{"id":1804,"date":"2017-09-05T10:41:04","date_gmt":"2017-09-05T10:41:04","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/institutilibripromocioni.al\/?p=1804"},"modified":"2017-09-05T10:41:04","modified_gmt":"2017-09-05T10:41:04","slug":"kodi-15-20-2017","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/institutilibripromocioni.al\/?p=1804","title":{"rendered":"Kodi 15-20\/ 2017"},"content":{"rendered":"

Selma\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Kjo histori q\u00eb do t\u2019ju tregoj tani, ka ndodhur n\u00eb qytetin tim. B\u00ebhet fjal\u00eb p\u00ebr k\u00ebtu e nj\u00ebzet e dy vjet m\u00eb par\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Un\u00eb isha ende nj\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00eb i parritur mir\u00eb, q\u00eb shkonte pas fustanit t\u00eb n\u00ebn\u00ebs, a futesha posht\u00eb n\u00ebn batanije, kur gjyshja tregonte histori t\u00eb mo\u00e7me me bajloz\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Ishte drek\u00eb. Porta e shkoll\u00ebs u hap dhe un\u00eb e Selma nxituam t\u00eb dilnim sa m\u00eb par\u00eb. Ne ishim nj\u00ebkoh\u00ebsisht shoqe banke, por edhe shoqe zemre. I ishim betuar nj\u00ebra-tjetr\u00ebs p\u00ebr miq\u00ebsi t\u00eb p\u00ebrjetshme, kishim kryq\u00ebzuar gisht\u00ebrinjt\u00eb dhe pastaj e kishim mbyllur k\u00ebt\u00eb rit me nj\u00eb p\u00ebrqafim aq t\u00eb ngroht\u00eb sa kurr\u00eb m\u00eb par\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Rrall\u00eb ndodhte t\u00eb ve\u00e7ohej ndonj\u00ebra nga ne dhe t\u00eb bashkohej me nj\u00eb grup t\u00eb dyt\u00eb n\u00eb vend q\u00eb t\u00eb shkonim drejt e n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi. At\u00eb dit\u00eb Selma, m\u00eb tha se Stejsi e kish ftuar nga sht\u00ebpia e saj t\u00eb luanin s\u00eb bashku, dhe pasi m\u00eb p\u00ebrsh\u00ebndeti me dor\u00eb nxitoi hapat. Asnj\u00ebher\u00eb nuk ndihesha mir\u00eb kur e beja rrug\u00ebn p\u00ebr n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi e vetme, por at\u00eb dit\u00eb u ndjeva m\u00eb keq se p\u00ebrher\u00eb.<\/p>\n

N\u00eb dark\u00eb mamaja po shtronte tryez\u00ebn, gjyshja po thurte nj\u00eb triko p\u00ebr dit\u00eblindjen time t\u00eb af\u00ebrt, nd\u00ebrsa un\u00eb po i rregulloja flok\u00ebt kukull\u00ebs time t\u00eb preferuar. Trokiti dera. Un\u00eb vrapova menj\u00ebher\u00eb ta hapja. Ishte babai. Ai dukej i lodhur, fytyra e tij ishte e ngrir\u00eb dhe e zbeht\u00eb, sa dukej si prej dylli. M\u00eb futi t\u00eb dridhurat n\u00eb palc\u00eb. Pasi m\u00eb p\u00ebrk\u00ebdheli pak flok\u00ebt, pa folur asnj\u00eb fjal\u00eb hoqi k\u00ebpuc\u00ebt dhe u drejtua p\u00ebr nga kuzhina. T\u00eb gjith\u00eb e kuptuan se di\u00e7ka nuk shkonte me baban\u00eb. Por do ishte ai q\u00eb do thyente akullin duke na treguar \u00e7far\u00eb kishte ndodhur.<\/p>\n

– Rast\u00ebsisht takova n\u00eb rrug\u00eb Tahsimin, ai m\u00eb tregoi p\u00ebr nj\u00eb aksident q\u00eb kishte ndodhur n\u00eb sht\u00ebpin\u00eb e tij. Selmes, teksa luante me Stejsin dhe djalin e tij t\u00eb vog\u00ebl Brajan, nj\u00eb xham i mpreht\u00eb i ka dep\u00ebrtuar n\u00eb sy. Ai e kishte \u00e7uar menj\u00ebher\u00eb n\u00eb urgjenc\u00eb, por sipas mjek\u00ebve d\u00ebmi kish qen\u00eb aq i madh, sa nuk ishte e mundur t\u00eb shp\u00ebtohej syri.<\/p>\n

P\u00ebrfytyrova Selm\u00ebn pa nj\u00ebrin sy dhe, nd\u00ebrsa n\u00eb vesh m\u00eb gum\u00ebzhinin ofshamat e n\u00ebn\u00ebs, gjyshes, pash\u00eb q\u00eb gjith\u00e7ka rreth meje filloi t\u00eb err\u00ebsohej. Kisha humbur ndjenjat.<\/p>\n

Selma nuk erdhi p\u00ebr nj\u00eb koh\u00eb t\u00eb gjat\u00eb n\u00eb shkoll\u00eb. Ajo nuk mund ta shikonte s\u00eb pari vet\u00eb fytyr\u00ebn e saj, e jo m\u00eb t\u00eb p\u00ebrballej dhe me kuriozitetin apo talljen e shok\u00ebve. Edhe pse prind\u00ebrit kishin kontaktuar mjek\u00ebt m\u00eb t\u00eb mir\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u2019ia sjell\u00eb s\u00ebrish pamjen e bukur bij\u00ebs s\u00eb tyre, kjo gj\u00eb nuk kishte qen\u00eb e mundur. Selma do mbetej p\u00ebrgjithmon\u00eb vajza me nj\u00eb sy.<\/p>\n

Un\u00eb isha e vetmja q\u00eb ajo lejoi t\u00eb kishte s\u00ebrish kontakte dhe t\u00eb rrinte me t\u00eb. Me kalimin e koh\u00ebs ajo filloi ta largonte dhimbjen e shumt\u00eb dhe ta pranonte realitetin e hidhur. Ajo rriti flok\u00ebt dhe kujdesej shum\u00eb q\u00eb nga ana e syrit t\u00eb d\u00ebmtuar, flok\u00ebt mos t\u00eb hiqeshin asnj\u00ebher\u00eb nga fytyra. Un\u00eb u m\u00ebsova me pamjen e re t\u00eb mikes sime, sa erdhi nj\u00eb koh\u00eb kur, nuk e kujtoja dot dit\u00ebn kur ajo kishte pasur dy sy.<\/p>\n

Adoleshenca trokiti edhe tek un\u00eb nj\u00eb dit\u00eb t\u00eb bukur. E nd\u00ebrsa un\u00eb kuptoja se nj\u00eb s\u00ebr\u00eb ndjenjash t\u00eb reja kishin lul\u00ebzuar bashk\u00eb me hormonet tek un\u00eb, Selma m\u00eb ngjante me vajz\u00ebn ku adoleshenca kishte harruar t\u00eb vinte. Sa her\u00eb q\u00eb, me entuziaz\u00ebm do t\u2019i tregoja fustanin q\u00eb kisha veshur, a p\u00ebr ndonj\u00eb p\u00eblqim t\u00eb radh\u00ebs, ajo me nj\u00eb fytyr\u00eb q\u00eb shprehte hapur pak\u00ebnaq\u00ebsin\u00eb do m\u00eb thoshte:<\/p>\n

– Nuk t\u00eb shoh mir\u00eb Amantia, m\u00eb duket se po t\u00eb hyp\u00ebn vetja shum\u00eb n\u00eb qejf k\u00ebto koh\u00ebt e fundit.<\/p>\n

E merrja me t\u00eb qeshur, ndon\u00ebse e ndieja krisjen q\u00eb po p\u00ebsonte miq\u00ebsia jon\u00eb, prej mosp\u00ebrputhjeve t\u00eb shumta q\u00eb po lindnin midis nesh.<\/p>\n

N\u00eb at\u00eb koh\u00eb, nuk kishte telefona, e vetmja m\u00ebnyr\u00eb q\u00eb un\u00eb t\u00eb komunikoja me Selm\u00ebn ishte, t\u00eb shkoja n\u00eb sht\u00ebpin\u00eb e saj, e cila shtrihej buz\u00eb rrug\u00ebs e ngjante me nj\u00eb sht\u00ebpiz\u00eb t\u00eb bukur kukullash. E rrethuar nga \u00e7do an\u00eb me vreshta dhe gjelb\u00ebrim, merrja shum\u00eb k\u00ebnaq\u00ebsi kur luaja aty. At\u00eb dit\u00eb, mamaja e saj Roza, m\u00eb tha se do b\u00ebja mir\u00eb t\u00eb mos vija m\u00eb nga Selma. Ajo kishte z\u00ebn\u00eb nj\u00eb shoqe tjet\u00ebr dhe nuk kishte d\u00ebshir\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00eb takonte m\u00eb. E ndjeva trishtimin n\u00eb fjal\u00ebt e saj, por m\u00eb shum\u00eb m\u00eb kaploi nj\u00eb habi, pse gj\u00ebrat midis meje dhe mikes s\u00eb ngusht\u00eb kishin rrjedhur n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00eb? Ndarja me Selm\u00ebn ishte goditja m\u00eb e fort\u00eb q\u00eb m\u00eb dha ky qytet. Ndaj nuk e doja m\u00eb. N\u00eb \u00e7do rrug\u00eb ku kaloja, m\u00eb dilte p\u00ebrpara syve Selma. Ndieja se ajo do m\u00eb shfaqej ndonj\u00eb dit\u00eb, rrug\u00ebs teksa shkoja n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi, dhe do m\u00eb thoshte se gjith\u00e7ka ishte nj\u00eb rreng i bukur. Ajo nuk e kishte braktisur v\u00ebrtet shkoll\u00ebn dhe se ishte kthyer s\u00ebrish p\u00ebr t\u00eb vazhduar shoq\u00ebrin\u00eb ton\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Por jo, Selm\u00ebn nuk e pash\u00eb m\u00eb kurr\u00eb, dhe askush nuk foli m\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Prind\u00ebrit menduan se t\u00eb jetuarit diku tjet\u00ebr, jo vet\u00ebm do m\u00eb b\u00ebnte mir\u00eb p\u00ebr ecurin\u00eb time n\u00eb m\u00ebsime, por dhe do m\u00eb krijonte mund\u00ebsin\u00eb t\u00eb njihja miq t\u00eb rinj. E n\u00eb t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb ashtu ndodhi. Me ikjen time n\u00eb nj\u00eb qytet t\u00eb ri, fitova ndjesi t\u00eb reja, p\u00ebrjetova eksperienca t\u00eb ndryshme dhe zura shum\u00eb miq. Por asnj\u00ebher\u00eb nuk e largova prej mendjes miken time t\u00eb vjet\u00ebr. \u00c7far\u00eb mund t\u00eb kishte ndodhur vall\u00eb me t\u00eb? A ishte e v\u00ebrtet\u00eb se ajo ndihej m\u00eb mir\u00eb me miken tjet\u00ebr q\u00eb kishte z\u00ebn\u00eb? Kush mund t\u00eb ishte ajo vall\u00eb, q\u00eb kishte arritur t\u00eb zinte vendin tim? Ne, ishim betuar p\u00ebr miq\u00ebsi t\u00eb p\u00ebrjetshme, si Selma e harroi kaq leht\u00eb paktin ton\u00eb?<\/p>\n

Sot, pas dhjet\u00eb vjet\u00ebsh isha kthyer n\u00eb qytetin tim p\u00ebr t\u00eb marr\u00eb edhe k\u00ebto p\u00ebrgjigje.<\/p>\n

N\u00eb shum\u00eb gj\u00ebra ky vend ngjante i tjet\u00ebrsuar. Si n\u00eb vilat e hijshme q\u00eb kishin z\u00ebvend\u00ebsuar sht\u00ebpit\u00eb e dikurshme prej q\u00ebrpiqi; si n\u00eb avllit\u00eb e larta prej betoni, n\u00eb vend t\u00eb gardheve q\u00eb u krijonin me kallamishte, apo rruga q\u00eb dikur nuk ishte ve\u00e7se nj\u00eb vazhdim dheu me gropa dhe kthesa ishte sh\u00ebndrruar n\u00eb nj\u00eb kalldr\u00ebm t\u00eb bukur. P\u00ebr fat, vet\u00ebm pem\u00ebt nuk ishin tretur plot\u00ebsisht n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb qytet. Dikur ato kornizonin fushat e gjera t\u00eb punuara me kujdes, maj\u00eb t\u00eb cilave mbret\u00ebronin lul\u00ebkuqet. Nd\u00ebrsa sot, n\u00eb k\u00ebto fusha vet\u00ebm n\u00eb disa vende kishin lul\u00ebzuar lulet, ndihej arom\u00eb rrushi i porsapjekur apo manaferra rebele q\u00eb t\u00eb zinin rrug\u00ebn. Mbizot\u00ebronin, kryesisht, nd\u00ebrtesa t\u00eb jet\u00ebsuar n\u00eb \u00e7imento, gjenerator\u00eb q\u00eb ul\u00ebrinin \u00e7jerrsh\u00ebm, e pak qenie njer\u00ebzore q\u00eb nxitonin hapat teksa shkonin n\u00eb pun\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Nd\u00ebr ta, pikasa dhe xhaxhi Tahsimin, baban\u00eb e Stejsit, shoqes s\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00ebris\u00eb. Ishte k\u00ebrrusur kaq shum\u00eb. Gati-gati nuk isha e sigurt n\u00eb ishte ai teksa e p\u00ebrsh\u00ebndetja. M\u2019u kujtua rinia ime dhe ky burr\u00eb shkurtabiq, me bark t\u00eb k\u00ebrcyer, q\u00eb do na falte gjithmon\u00eb kumbulla n\u00ebse na shihte n\u00eb rrug\u00eb. Ah, sa shum\u00eb e donim xhaxhi Tahsimin, edhe pse gjithmon\u00eb na p\u00ebrs\u00ebriste si t\u00eb pastronim rrug\u00ebn prej gur\u00ebve t\u00eb m\u00ebdhenj, apo si t\u00eb mos shkelnim mbi fidan\u00ebt e porsambjell\u00eb. Dimrat e shumt\u00eb e paskan thinjur. T\u00eb till\u00eb jan\u00eb ata n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb qytet, dimra t\u00eb gjat\u00eb dhe t\u00eb ashp\u00ebr, n\u00eb dallim nga pranverat q\u00eb duken sikur shkurtohen a mplaken rrug\u00ebs.<\/p>\n

I kisha r\u00ebn\u00eb qytetit mes p\u00ebr mes, dhe po e shijoja pa mas\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb dit\u00eb t\u00eb bukur maji.<\/p>\n

Di\u00e7ka m\u00eb b\u00ebri p\u00ebrshtypje.<\/p>\n

Ngadal\u00ebsova p\u00ebr nj\u00eb \u00e7ast hapat. Atje buz\u00eb rrug\u00ebs, dallova siluet\u00ebn e nj\u00eb femre. P\u00ebr nj\u00eb \u00e7ast m\u00eb ngjau si nj\u00eb endacake, prej teshave t\u00eb saj tejet t\u00eb lodhura, t\u00eb dala boje dhe q\u00eb ishin kombinuar aq keq. Ajo i mbante duart e kryq\u00ebzuara n\u00eb gjoks, me nj\u00eb q\u00ebndrim q\u00eb kurrsesi nuk ngjante se ishte aty p\u00ebr t\u00eb lypur di\u00e7ka. M\u00eb shum\u00eb do t\u00eb thosha se ajo po priste dik\u00eb. E sa m\u00eb shum\u00eb i afrohesha, aq m\u00eb mir\u00eb e dalloja fytyr\u00ebn e saj. At\u00eb fytyr\u00eb ovale, e mbuluar nga flok\u00eb t\u00eb gjat\u00eb e t\u00eb ashp\u00ebr, q\u00eb dukej q\u00eb nuk ishin trajtuar prej koh\u00ebsh. Por do ishte ai fragment, n\u00eb t\u00eb qindt\u00ebn e sekond\u00ebs kur syt\u00eb e mi u ndesh\u00ebn me t\u00eb sajat. Asaj i mungonte nj\u00ebri sy. E njoha ishte ajo, Selma.<\/p>\n

Nuk mund ta besoja q\u00eb Selma t\u00eb kishte ndryshuar kaq shum\u00eb. Gjith\u00e7ka kishte pasur dikur; flok\u00ebt e l\u00ebshuar si m\u00ebndafsh, belin e k\u00ebputur q\u00eb ngjante aq bukur n\u00eb veshjet e saj, ajo nuk i kishte m\u00eb. Ajo q\u00ebndronte ashtu si e mpir\u00eb buz\u00eb rrug\u00ebs dhe as p\u00ebr nj\u00eb \u00e7ast t\u00eb vet\u00ebm nuk i shk\u00ebpuste syt\u00eb prej saj. Pash\u00eb q\u00eb nga pas i erdhi nj\u00eb zonj\u00eb n\u00eb mosh\u00eb, q\u00eb i futi krahun dhe e ndihmoi t\u00eb kalonte rrug\u00ebn. Ishte zonja Roza, sa kishte r\u00ebn\u00eb dhe ajo, vitet paskan b\u00ebr\u00eb t\u00eb tyren.<\/p>\n

U b\u00ebra keq nga gjith\u00eb ajo q\u00eb pash\u00eb, por malli dhe kurioziteti p\u00ebr t\u00eb mos ikur pa e takuar Selm\u00ebn k\u00ebt\u00eb radh\u00eb, m\u00eb b\u00ebn\u00eb t\u00eb nxitoja hapat p\u00ebr ta arrir\u00eb.<\/p>\n

– Selma, – thirra, kur pash\u00eb q\u00eb af\u00ebrsia jon\u00eb u b\u00eb m\u00eb e shkurt\u00ebr.<\/p>\n

Roza ktheu kok\u00ebn menj\u00ebher\u00eb nga erdhi z\u00ebri, Selma pak m\u00eb von\u00eb, por dukej aq indiferente sa t\u00eb jepte p\u00ebrshtypjen se nuk po e kuptonte aspak kush isha un\u00eb q\u00eb e thirra.<\/p>\n

– Amantia, ti je v\u00ebrtet xhan? – tha Roza, me nj\u00eb z\u00eb t\u00eb p\u00ebrmalluar e duke hapur krah\u00ebt p\u00ebr t\u00eb m\u00eb p\u00ebrqafuar<\/p>\n

E p\u00ebrqafova dhe un\u00eb me mall, pastaj nxitova t\u00eb kthehesha nga Selma. Ajo p\u00ebrs\u00ebri nuk m\u00eb p\u00ebrgjigjej.<\/p>\n

– Mos u mundo Amantia, nuk do t\u00eb njoh\u00eb Selma, u b\u00eb koh\u00eb q\u00eb ajo nuk njeh m\u00eb ask\u00ebnd, – tha Roza dhe, duke ma kapur dor\u00ebn, m\u00eb ftoi t\u00eb uleshim n\u00eb nj\u00eb stol aty pran\u00eb. – E mban mend her\u00ebn e fundit q\u00eb erdhe te ne, kur t\u00eb thash\u00eb q\u00eb nuk mund ta takoje Selm\u00ebn, sepse ajo kishte z\u00ebn\u00eb nj\u00eb mike tjet\u00ebr. Nuk po t\u00eb g\u00ebnjeja Amantia, ajo m\u00eb k\u00ebrkonte t\u00eb takohej vet\u00ebm me Stejsin, dhe m\u00eb pati rr\u00ebfyer q\u00eb prej koh\u00ebsh nuk merrte k\u00ebnaq\u00ebsi nga shoq\u00ebria me ty. Ti ishe shum\u00eb e shoq\u00ebruar dhe me t\u00eb tjer\u00eb, ndiheshe shum\u00eb e lumtur n\u00eb bot\u00ebn t\u00ebnde, asaj i dukej se ti nuk e doje m\u00eb at\u00eb. Ndaj u lidh aq ngusht\u00ebsisht me Stejsin, q\u00eb si\u00e7 e di ti ajo ishte nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb e t\u00ebrhequr nga shoq\u00ebria. Kishte momente kur habitesha sa shum\u00eb u lidh\u00ebn k\u00ebto t\u00eb dyja, ah, sikur ta kisha ditur \u00e7far\u00eb po bluante Selma n\u00eb m\u00ebndje. Nj\u00eb dit\u00eb ajo m\u00eb tha se, do shkonte nga sht\u00ebpia e Stejsit p\u00ebr t\u00eb b\u00ebr\u00eb detyrat s\u00eb bashku. Kishin koh\u00eb q\u00eb shkonin e vinin te sht\u00ebpit\u00eb e nj\u00ebra-tjetr\u00ebs, k\u00ebshtu q\u00eb e lejova t\u00eb shkonte, por i k\u00ebrkova t\u00eb kthehej pa u err\u00ebsuar. E di Amantia, at\u00eb dit\u00eb Selma kishte shkuar p\u00ebr t\u00eb b\u00ebr\u00eb nj\u00eb gj\u00eb t\u00eb tmerrshme. Ajo nuk ia kishte harruar kurr\u00eb Brajanit d\u00ebmin q\u00eb i kishte shkaktuar n\u00eb fytyr\u00eb. Ajo ishte lidhur ngusht\u00ebsisht me Stejsin vet\u00ebm p\u00ebr t\u00eb kryer hakmarrjen e saj. At\u00eb dit\u00eb, n\u00eb nj\u00eb moment kur t\u00eb gjith\u00eb ishin n\u00eb holl duke u marr\u00eb me nj\u00ebri-tjetrin, ajo kish shkuar n\u00eb kuzhin\u00eb, kishte hapur gazin p\u00ebr t\u2019i v\u00ebn\u00eb flak\u00ebn. E teksa Stejsi dhe mamaja e saj tentonin t\u00eb fiknin zjarrin, ajo kishte nxjerr\u00eb nga xhepi nj\u00eb xham t\u00eb mpreht\u00eb dhe e kishte masakruar fillimisht pas shpine Brajanin, duke e kthyer m\u00eb pas nga p\u00ebrpara p\u00ebr t\u00eb vazhduar s\u00ebrish masakrimin pa m\u00ebshir\u00eb. Ishte xhaxhi Tahsimi q\u00eb ia kishte hequr nga duart t\u00eb birin dhe e kishte shtyr\u00eb Selm\u00ebn me gjith\u00eb forc\u00ebn e trupit drejt der\u00ebs. M\u00eb pas kishin nd\u00ebrhyr\u00eb dhe komshinjt\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb shuar zjarrin, por vet\u00ebm Selma dhe Tahsimi kishin shp\u00ebtuar. Q\u00eb at\u00eb dit\u00eb Selma nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb m\u00eb e nd\u00ebrgjegjshme p\u00ebr asgj\u00eb. K\u00ebt\u00eb histori e mora vesh, nj\u00eb nat\u00eb teksa e tregonte n\u00eb gjum\u00eb dhe dridhej. Un\u00eb isha zgjuar, si \u00e7do nat\u00eb n\u00eb jet\u00ebn time tanim\u00eb. Ajo \u00ebsht\u00eb shnd\u00ebrruar n\u00eb k\u00ebrc\u00ebnim edhe p\u00ebr ne, agresiviteti i saj mund t\u00eb kontrollohet vet\u00ebm me qet\u00ebsues. Ne nuk dim\u00eb m\u00eb, t\u00eb lexojm\u00eb n\u00eb mendjen e saj, kushedi \u00e7far\u00eb i thot\u00eb ajo, dhe un\u00eb e \u00ebma nuk jam n\u00eb gjendje t\u00eb b\u00ebj asgj\u00eb p\u00ebr ta ndihmuar. Nuk di si ta nxjerr nga kjo bot\u00eb e err\u00ebt dhe e frikshme q\u00eb ka hyr\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Ndjeva t\u00eb m\u00eb rr\u00ebqethej mishi nga gjith\u00eb kjo histori p\u00ebrtej njer\u00ebzores, gati-gati e pabesueshme. E teksa Roza, fliste p\u00ebr dhimbjen e saj, e vetmja gj\u00eb q\u00eb mendoja ishte Brajani i vog\u00ebl, q\u00eb masakrohej pa m\u00ebshir\u00eb.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Selma\u00a0   Kjo histori q\u00eb do t\u2019ju tregoj tani, ka ndodhur n\u00eb qytetin tim. B\u00ebhet fjal\u00eb p\u00ebr k\u00ebtu e nj\u00ebzet e dy vjet m\u00eb par\u00eb. Un\u00eb isha ende nj\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00eb i parritur mir\u00eb, q\u00eb shkonte pas fustanit t\u00eb n\u00ebn\u00ebs, a futesha posht\u00eb n\u00ebn batanije, kur gjyshja tregonte histori t\u00eb mo\u00e7me me bajloz\u00eb. Ishte drek\u00eb. Porta […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":1805,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[57],"tags":[],"yoast_head":"\nKodi 15-20\/ 2017 - Instituti Libri Promocioni<\/title>\n<meta name=\"robots\" content=\"index, follow, max-snippet:-1, max-image-preview:large, max-video-preview:-1\" \/>\n<link rel=\"canonical\" href=\"https:\/\/institutilibripromocioni.al\/?p=1804\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:locale\" content=\"en_US\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:type\" content=\"article\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:title\" content=\"Kodi 15-20\/ 2017 - Instituti Libri Promocioni\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:description\" content=\"Selma\u00a0   Kjo histori q\u00eb do t\u2019ju tregoj tani, ka ndodhur n\u00eb qytetin tim. B\u00ebhet fjal\u00eb p\u00ebr k\u00ebtu e nj\u00ebzet e dy vjet m\u00eb par\u00eb. Un\u00eb isha ende nj\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00eb i parritur mir\u00eb, q\u00eb shkonte pas fustanit t\u00eb n\u00ebn\u00ebs, a futesha posht\u00eb n\u00ebn batanije, kur gjyshja tregonte histori t\u00eb mo\u00e7me me bajloz\u00eb. Ishte drek\u00eb. Porta […]\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:url\" content=\"https:\/\/institutilibripromocioni.al\/?p=1804\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:site_name\" content=\"Instituti Libri Promocioni\" \/>\n<meta property=\"article:published_time\" content=\"2017-09-05T10:41:04+00:00\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:image\" content=\"https:\/\/institutilibripromocioni.al\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/09\/15-20.jpg\" \/>\n\t<meta property=\"og:image:width\" content=\"3508\" \/>\n\t<meta property=\"og:image:height\" content=\"2480\" \/>\n\t<meta property=\"og:image:type\" content=\"image\/jpeg\" \/>\n<meta name=\"author\" content=\"jurgen.12@gmail.com\" \/>\n<meta name=\"twitter:card\" content=\"summary_large_image\" \/>\n<meta name=\"twitter:label1\" content=\"Written by\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:data1\" content=\"jurgen.12@gmail.com\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:label2\" content=\"Est. reading time\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:data2\" content=\"12 minutes\" \/>\n<script type=\"application\/ld+json\" class=\"yoast-schema-graph\">{\"@context\":\"https:\/\/schema.org\",\"@graph\":[{\"@type\":\"WebPage\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/institutilibripromocioni.al\/?p=1804\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/institutilibripromocioni.al\/?p=1804\",\"name\":\"Kodi 15-20\/ 2017 - Instituti Libri Promocioni\",\"isPartOf\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/institutilibripromocioni.al\/#website\"},\"datePublished\":\"2017-09-05T10:41:04+00:00\",\"dateModified\":\"2017-09-05T10:41:04+00:00\",\"author\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/institutilibripromocioni.al\/#\/schema\/person\/d6e498c519a40237aae31024f223b513\"},\"breadcrumb\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/institutilibripromocioni.al\/?p=1804#breadcrumb\"},\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"potentialAction\":[{\"@type\":\"ReadAction\",\"target\":[\"https:\/\/institutilibripromocioni.al\/?p=1804\"]}]},{\"@type\":\"BreadcrumbList\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/institutilibripromocioni.al\/?p=1804#breadcrumb\",\"itemListElement\":[{\"@type\":\"ListItem\",\"position\":1,\"name\":\"Home\",\"item\":\"https:\/\/institutilibripromocioni.al\/\"},{\"@type\":\"ListItem\",\"position\":2,\"name\":\"Kodi 15-20\/ 2017\"}]},{\"@type\":\"WebSite\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/institutilibripromocioni.al\/#website\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/institutilibripromocioni.al\/\",\"name\":\"Instituti Libri Promocioni\",\"description\":\"\",\"potentialAction\":[{\"@type\":\"SearchAction\",\"target\":{\"@type\":\"EntryPoint\",\"urlTemplate\":\"https:\/\/institutilibripromocioni.al\/?s={search_term_string}\"},\"query-input\":\"required name=search_term_string\"}],\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\"},{\"@type\":\"Person\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/institutilibripromocioni.al\/#\/schema\/person\/d6e498c519a40237aae31024f223b513\",\"name\":\"jurgen.12@gmail.com\",\"image\":{\"@type\":\"ImageObject\",\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/institutilibripromocioni.al\/#\/schema\/person\/image\/\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/b8139bf4427d38c003912081ca558c83?s=96&d=mm&r=g\",\"contentUrl\":\"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/b8139bf4427d38c003912081ca558c83?s=96&d=mm&r=g\",\"caption\":\"jurgen.12@gmail.com\"},\"url\":\"https:\/\/institutilibripromocioni.al\/?author=2\"}]}<\/script>\n<!-- \/ Yoast SEO plugin. -->","yoast_head_json":{"title":"Kodi 15-20\/ 2017 - Instituti Libri Promocioni","robots":{"index":"index","follow":"follow","max-snippet":"max-snippet:-1","max-image-preview":"max-image-preview:large","max-video-preview":"max-video-preview:-1"},"canonical":"https:\/\/institutilibripromocioni.al\/?p=1804","og_locale":"en_US","og_type":"article","og_title":"Kodi 15-20\/ 2017 - Instituti Libri Promocioni","og_description":"Selma\u00a0   Kjo histori q\u00eb do t\u2019ju tregoj tani, ka ndodhur n\u00eb qytetin tim. B\u00ebhet fjal\u00eb p\u00ebr k\u00ebtu e nj\u00ebzet e dy vjet m\u00eb par\u00eb. Un\u00eb isha ende nj\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00eb i parritur mir\u00eb, q\u00eb shkonte pas fustanit t\u00eb n\u00ebn\u00ebs, a futesha posht\u00eb n\u00ebn batanije, kur gjyshja tregonte histori t\u00eb mo\u00e7me me bajloz\u00eb. Ishte drek\u00eb. Porta […]","og_url":"https:\/\/institutilibripromocioni.al\/?p=1804","og_site_name":"Instituti Libri Promocioni","article_published_time":"2017-09-05T10:41:04+00:00","og_image":[{"width":3508,"height":2480,"url":"https:\/\/institutilibripromocioni.al\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/09\/15-20.jpg","type":"image\/jpeg"}],"author":"jurgen.12@gmail.com","twitter_card":"summary_large_image","twitter_misc":{"Written by":"jurgen.12@gmail.com","Est. reading time":"12 minutes"},"schema":{"@context":"https:\/\/schema.org","@graph":[{"@type":"WebPage","@id":"https:\/\/institutilibripromocioni.al\/?p=1804","url":"https:\/\/institutilibripromocioni.al\/?p=1804","name":"Kodi 15-20\/ 2017 - Instituti Libri Promocioni","isPartOf":{"@id":"https:\/\/institutilibripromocioni.al\/#website"},"datePublished":"2017-09-05T10:41:04+00:00","dateModified":"2017-09-05T10:41:04+00:00","author":{"@id":"https:\/\/institutilibripromocioni.al\/#\/schema\/person\/d6e498c519a40237aae31024f223b513"},"breadcrumb":{"@id":"https:\/\/institutilibripromocioni.al\/?p=1804#breadcrumb"},"inLanguage":"en-US","potentialAction":[{"@type":"ReadAction","target":["https:\/\/institutilibripromocioni.al\/?p=1804"]}]},{"@type":"BreadcrumbList","@id":"https:\/\/institutilibripromocioni.al\/?p=1804#breadcrumb","itemListElement":[{"@type":"ListItem","position":1,"name":"Home","item":"https:\/\/institutilibripromocioni.al\/"},{"@type":"ListItem","position":2,"name":"Kodi 15-20\/ 2017"}]},{"@type":"WebSite","@id":"https:\/\/institutilibripromocioni.al\/#website","url":"https:\/\/institutilibripromocioni.al\/","name":"Instituti Libri Promocioni","description":"","potentialAction":[{"@type":"SearchAction","target":{"@type":"EntryPoint","urlTemplate":"https:\/\/institutilibripromocioni.al\/?s={search_term_string}"},"query-input":"required name=search_term_string"}],"inLanguage":"en-US"},{"@type":"Person","@id":"https:\/\/institutilibripromocioni.al\/#\/schema\/person\/d6e498c519a40237aae31024f223b513","name":"jurgen.12@gmail.com","image":{"@type":"ImageObject","inLanguage":"en-US","@id":"https:\/\/institutilibripromocioni.al\/#\/schema\/person\/image\/","url":"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/b8139bf4427d38c003912081ca558c83?s=96&d=mm&r=g","contentUrl":"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/b8139bf4427d38c003912081ca558c83?s=96&d=mm&r=g","caption":"jurgen.12@gmail.com"},"url":"https:\/\/institutilibripromocioni.al\/?author=2"}]}},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/institutilibripromocioni.al\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1804"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/institutilibripromocioni.al\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/institutilibripromocioni.al\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/institutilibripromocioni.al\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/institutilibripromocioni.al\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1804"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/institutilibripromocioni.al\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1804\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/institutilibripromocioni.al\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/1805"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/institutilibripromocioni.al\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1804"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/institutilibripromocioni.al\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1804"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/institutilibripromocioni.al\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1804"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}