{"id":3725,"date":"2020-06-06T10:51:10","date_gmt":"2020-06-06T10:51:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/dituria.al\/stories-of-human-fate\/?p=3725"},"modified":"2020-06-08T13:24:45","modified_gmt":"2020-06-08T13:24:45","slug":"sot-com-al-shkrim-nga-perkthyesja-albana-shala-nje-udhetim-prej-gati-700-faqesh-per-boten-jeten-dhe-vdekjen-ne-nje-menyre-madheshtore-ashtu-si-vetem-pena-e-jamal-ouariachit-di-ta-beje","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/dituria.al\/stories-of-human-fate\/2020\/06\/06\/sot-com-al-shkrim-nga-perkthyesja-albana-shala-nje-udhetim-prej-gati-700-faqesh-per-boten-jeten-dhe-vdekjen-ne-nje-menyre-madheshtore-ashtu-si-vetem-pena-e-jamal-ouariachit-di-ta-beje\/","title":{"rendered":"sot.com.al – Shkrim nga p\u00ebrkthyesja Albana Shala: Nj\u00eb udh\u00ebtim prej gati 700 faqesh p\u00ebr bot\u00ebn, jet\u00ebn dhe vdekjen n\u00eb nj\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00eb madh\u00ebshtore, ashtu si vet\u00ebm pena e Jamal Ouariachit di ta b\u00ebj\u00eb"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Nj\u00eb shkrim i shkurt\u00ebr, por shum\u00eb interesant dhe poetik i p\u00ebrkthyeses Albana Shala, shkruar si parath\u00ebnie p\u00ebr librin URIA.
#jamalouariachi<\/a>
#albanashala<\/a>
#creativeEurope<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u00cbsht\u00eb dark\u00eb von\u00eb. Edhe pak dhe mbaroj me p\u00ebrkthimin e romanit \u201cUria\u201d t\u00eb J. Ouariachit. Gjith\u00eb bota ku sillen personazhet e librit t\u00eb tij \u00ebsht\u00eb aq e njohur dhe aq e dashur p\u00ebr mua. Amsterdami fle. Ashtu si Aurelia, personazh kryesor n\u00eb roman, edhe un\u00eb jam endur p\u00ebr shume vite tashm\u00eb rrug\u00ebve t\u00eb qytetit n\u00eb k\u00ebmb\u00eb e me bi\u00e7iklete nga sht\u00ebpia n\u00eb pune, nga puna n\u00eb kopsht e n\u00eb shkoll\u00ebn e f\u00ebmij\u00ebve, n\u00eb pazar, n\u00eb kineman\u00eb Kriterion, n\u00eb universitet, n\u00eb disko, n\u00eb klub, n\u00eb park. Ashtu si edhe personazhi tjet\u00ebr, Aleksandri, edhe un\u00eb punoj me nj\u00eb organizat\u00eb q\u00eb ndihmon vendet n\u00eb zhvillim. Dhe deri k\u00ebtu jeta e tyre nuk ka asgj\u00eb t\u00eb jasht\u00ebzakonshme. Lind, rritesh, shkollohesh, martohesh, lind f\u00ebmij\u00eb, u g\u00ebzohesh, shpreson t\u00eb plakesh me dinjitet dhe i sh\u00ebndetsh\u00ebm n\u00eb nj\u00eb vend ku mbizot\u00ebron paqja dhe harmonia, n\u00eb nj\u00eb vend plot mir\u00ebqenie, q\u00eb frymon liri dhe toleranc\u00eb. Historia e dhimbshme e bot\u00ebs n\u00eb zhvillim, luft\u00ebrat, konfliktet, diktaturat, mungesat, dhuna dhe uria, nuk jan\u00eb dhe nuk ka p\u00ebrse t\u00eb jen\u00eb edhe historia jote. Atje individi \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb num\u00ebr, k\u00ebtu gjith\u00e7ka sillet rreth individit, zgjedhjes s\u00eb tij t\u00eb lir\u00eb. Nd\u00ebrkoh\u00eb q\u00eb shkruaj k\u00ebta rreshta, anija e policis\u00eb s\u00eb portit kalon buz\u00eb dritareve t\u00eb apartamentit tim, q\u00eb sheh mbi lumit IJ. Jetoj n\u00eb katin e dyt\u00eb dhe syt\u00eb tan\u00eb takohen. Nat\u00ebn e mir\u00eb, sikur m\u00eb p\u00ebrsh\u00ebndesin ata. Shko fli, boll ndenje zgjuar, nata \u00ebsht\u00eb jona. Ji e qet\u00eb. Ji e sigurt. Gj\u00ebrat jan\u00eb n\u00ebn kontroll. Dhe k\u00ebshtu \u00ebsht\u00eb, k\u00ebshtu duhet t\u00eb jet\u00eb. Por deri n\u00eb \u00e7astin “kur t\u00eb rr\u00ebshqet k\u00ebmba”, si\u00e7 ngjet me Aleksandrin. Deri n\u00eb \u00e7astin kur, pa dashje, zgjon demon\u00ebt e urrejtjes, t\u00eb zem\u00ebrimit popullor, zgjon zilin\u00eb dhe bab\u00ebzin\u00eb. At\u00ebher\u00eb turma, opinioni, shoq\u00ebria, qytetaria, komuniteti (pa ty), media, ah media, t\u00eb gjith\u00eb t\u00eb vihen kund\u00ebr. Asnj\u00ebri nuk t\u00eb d\u00ebgjon, as t\u00eb beson. Aq m\u00eb tep\u00ebr kur luhet me m\u00eb t\u00eb pafajshmit – f\u00ebmij\u00ebt. Kafshat\u00eb q\u00eb s’kap\u00ebrdihet p\u00ebr shoq\u00ebrin\u00eb, t\u00eb luash me ndjenjat e sigurin\u00eb e tyre. Je i mbaruar. Je i d\u00ebnuar. Je vet\u00ebm. Edhe vajza q\u00eb e doje me shpirt, nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb m\u00eb pran\u00eb teje. Je aq vet\u00ebm, sa mund t\u00eb rrish me dit\u00eb t\u00eb t\u00ebra pa e hapur goj\u00ebn, jo vet\u00ebm n\u00eb burg por edhe jasht\u00eb tij. Mund t\u00eb qelbesh i vdekur n\u00eb sht\u00ebpin\u00eb t\u00ebnde dhe askush nuk do ta ndiej\u00eb munges\u00ebn t\u00ebnde. Sepse ty t\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb v\u00ebn\u00eb viza. As nuk b\u00ebhet fjal\u00eb p\u00ebr m\u00ebshir\u00eb ndaj teje. M\u00ebshira \u00ebsht\u00eb p\u00ebr bot\u00ebn n\u00eb zhvillim. P\u00ebr ata zezak\u00ebt e vegj\u00ebl me syt\u00eb ku g\u00eblojn\u00eb mizat e barkun e kan\u00eb bosh. Ata zezak\u00ebt q\u00eb ti i more dhe na i solle k\u00ebtu q\u00eb t\u2019i b\u00ebje njer\u00ebz. \u00c7far\u00eb hipokrizie! Kjo \u00ebsht\u00eb dilema e Aleksand\u00ebr Laszlos. T\u00eb hap\u00eb goj\u00ebn, t\u00eb flas\u00eb, t\u00eb rr\u00ebfej\u00eb, t\u00eb shkaktoj\u00eb m\u00eb shum\u00eb indinjat\u00eb, t\u00eb mbroj\u00eb mendimin e lir\u00eb? Apo t\u00eb rrij\u00eb goj\u00ebky\u00e7ur e t\u00eb mbaj\u00eb “kryqin” mbi shpin\u00eb? Si humanist, si erudit, si kok\u00ebfort\u00eb, si njeri q\u00eb do t\u00eb ket\u00eb dinjitet, ai zgjedh fjal\u00ebn, ai zgjedh debatin dhe n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00eb edhe konfrontimin. Duke dashur t\u00eb laj\u00eb hesapet me ata q\u00eb e gjykuan, ai i v\u00eb nj\u00eb pasqyr\u00eb shoq\u00ebris\u00eb, qytetaris\u00eb, turm\u00ebs. A nuk po luan me zjarrin? A nuk po e ekzagjeron? \u00c7far\u00eb ndodh? P\u00ebr k\u00ebt\u00eb duhet t\u00eb lexoni librin dhe t\u00eb ndiqni n\u00eb labirintin e jet\u00ebs k\u00ebta dy personazhe q\u00eb dashurohen n\u00eb koh\u00eb urie. Urie? Po, po urie, n\u00eb Etiopi. Atje filloi. Anija e portit kaloi p\u00ebrs\u00ebri p\u00ebrpara dritareve t\u00eb sht\u00ebpis\u00eb sime. Ka filluar t\u00eb zbardh\u00eb. Sot jan\u00eb b\u00ebr\u00eb kat\u00ebr jav\u00eb q\u00eb, si miliona njer\u00ebz n\u00ebp\u00ebr bot\u00eb, jam ngujuar n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi p\u00ebr shkak t\u00eb pandemis\u00eb s\u00eb Covid 19. Ndoshta bot\u00ebt tona me dhe pa uri, me dhe pa Covid 19, me dhe pa demokraci e liri, nuk jan\u00eb aq larg nj\u00ebra-tjetr\u00ebs. Historit\u00eb tona aq sa jan\u00eb t\u00eb p\u00ebrve\u00e7me, jan\u00eb pjes\u00eb t\u00eb s\u00eb t\u00ebr\u00ebs. Histori dashurie p\u00ebr jet\u00ebn t\u00eb nd\u00ebrthura aq bukur n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb roman, i cili mendoj e ka merituar t\u00eb vij\u00eb edhe te lexuesi n\u00eb shqip. Lexim t\u00eb mbar\u00eb!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

* Reflektim i p\u00ebrkthyeses Albana Shala p\u00ebr romanin \u201cUria\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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