LETRA N\u00cb P\u00cbRGJITH\u00cbSI<\/p>\n
Rebesh, tufan. Gjith\u00e7ka \u00ebsht\u00eb strukur n\u00eb fole. Vet\u00ebm un\u00eb, nj\u00eb udh\u00ebtar i vonuar mes territ t\u00eb zi, nuk di, se nga t\u00eb shkoj. Kudo err\u00ebsir\u00eb e plot\u00eb, kudo gremin\u00eb. Kudo tufani i zi, q\u00eb s’po mbaron. Po si s’m\u00eb ndodhet di\u00e7ka p\u00ebr t\u00eb ndri\u00e7uar sadopak? Eh, sa i marr\u00eb, q\u00eb jam! Edhe n\u00ebse do kisha di\u00e7ka, n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb koh\u00eb nuk ia vlen!<\/p>\n
Duke ecur n\u00eb rrug\u00ebt e gjata e pambarim t\u00eb dekadave, d\u00ebgjoj nj\u00eb zhurm\u00eb t\u00eb larg\u00ebt, e cila sa vjen dhe afrohet. N\u00eb moment, shpresoj, se mund t\u00eb jet\u00eb dikush, q\u00eb do t\u00eb m\u00eb ndihmoj\u00eb. T\u00eb pakt\u00ebn t\u00eb m\u00eb strehoj\u00eb derisa moti t\u00eb kthej\u00eb. Po kush ishte do t\u00eb thoni ju? E, ku ta di un\u00eb i gjori, se \u00e7far\u00eb qe ajo zhurm\u00eb, se \u00e7far\u00eb qe ajo hije, q\u00eb po m\u00eb p\u00ebrpinte. Nj\u00ebher\u00eb m\u00eb b\u00ebhej si njeri, nj\u00ebher\u00eb si kat\u00ebrk\u00ebmb\u00ebsh e nj\u00ebher\u00eb si zvarranik, q\u00eb k\u00ebrkonte t\u00eb m\u00eb hante t\u00eb gjall\u00eb. I tmerruar thosha me vete:<\/p>\n
– O Zot, \u00e7’\u00ebsht\u00eb k\u00ebshtu me mua?<\/p>\n
Papritur d\u00ebgjoj nj\u00eb z\u00eb, q\u00eb qeshte e tallej me mundimin tim. Z\u00ebri m\u00eb th\u00ebrriste: “Hajde pas meje dhe do t\u00eb shp\u00ebtosh!” Po, po ky qe “zoti” (megjith\u00ebse nuk e shikoja mir\u00eb, e ndieja dhe u binda, se ky qe “zoti”). N\u00eb t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb ai ishte zoti i territ, i cili p\u00ebr nj\u00eb koh\u00eb t\u00eb gjat\u00eb m\u00eb t\u00ebrhoqi zvarr\u00eb n\u00eb err\u00ebsir\u00ebn e thell\u00eb t\u00eb koh\u00ebs. Dikur, pash\u00eb nj\u00eb rreze, e cila \u00e7ante dhe ndri\u00e7onte err\u00ebsir\u00ebn. Dalngadal\u00eb koha u kthjellua dhe vura re, se \u00e7do gj\u00eb filloi t\u00eb gjall\u00ebrohet. At\u00ebher\u00eb mora frym\u00eb lirisht. Njer\u00ebzit filluan pun\u00ebt, q\u00eb err\u00ebsira dhe furtuna e koh\u00ebrave i kishte l\u00ebn\u00eb p\u00ebrgjysm\u00eb. F\u00ebmij\u00ebt me z\u00ebrat e tyre gazmor\u00eb ia ndryshuan pamjen vendit, i cili m\u00eb par\u00eb ishte i zymt\u00eb e n\u00eb agoni. Diku, n\u00eb hap\u00ebsir\u00ebn qiellore fluturonin nj\u00eb tuf\u00eb p\u00ebllumbash t\u00eb bukur, q\u00eb gugatnin \u00ebmb\u00ebl. I mahnitur mundohesha t’i imitoja, kur papritur nj\u00eb prej tyre shk\u00ebputet nga turma, m\u00eb vjen disa her\u00eb rrotull dhe m\u00eb l\u00ebshon n\u00eb preh\u00ebr nj\u00eb kart\u00eb me ngjyrat e ylberit. E hap dhe gjej t\u00eb shkruara k\u00ebto fjal\u00eb: “At\u00eb, q\u00eb vjen tek Un\u00eb, nuk do ta nxjerr jasht\u00eb!” (Joani 6:37)<\/p>\n
Kush m’i shkruan dhe k\u00ebto fjal\u00eb? Kush \u00ebsht\u00eb Ai, q\u00eb nuk m\u00eb nxjerr jasht\u00eb? Fillova ta k\u00ebrkoj. G\u00ebrmova n\u00eb nj\u00eb s\u00ebndyk, ku gjendej nj\u00eb lib\u00ebr i vjet\u00ebr e me pluhur nga koha. Por, sapo e marr dhe e fshij, ai fillon t\u00eb ndri\u00e7oj\u00eb dhe n\u00eb mendjen time t\u00eb mjegulluar fillon t\u00eb hapet nj\u00eb dritare, q\u00eb m\u00eb sjell shpres\u00eb p\u00ebr jet\u00ebn. Kaq shum\u00eb m\u00eb t\u00ebrhoqi ky lib\u00ebr, saq\u00eb nuk e kuptova, se jasht\u00eb ra muzgu i mbr\u00ebmjes. Por, ky muzg ishte krejt ndryshe nga ai i m\u00ebparshmi. Ky, qe nj\u00eb muzg plot drit\u00eb. Jasht\u00eb d\u00ebgjohen z\u00ebrat e miqve t\u00eb mi. I ftoj dhe bisedojm\u00eb s\u00eb bashku. Nj\u00ebri prej tyre ma merr librin dhe lexon n\u00eb kapak: “Libri i Art\u00eb”. “Shkrimi i Shenjt\u00eb”.<\/p>\n
Sa i dashur dhe i vyer ky lib\u00ebr p\u00ebr ne. E kemi k\u00ebrkuar gjat\u00eb, por err\u00ebsira shum\u00ebvje\u00e7are e shtypja e Satanit t\u00eb zi na ndau prej tij.<\/p>\n
Ky Lib\u00ebr i Shenjt\u00eb, q\u00eb p\u00ebrmban fjal\u00ebn e Per\u00ebndis\u00eb, mesazhin e jet\u00ebs son\u00eb, rr\u00ebmbehej nga mbreti i ferrit dhe digjej n\u00eb zjarr. Por, a mund t\u00eb digjet ky Lib\u00ebr! Ai jetoi n\u00eb zemrat tona t\u00eb thara nga etja p\u00ebr pak uj\u00eb e p\u00ebr pak drit\u00eb jete.<\/p>\n
Jorgaq Gjata
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Tregim alegorik nga nj\u00eb student i Seminarit Teologjik q\u00eb p\u00ebrshkruan nj\u00eb udh\u00ebtar t\u00eb humbur n\u00eb err\u00ebsir\u00ebn e dekadave t\u00eb ateizmit. Pasi gati e gllab\u00ebron ‘zoti i territ’, nj\u00eb rreze drite kthen jet\u00ebn n\u00eb bot\u00eb. P\u00ebrmes nj\u00eb p\u00ebllumbi merr nj\u00eb kart\u00eb me fjal\u00ebt e Joanit 6:37 dhe gjen Librin e Shenjt\u00eb, q\u00eb ndri\u00e7on dhe sjell shpres\u00eb.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"inline_featured_image":false,"nentitulli":"","numri":"6 (57)","viti":"1997","muaji":"Qershor","muaji_numer":"6","dita":"","faqet":"[2]","fjale_kyce":"[\"udh\u00ebtar\", \"err\u00ebsir\u00eb\", \"Shkrimi i Shenjt\u00eb\", \"Libri i Art\u00eb\", \"p\u00ebllumbat\", \"Joani 6:37\", \"ndri\u00e7im\", \"besim\", \"satani\", \"shpres\u00eb\"]","permbledhje":"Tregim alegorik nga nj\u00eb student i Seminarit Teologjik q\u00eb p\u00ebrshkruan nj\u00eb udh\u00ebtar t\u00eb humbur n\u00eb err\u00ebsir\u00ebn e dekadave t\u00eb ateizmit. Pasi gati e gllab\u00ebron 'zoti i territ', nj\u00eb rreze drite kthen jet\u00ebn n\u00eb bot\u00eb. P\u00ebrmes nj\u00eb p\u00ebllumbi merr nj\u00eb kart\u00eb me fjal\u00ebt e Joanit 6:37 dhe gjen Librin e Shenjt\u00eb, q\u00eb ndri\u00e7on dhe sjell shpres\u00eb.","autori":"Jorgaq Gjata, student n\u00eb Seminarin Teologjik","kategoria":"Let\u00ebrsi shpirt\u00ebrore \/ Tregim","kryeredaktor":"Thoma Dhima"},"ngjallja_kategoria":[10309],"ngjallja_autori":[10310],"ngjallja_viti":[10219],"ngjallja_kryeredaktor":[9473],"class_list":["post-84087","ngjallja_article","type-ngjallja_article","status-publish","hentry","ngjallja_kategoria-letersi-shpirterore-tregim","ngjallja_autori-jorgaq-gjata-student-ne-seminarin-teologjik","ngjallja_viti-10219","ngjallja_kryeredaktor-thoma-dhima"],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n