Pasi ka marr\u00eb lajmin e keq t\u00eb ndarjes nga jeta t\u00eb Sadije Agollit n\u00eb mosh\u00ebn 73-vje\u00e7are, mikja e saj, Helena Kadare, bashk\u00ebshorte e shkrimtarit t\u00eb Madh, Ismail Kadare, i ka d\u00ebrguar nj\u00eb let\u00ebr, Elon\u00ebs, vajz\u00ebs s\u00eb shkrimtarit t\u00eb ndjer\u00eb Drit\u00ebro Agolli dhe Sadijes.<\/p>\n
Kujtime nga rinia e tyre, martesa, gostit\u00eb familjare, shk\u00ebputja me kalimin e koh\u00ebs, por vet\u00ebm fizikisht, dhe nj\u00eb takim i fundit dhjetorin e vitit t\u00eb kaluar me premtimin\u00a0(e pambajtur)\u00a0<\/em>p\u00ebr tu par\u00eb s\u00ebrish n\u00eb pranver\u00eb.\u00a0\u201cDeri at\u00ebher\u00eb do ta kem marr\u00eb veten\u2026\u201d<\/em>, \u2013 ishin fjal\u00ebt e Sadije Agollit, mikes s\u00eb Helena Kadares\u00eb.<\/p>\n Letra e plot\u00eb\u00a0botuar nga Ex Libris<\/strong><\/p>\n E dashur Elona,<\/p>\n M\u2019u duk pak e \u00e7uditshme tani q\u00eb u ula dhe shkrova n\u00eb krye t\u00eb k\u00ebsaj letre emrin t\u00ebnd. Sepse bashk\u00eb nuk kemi shk\u00ebmbyer ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb mesazhe. Ato i b\u00ebja me n\u00ebn\u00ebn t\u00ebnde, Sadijen. Ndaj tani q\u00eb po t\u00eb drejtohem ty, m\u00eb duket e papritur. Si\u00e7 \u00ebsht\u00eb edhe ngjarja e hidhur q\u00eb sapo ka ndodhur. Sepse t\u00eb gjith\u00eb njer\u00ebzit q\u00eb kan\u00eb nj\u00eb histori t\u00eb gjat\u00eb s\u00eb bashku, e kan\u00eb t\u00eb v\u00ebshtir\u00eb ta p\u00ebrfytyrojn\u00eb q\u00eb do t\u00eb vij\u00eb nj\u00eb \u00e7ast i till\u00eb.<\/p>\n Teksa t\u00eb shkruaj, n\u00eb mendjen time ti je p\u00ebrher\u00eb Elona e vog\u00ebl, vajza e shoqes sime t\u00eb kahershme, Sadijes, q\u00eb ka disa or\u00eb q\u00eb nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb m\u00eb\u2026 I shkrova k\u00ebto fjal\u00eb dhe prap\u00eb m\u00eb duket e pabesueshme. Ngaq\u00eb asnj\u00ebher\u00eb nuk do t\u00eb mund t\u00eb duket e natyrshme dhe as \u201ce drejt\u00eb\u201d, humbja e njeriut t\u00eb af\u00ebrt, edhe pse t\u00eb gjith\u00eb e dim\u00eb se kjo \u00ebsht\u00eb e pashmangshme. Sikurse e di, miq\u00ebsia ime me n\u00ebn\u00ebn t\u00ebnde nuk nis sot. Ajo fillon shum\u00eb vite m\u00eb par\u00eb, kur t\u00eb dyja, vajza t\u00eb reja dhe pa p\u00ebrvoj\u00eb, ajo me ka\u00e7urrela t\u00eb zeza, un\u00eb me g\u00ebrsheta, vinim nga dy qytete t\u00eb larg\u00ebta t\u00eb Shqip\u00ebris\u00eb, p\u00ebr t\u2019u ulur n\u00eb bankat e Fakultetit t\u00eb Let\u00ebrsis\u00eb. Bashk\u00eb me leksionet, do t\u00eb ndanim edhe dhom\u00ebn e konviktit. T\u00eb gjitha ngjarjet, sekretet tona vajz\u00ebrore, t\u00eb vogla apo t\u00eb m\u00ebdha, do rriheshin e do shoshiteshin n\u00eb at\u00eb dhom\u00eb t\u00eb p\u00ebrbashk\u00ebt t\u00eb konviktit t\u00eb vajzave, nd\u00ebrtes\u00eb nj\u00ebkat\u00ebshe, barak\u00eb e ushtris\u00eb italiane, si\u00e7 thuhej, n\u00eb hyrje t\u00eb Rrug\u00ebs s\u00eb Elbasanit. Ishte nj\u00eb dasm\u00eb q\u00eb shkaktoi shum\u00eb trazira, ngaq\u00eb n\u00eb vend t\u00eb kush\u00ebrinjve dhe farefisit, t\u00eb ftuar kishte shkrimtar\u00eb t\u00eb Lidhjes dhe shoqe t\u00eb miat t\u00eb konviktit. N\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb dasm\u00eb n\u00ebna jote u njoh me poetin tjet\u00ebr, po aq t\u00eb njohur, baban\u00eb t\u00ebnd, Drit\u00ebroin, gj\u00eb q\u00eb i dha miq\u00ebsis\u00eb son\u00eb nj\u00eb dimension t\u00eb ri. Pastaj koha erdhi e u ashp\u00ebrsua politikisht. Shum\u00eb probleme, shum\u00eb shqet\u00ebsime. Ne nuk rrinim m\u00eb bashk\u00eb aq shpesh sa dikur, por fijet e miq\u00ebsis\u00eb nuk i prem\u00eb asnj\u00ebher\u00eb. N\u00ebna jote e bukur Sadija dhe un\u00eb, p\u00ebr vite t\u00eb t\u00ebra e ruajt\u00ebm t\u00eb pacenuar miq\u00ebsin\u00eb ton\u00eb nga turbullirat e koh\u00ebs. N\u00eb \u00e7do fest\u00eb, botim t\u00eb ri a p\u00ebrurim letrar, ne do d\u00ebgjoheshim s\u00eb bashku n\u00eb telefon. Dhe ky komunikim nuk u nd\u00ebrpre edhe kur ne ishim larguar nga Shqip\u00ebria.<\/p>\n Hera e fundit q\u00eb ndenj\u00ebm bashk\u00eb, ishte dhjetori i vitit q\u00eb sapo lam\u00eb. Edhe pse e lodhur dhe me sh\u00ebndet jo fort t\u00eb mir\u00eb, ajo na priti gjith\u00eb gaz, me nj\u00eb shoqe tjet\u00ebr t\u00eb shkoll\u00ebs son\u00eb dhe me entuziazmin e dikursh\u00ebm, na tregoi pun\u00ebn e jasht\u00ebzakonshme q\u00eb po b\u00ebnte me dor\u00ebshkrimet e Drit\u00ebroit. I solli dosjet aty, para nesh, n\u00eb at\u00eb tryez\u00ebn e madhe t\u00eb rrumbullak\u00ebt n\u00eb mes t\u00eb sallonit t\u00eb mbushur plot piktura, tryez\u00eb q\u00eb e gjen tani n\u00eb t\u00eb gjitha reportazhet dhe intervistat q\u00eb shkruhen p\u00ebr ju. Nj\u00eb tryez\u00eb trofe!<\/p>\n Bashk\u00eb me fotografit\u00eb e shumta q\u00eb b\u00ebm\u00eb at\u00eb dit\u00eb, duke qeshur q\u00eb tanim\u00eb s\u2019kishim m\u00eb nevoj\u00eb p\u00ebr fotograf, si dikur n\u00eb konvikt, ngaq\u00eb celulari q\u00eb mbanim nd\u00ebr duar i b\u00ebnte ato leht\u00ebsisht, lam\u00eb takim t\u00eb shiheshim n\u00eb pranver\u00eb, kur ne t\u00eb ktheheshim, si zakonisht, n\u00eb Tiran\u00eb. Me shoqen tjet\u00ebr i premtuam se, edhe t\u00eb mos donte, do ta merrnim me vete n\u00eb sh\u00ebtitjet m\u00ebngjesore nga kodrat e Liqenit t\u00eb Tiran\u00ebs. Do t\u00eb vij se s\u2019b\u00ebn me ju, tha ajo kur u ndam\u00eb te shkall\u00ebt e apartamentit. Deri n\u00eb pranver\u00eb do ta kem marr\u00eb veten mir\u00eb.<\/p>\n Nj\u00eb premtim q\u00eb nuk u mbajt dot\u2026<\/p>\n Elon\u00eb e dashur, ti tani je vet\u00eb nj\u00eb n\u00ebn\u00eb e re. Por para se ta p\u00ebrfundoj k\u00ebt\u00eb let\u00ebr, do t\u00eb doja t\u00eb thosha se n\u00ebna jote, Sadija, ka qen\u00eb nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb, nj\u00eb grua dhe nj\u00eb n\u00ebn\u00eb e mrekullueshme. Jam e sigurt se ti do t\u00eb dish t\u2019ua mbash gjall\u00eb figur\u00ebn e saj nip\u00ebrve dhe mbesave q\u00eb ajo la pas. Dhe do t\u2019u flas\u00ebsh atyre p\u00ebr t\u00eb. P\u00ebr gjyshen e bukur e t\u00eb men\u00e7ur Sadije.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Pasi ka marr\u00eb lajmin e keq t\u00eb ndarjes nga jeta t\u00eb Sadije Agollit n\u00eb mosh\u00ebn 73-vje\u00e7are, mikja e saj, Helena Kadare, bashk\u00ebshorte e shkrimtarit t\u00eb Madh, Ismail Kadare, i ka d\u00ebrguar nj\u00eb let\u00ebr, Elon\u00ebs, vajz\u00ebs s\u00eb shkrimtarit t\u00eb ndjer\u00eb Drit\u00ebro Agolli dhe Sadijes. Kujtime nga rinia e tyre, martesa, gostit\u00eb familjare, shk\u00ebputja me kalimin e […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3129,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[6,16,11,14],"tags":[],"yoast_head":"\n
\nI kam ndjekur si nd\u00ebr ethe lajmet q\u00eb m\u00eb vinin nga Shqip\u00ebria, nga miqt\u00eb tan\u00eb t\u00eb p\u00ebrbashk\u00ebt, p\u00ebr ecurin\u00eb e gjendjes s\u00eb saj. M\u00ebngjesi i djesh\u00ebm, kur m\u00eb telefonuan p\u00ebr t\u00eb m\u00eb th\u00ebn\u00eb se n\u00ebna jote e dashur dhe shoqja ime ishte nisur n\u00eb rrug\u00ebn pa kthim, m\u00eb shtangu. Nuk je vet\u00ebm ti, e dashura vajz\u00eb, q\u00eb t\u00eb erdhi befasish\u00ebm nisja e saj e shpejt\u00eb. Jemi shum\u00eb, gjith\u00eb miqt\u00eb e mikeshat e saj q\u00eb kemi mbetur k\u00ebshtu, pa fjal\u00eb, nga lajmi p\u00ebr t\u00eb. \u00cbsht\u00eb nj\u00eb rrug\u00eb q\u00eb do ta b\u00ebjm\u00eb t\u00eb gjith\u00eb, e megjithat\u00eb, nuk arrijm\u00eb dot ta pranojm\u00eb. \u00c7donj\u00ebri prej nesh \u00ebsht\u00eb i lidhur me qindra e mij\u00ebra fije dhembshurie, mir\u00ebkuptimi, her\u00eb-her\u00eb paqart\u00ebsie, por m\u00eb s\u00eb shumti dashurie, me krijesa t\u00eb tjera q\u00eb ka p\u00ebrreth dhe humbja e \u00e7donj\u00ebrit, bashk\u00eb me misterin e jet\u00ebs, mbetet p\u00ebrher\u00eb e padurueshme. E papranueshme, do t\u00eb thosha.<\/p>\n
\nE v\u00ebrteta \u00ebsht\u00eb se ndiheshim t\u00eb lumtura dhe plot gjall\u00ebri, gj\u00eb q\u00eb na e jepte mosha, edhe pse e p\u00ebrditshmja jon\u00eb ishte plot privime dhe mungesa t\u00eb panum\u00ebrta. Ne ishim t\u00eb lumtura q\u00eb kishim ikur nga rregullat e rrepta prind\u00ebrore, t\u00eb lumtura q\u00eb studionim n\u00eb deg\u00ebn e dashur t\u00eb let\u00ebrsis\u00eb, t\u00eb g\u00ebzuara q\u00eb kishim ardhur n\u00eb Tiran\u00eb. T\u00eb lumtura p\u00ebr gjith\u00e7ka. Dasma ime ndodhi shpejt, qysh n\u00eb vitin e par\u00eb t\u00eb fakultetit, me nj\u00eb poet t\u00eb ri q\u00eb sapo kishte nxjerr\u00eb v\u00ebllimin me poezi \u201cShekulli im\u201d.<\/p>\n
\nShum\u00eb shpejt erdh\u00ebt ju, f\u00ebmij\u00ebt tan\u00eb. Ti e di fort mir\u00eb se, si\u00e7 e ka p\u00ebrshkruar edhe Sadija, emrin t\u00ebnd t\u00eb bukur q\u00eb ke sot, ta ka v\u00ebn\u00eb Ismaili. Ishin koh\u00eb t\u00eb paharruara. Po t\u00eb kujtoj nj\u00eb detaj t\u00eb thjesht\u00eb, q\u00eb ndoshta nuk e di: Kur bisedat tona na merrnin p\u00ebrpara dhe ora e mesnat\u00ebs na gjente aty, dark\u00ebn e hanim s\u00eb bashku n\u00eb dhom\u00ebn ton\u00eb t\u00eb gjumit, shtruar mbi nj\u00eb valixhe t\u00eb vjet\u00ebr q\u00eb e kishte sjell\u00eb me vete Ismaili, pas studimeve pasuniversitare n\u00eb Mosk\u00eb. Ishin darka t\u00eb thjeshta, me ushqime t\u00eb pakta, marr\u00eb n\u00eb kuzhin\u00ebn e sht\u00ebpis\u00eb, atje ku i vinte n\u00ebna e Ismailit dhe ku ne t\u00eb dyja hynim me majat e gishtave, p\u00ebr t\u00eb mos zgjuar pjes\u00ebtar\u00ebt e tjer\u00eb q\u00eb flinin\u2026 Jo rrall\u00ebher\u00eb, kur konvikti ishte mbyllur, Sadija flinte te ne mbi nj\u00eb krevat portativ, t\u00eb ruajtur prapa der\u00ebs posa\u00e7\u00ebrisht p\u00ebr t\u00eb. Sa mbr\u00ebmje t\u00eb bukura e t\u00eb paharruara q\u00eb ishin!<\/p>\n
\nVite m\u00eb pas, fati e solli t\u00eb ishim n\u00eb t\u00eb nj\u00ebjt\u00ebn godin\u00eb banimi, n\u00eb Rrug\u00ebn e Dibr\u00ebs, aty ku edhe jeni sot. N\u00eb at\u00eb periudh\u00eb, problemet dhe telashet erdh\u00ebn dhe u r\u00ebnduan dhe ne nuk e pat\u00ebm m\u00eb koh\u00ebn e mjaftueshme p\u00ebr t\u00eb ndar\u00eb me nj\u00ebri-tjetrin mendimet dhe gostit\u00eb. Por, n\u00eb ngjarjet e r\u00ebnd\u00ebsishme t\u00eb familjeve tona, mbet\u00ebm p\u00ebrher\u00eb bashk\u00eb. N\u00eb nj\u00eb dark\u00eb t\u00eb till\u00eb, aty nga mesi i viteve \u201970, kur un\u00eb isha duke shkruar romanin tim t\u00eb par\u00eb, i k\u00ebrkova babait t\u00ebnd t\u00eb m\u00eb shkruante nj\u00eb sken\u00eb fshati, q\u00eb p\u00ebr mua ishte di\u00e7ka krejt e panjohur. Drit\u00ebroi, pa m\u00eb t\u00eb voglin hezitim, madje duke qeshur, ma shkroi aty, mbi tryez\u00eb. Ishte nj\u00eb dialog me \u201cpun\u00eb fshati\u201d, sken\u00eb q\u00eb edhe sot e k\u00ebsaj dite vazhdon t\u00eb jet\u00eb n\u00eb roman, ashtu si\u00e7 e ka b\u00ebr\u00eb ai, me dor\u00ebn e tij, at\u00eb mbr\u00ebmje. Sa kujtime t\u00eb tilla z\u00ebn\u00eb vend n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb hap\u00ebsir\u00eb kohe\u2026<\/p>\n