nj\u00eb pabesueshm\u00ebrie q\u00eb na gjente ne shqiptar\u00ebve
\ns\u00ebrish brenda n\u00eb vatr\u00ebn ton\u00eb. Duket se historia nuk na kishte
\nm\u00ebsuar asnj\u00eb shkronj\u00eb. Duket se akoma mallkimi nuk po na
\nshqitet dhe se duket se do t\u00eb bashk\u00ebjetojm\u00eb me t\u00eb n\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00eb
\nt\u00eb pashmangshme, pavar\u00ebsisht se nuk e d\u00ebshirojm\u00eb. Kthimi
\nn\u00eb vendlindje, her\u00eb fizik, her\u00eb me mendje shpreh keqardhjen,
\ntrishtimin, hidh\u00ebrimin q\u00eb nuk do na shqitet kurr\u00eb, n\u00ebse nuk
\ndo t\u00eb b\u00ebhemi promotor\u00eb t\u00eb nj\u00eb jete tjet\u00ebr, n\u00eb respektim t\u00eb t\u00eb
\ngjitha vlera pozitive q\u00eb kemi krijuar n\u00eb shekuj. Kujtimet nuk
\njan\u00eb t\u00eb lehta, por harresa do t\u00eb ishte ankthi dhe paqet\u00ebsia q\u00eb
\ndo t\u00eb na brente gjithmon\u00eb.
\nKa nj\u00eb koh\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u2019iu p\u00ebrvjedhur jet\u00ebs, p\u00ebr t\u2019iu fshehur, p\u00ebr t\u00eb
\nmos e marr\u00eb n\u00eb konsiderat\u00eb, p\u00ebr ta p\u00ebrqeshur se je i ri dhe
\nnuk mund t\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00ebshiroj\u00eb, por ka dhe nj\u00eb koh\u00eb t\u00eb dyt\u00eb, ajo e
\ngjyqit me vetveten. Ndoshta \u00ebsht\u00eb koha m\u00eb e r\u00ebnd\u00eb, m\u00eb
\ndelikate, m\u00eb e e pam\u00ebshirshme. T\u00eb qen\u00ebt jo subjektiv dhe i
\npaansh\u00ebm, \u00ebsht\u00eb pamund\u00ebsia q\u00eb do t\u00eb doje t\u00eb ishte mund\u00ebsi.
\nTa kryq\u00ebzosh veten \u00ebsht\u00eb nd\u00ebshkimi m\u00eb i madh q\u00eb mund t\u2019i
\nb\u00ebsh ekzistenc\u00ebs, por ta fal\u00ebsh m\u00eb pas \u00ebsht\u00eb virtyt. Tek e
\nfundit nuk je i\/e detyruar t\u2019i jap\u00ebsh llogari askujt, vet\u00ebm
\nnd\u00ebrgjegjes t\u00ebnde. Ngush\u00ebllimi \u00ebsht\u00eb miku m\u00eb i mir\u00eb n\u00eb k\u00ebto
\nraste. Triumfon gjithmon\u00eb nj\u00eb justifikim, edhe pse m\u00eb,
\nabsurdi q\u00eb mund t\u00eb mos e kesh menduar kurr\u00eb.
\nI gjith\u00eb rr\u00ebfimi i autores p\u00ebrshkruhet me nota t\u00eb qarta
\ndhimbjesh prej tronditjeve t\u00eb jet\u00ebs, kjo lexohen n\u00eb t\u00eb gjitha
\ntregimet, por nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb \u201cmanual\u201d pesimizmi. Ai ngrihet mbi
\nvet\u00eb tronditjeve p\u00ebr t\u00eb theksuar natyr\u00ebn njer\u00ebzore: jemi m\u00eb t\u00eb
\nfort\u00eb se vet\u00eb dhimbjet. Edhe pse n\u00eb plan t\u00eb par\u00eb duket se jeta
\nna zhg\u00ebnjeu, na shk\u00ebrmoqi, na p\u00ebrkuli, p\u00ebrs\u00ebri ka gjithmon\u00eb
\nnj\u00eb ringritje, nj\u00eb rilindje n\u00eb em\u00ebr t\u00eb vet\u00eb jet\u00ebs p\u00ebr pasardh\u00ebsit,
\nn\u00eb em\u00ebr t\u00eb s\u00eb ardhmes. Nj\u00eb rr\u00ebfim naiv, me nj\u00eb gjuh\u00eb tep\u00ebr t\u00eb
\nkuptueshme, t\u00eb thjesht\u00eb, por me pesh\u00eb t\u00eb fort\u00eb meditimi q\u00eb e
\nb\u00ebn t\u00eb rrjedhsh\u00ebm n\u00eb lexim. Tashm\u00eb u takon lexuesve ta
\nmarrin n\u00eb dor\u00eb dhe ta shijojn\u00eb, sepse shum\u00eb prej tyre, n\u00eb nj\u00eb
\nm\u00ebnyr\u00eb apo n\u00eb nj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr, do ta gjejn\u00eb veten. Besoj se n\u00eb vend
\nt\u00eb dhimbjeve t\u00eb jet\u00ebs do t\u00eb lexojn\u00eb forc\u00ebn p\u00ebr t\u2019ia dal\u00eb mban\u00eb
\nn\u00eb \u00e7do situat\u00eb q\u00eb do t\u2019u paraqit\u00eb jeta.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
ANILA DAHRIU
\nT\u00cb M\u00cb FAL\u00cbSH N\u00cbN\u00cb
\n\u201cKy lib\u00ebr \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb vep\u00ebr imagjinate. Tregimet, personazhet
\ndhe vendet e p\u00ebrmendura jan\u00eb fantazi t\u00eb autores dhe kan\u00eb p\u00ebr
\nq\u00ebllim t’i japin v\u00ebrtet\u00ebsi rr\u00ebfimeve. \u00c7do analogji me faktet dhe
\nvendet dhe personave t\u00eb gjall\u00eb apo t\u00eb vdekur \u00ebsht\u00eb absolutisht e
\nrast\u00ebsishme.<\/p>","protected":false},"featured_media":4315,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"_exactmetrics_skip_tracking":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_active":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_note":"","_exactmetrics_sitenote_category":0},"product_cat":[57],"product_tag":[183,184,182,181],"book_author":[185],"book_publisher":[186],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/product\/4313"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/product"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/product"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4313"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/product\/4313\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4316,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/product\/4313\/revisions\/4316"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/4315"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4313"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"product_cat","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/product_cat?post=4313"},{"taxonomy":"product_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/product_tag?post=4313"},{"taxonomy":"book_author","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/book_author?post=4313"},{"taxonomy":"book_publisher","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/book_publisher?post=4313"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}