S\u00ebrish m’u kujtua ai dokumentar kushtuar Damaskut t\u00eb zemr\u00ebs, jasemin\u00ebs s\u00eb \u00ebndrrave…<\/p>\n
Nj\u00eb or\u00eb e paharruar televizive kushtuar Damaskut, kryeqytetit sirian, vendit t\u00eb shtrenjt\u00eb t\u00eb minareve, dijes e dijetar\u00ebve, qytet\u00ebrimit dhe modelit m\u00eb elitar t\u00eb besimit t\u00eb jetuar n\u00eb p\u00ebrditshm\u00ebrin\u00eb e krejt shtresave t\u00eb njer\u00ebzve, q\u00eb teksa thithin oksigjenin e past\u00ebr t\u00eb nj\u00eb vendi t\u00eb bekuar, d\u00ebshmojn\u00eb s\u00eb bashku paqen e t\u00eb jetuarit n\u00eb nj\u00eb tok\u00eb t\u00eb lasht\u00eb, q\u00eb t\u00eb par\u00ebt tan\u00eb e njihnin si: Shami Sherif\u00eb\u2026<\/p>\n
\u201cDamasku \u2013 Simfonia e nj\u00eb qyteti\u2026\u201d, titullohej dokumentari q\u00eb m\u00eb magjepsi me notat e fshehura t\u00eb mallit e nostalgjis\u00eb p\u00ebr nj\u00eb tok\u00eb e nj\u00eb vend, sa nj\u00eb mirazh koh\u00ebrash t\u00eb pamatura\u2026<\/p>\n
Kaderi im dhe i shum\u00eb arnaut\u00ebve t\u00eb tjer\u00eb nd\u00ebr shekuj, u b\u00eb shk\u00ebndij\u00eb e pakuptueshme dhe e pavullnetshme, por fatlume, q\u00eb lidhi zemrat dhe nostalgjin\u00eb me emrin e madh e t\u00eb paz\u00ebvend\u00ebsuesh\u00ebm t\u00eb k\u00ebtij vendi dhe tok\u00ebs s\u00eb tij t\u00eb begat\u00eb\u2026<\/p>\n
Ishte ver\u00eb e mbrame e vitit 1993, kur p\u00ebr her\u00eb t\u00eb par\u00eb shkela n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb prag t\u00eb lasht\u00eb, sa lasht\u00ebsia e njeriut mbi tok\u00eb. Ishte aksham, dielli s\u2019kishte shum\u00eb q\u00eb kishte per\u00ebnduar. Qyteti ishte drit\u00eb. Nj\u00eb dit\u00eb e re, q\u00eb po niste me magribin e asaj nate, sh\u00ebnoi n\u00eb ball\u00eb t\u00eb rrug\u00ebtimit tim adres\u00ebn e jet\u00ebs, nurin e saj\u2026<\/p>\n
Vulosi veten dhe hap\u00ebrimet e mia me drit\u00ebn dhe frym\u00ebn e jasemin\u00ebs, drit\u00ebs jeshile t\u00eb minareve, ngjyr\u00ebn e mihrabeve dhe jehon\u00ebn e lutjeve t\u00eb prag sabaheve, q\u00eb mbulonin horizontet me pelerin\u00ebn e mekameve t\u00eb tyre mistike, n\u00eb prag t\u00eb drit\u00ebs s\u00eb re t\u00eb nj\u00eb dite q\u00eb kish nisur me per\u00ebndimin e diellit t\u00eb saj\u2026<\/p>\n
Dokumetari m\u00eb mori p\u00ebr dore drejt atij viti t\u00eb larg\u00ebt dhe shum\u00eb t\u00eb tjer\u00ebve q\u00eb e pasuan, p\u00ebr t\u00eb par\u00eb m\u00eb syt\u00eb e kujtes\u00ebs dhe mallit, vende dhe njer\u00ebz, q\u00eb n\u00eb jet\u00ebn time sh\u00ebnuan kthesa dhe lan\u00eb gjurm\u00eb, prej atyre q\u00eb ngjajn\u00eb me gdhendjet n\u00eb gur, q\u00eb asgj\u00eb nuk i prish, as ia humb\u00eb form\u00ebn dhe bukurin\u00eb e pap\u00ebrshkrueshme\u2026<\/p>\n
Damasku ishte dhe mbeti em\u00ebr i shtrenjt\u00eb, tamam si Shkodra, vendlindja ime\u2026 Damasku me rrugicat e veta, me penxheret\u00eb karakteristike, me gjurm\u00ebt e qytet\u00ebrimeve t\u00eb lashta, me frym\u00ebn elitare t\u00eb besimit dhe kultur\u00ebn e tij, mish\u00ebruar n\u00eb \u00e7do gj\u00eb\u2026<\/p>\n
Damasku i paqes dhe i siguris\u00eb, i burrave me integritet dhe grave fisnike, rinis\u00eb s\u00eb qeshur dhe f\u00ebmij\u00ebve t\u00eb edukuar e brumosur me edukat\u00ebn e gjysh\u00ebrve besimtar\u00eb e qytetar\u00eb t\u00eb mir\u00eb, q\u00eb dit\u00ebn e nisnin me namazin e sabahut n\u00eb xhami, lutjet e paqta p\u00ebr nj\u00ebri-tjetrin, vrapimin drejt pun\u00ebs dhe angazhimeve ditore, pajisur me frik\u00ebn dhe dashnin\u00eb e Zotit, me q\u00ebllime fisnike; duke e konsideruar pun\u00ebn e past\u00ebr adhurim; fitimin me djers\u00ebn e ballit, afrim me Zotin; ruajtjen e harmonis\u00eb n\u00eb komunitet, d\u00ebshmi qytet\u00ebrimi dhe etiket\u00eb prezantuese e nj\u00eb Qyteti, jo si \u00e7do qytet, emri i t\u00eb cilit thirret DIMESHK, a Damask, si\u00e7 e njohin axhem\u00ebt n\u00eb mbar\u00eb bot\u00ebn\u2026<\/p>\n
Dokumentari, (q\u00eb p\u00ebr hir t\u00eb s\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00ebs, mbaroi para se t\u00eb fillonte), m\u00eb trazoi kujtimet dhe nostalgjin\u00eb, m\u00eb ftoi t\u00eb ulem e t\u00eb shkruaj k\u00ebto rreshta, si nj\u00eb cop\u00ebz testamenti, q\u00eb nuk mund t\u00eb sos\u00eb kaq me nxitim, p\u00ebr t\u00eb shprehur at\u00eb q\u00eb realisht fshihet n\u00eb zem\u00ebr nga dashnia dhe p\u00ebrulja, p\u00ebr nj\u00eb vend q\u00eb peshon sa shum\u00eb vendlindje, p\u00ebr nj\u00eb koh\u00eb, q\u00eb s\u2019ka peshore n\u00eb bot\u00eb q\u00eb ia p\u00ebrkufizon dot vler\u00ebn, p\u00ebr nj\u00eb frym\u00eb malli, q\u00eb sa her\u00eb shfaqet i ngacmuar nga jasht\u00eb, v\u00ebrshon paq\u00ebsisht, duke mbuluar me miskun e tij gjith\u00ebsin\u00eb, para s\u00eb cil\u00ebs dukem shum\u00eb i vog\u00ebl, aq sa p\u00ebr t\u00eb mos u dukur e p\u00ebr t\u00eb mos u v\u00ebn\u00eb re\u2026<\/p>\n
Damask, ishte dhe mbeti nj\u00eb em\u00ebr simfonie, prej atyre q\u00eb luhen nj\u00eb her\u00eb n\u00eb jet\u00eb pa u shkruar n\u00eb pentagrame e, q\u00eb s\u2019ka pentagram q\u00eb ia mbledh dot notat, para tingujve t\u00eb cil\u00ebve gjith\u00ebsia mban heshtje, mb\u00ebshtetur n\u00eb pragun e Jasemin\u00ebs dhe Zambakut\u2026<\/p>\n
Damask, ishte dhe mbeti em\u00ebr qytet\u00ebrimi dhe shpirti, virtytesh dhe morali, dijesh dhe dijetar\u00ebsh, veprash dhe sakrificash, harmonie kulturash, p\u00ebrzier me sinqeritet burrash t\u00eb m\u00ebdhenj e hijer\u00ebnd\u00eb, m\u00ebkuar nga zemra n\u00ebnash zem\u00ebrgjera e plot urti shekujsh mbi supe, prej atyre q\u00eb p\u00ebrkundin qytet\u00ebrime, me syt\u00eb p\u00ebrtok\u00eb e zemrat drejtuar nga qiejt dhe lart\u00ebsit\u00eb e tyre t\u00eb bardha\u2026<\/p>\n
Ishte ver\u00eb e mbrame e vitit 1993…<\/p>\n
L\u00ebvizja e njer\u00ebzve ruante nj\u00eb dinamik\u00eb, q\u00eb buronte nga mexhliset e dijes, t\u00eb tejmbushura me t\u00eb rinj e t\u00eb reja, me baballar\u00eb, fytyrat e t\u00eb cil\u00ebve zbukuroheshin me nj\u00eb pal\u00eb mustaqe t\u00eb hijshme, a mjekra t\u00eb lehta t\u00eb mir\u00ebmbajtura, teksa i shihje duke nxituar p\u00ebr t\u00eb z\u00ebn\u00eb nj\u00eb vend t\u00eb merituar, aty para duarve t\u00eb mjek\u00ebrbardh\u00ebve me \u00e7allmat e dijes dhe p\u00ebrkushtimit, me fytyr\u00ebn drit\u00eb\u2026<\/p>\n
Damasku i p\u00ebrngjet asaj q\u00eb shkruan Mustafa Sadik Rrafiiu (1298-1356 h.) n\u00eb kryevepr\u00ebn e tij: \u201cRevelata e lapsit\u201d, n\u00eb esen\u00eb me titull: \u201cHistori q\u00eb flet\u201d, kur thot\u00eb: \u201cJan\u00eb ca \u00ebndrra, q\u00eb n\u00eb t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb jan\u00eb tregime logjike t\u00eb plot\u00ebsuara n\u00eb pjes\u00eb, t\u00eb vulosura n\u00eb kall\u00ebpet e veta, t\u00eb mir\u00ebstrukturuara, t\u00eb shkruara mrekullisht, q\u00eb e b\u00ebjn\u00eb njeriun, teksa flen, si ta kishte dor\u00ebzuar veten e tij n\u00eb duart e nj\u00eb shoq\u00ebrie melek\u00ebsh, q\u00eb e ndihmojn\u00eb t\u00eb notoj\u00eb n\u00eb nj\u00eb bot\u00eb t\u00eb \u00e7uditshme, si t\u00eb ishte magjepsur dhe t\u00eb ishte kthyer n\u00eb nj\u00eb tregim.<\/p>\n
N\u00ebse nd\u00ebr lexues ka prej atyre q\u00eb s\u2019e dijn\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb, le ta dijn\u00eb tani prej meje; sepse shpeshher\u00eb un\u00eb shkruaj dhe lexoj n\u00eb gjum\u00eb dhe, shpeshher\u00eb frym\u00ebzohem nga Krijuesi i fjal\u00ebs dhe, shpeshher\u00eb shoh at\u00eb, q\u00eb po ta kisha regjistruar me shkrim, do t\u00eb konsiderohej prej mrekullive\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
K\u00ebshtu \u00ebsht\u00eb Damasku, q\u00eb sa her\u00eb p\u00ebrmendet, vetvetiu kthehem n\u00eb nj\u00eb udh\u00ebtar t\u00eb heshtur n\u00eb rreshtat e historis\u00eb, muhaxhir i dashuruar pas shfaqjes s\u00eb jasemin\u00ebs dhe zambakut, minareve t\u00eb vjetra me gur\u00eb shekujsh, per\u00ebndimit t\u00eb diellit mb\u00ebshtetur mbi Kasijun, rrjedh\u00ebs s\u00eb burimit t\u00eb Fixh\u00ebs, freskis\u00eb s\u00eb Beradas\u00eb, mekameve t\u00eb eulijave t\u00eb koh\u00ebs, ezaneve kumbues me z\u00eb shpirti, q\u00eb ta zgjojn\u00eb zemr\u00ebn prej hutimit dhe ta gjall\u00ebrojn\u00eb shpirtin me jehon\u00ebn e p\u00ebrhapur horizonteve t\u00eb p\u00ebrmalluara p\u00ebr thirrjen e teuhidit\u2026<\/p>\n
K\u00ebshtu, sa her\u00eb p\u00ebrmendet e shfaqet nami i tij, aq her\u00eb m\u00eb vjen n\u00eb hat\u00ebr i madhi Nazim, n\u00eb vargjet e t\u00eb cilit gjej prehje, shfryej mallin tim e gjurm\u00ebve t\u00eb sokakut t\u00eb vjet\u00ebr shkel, n\u00eb bes\u00eb t\u00eb viteve e koh\u00ebs q\u00eb kaloi\u2026:<\/p>\n
Me hakikat t\u00eb jam ashik
\nGjith\u00eb jeta le t\u00eb din\u00eb,
\nHi\u00e7 ai q\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb ashik
\nA e msheh ashik\u00ebrin\u00eb!
\n\u2026
\nDh\u00e9 e qiell le ta din\u00eb
\nSe me k\u00eb jam\u00eb b\u00ebr\u00eb ashik,
\nPse ta pshehnje ashik\u00ebrin\u00eb
\nNj\u00eb insane q\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb sadik.
\nZotyn\u00eb e di sa t\u00eb dua
\nM\u00eb nuk\u00eb kam se si them,
\nPuna ime u d\u00ebgjua
\nU \u00e7el n\u00ebp\u00ebr gjith\u00eb alem\u2026<\/p>\n
Ishte ver\u00eb e mbrame e vitit 1993\u2026<\/p>\n
N\u00eb m\u00ebngjes do kaloj nga shit\u00ebsi i luleve, t\u00eb t\u00eb blej nj\u00eb jet\u00eb me jasemin\u00eb\u2026<\/p>\n
Muhamed B. Sytari<\/strong> S\u00ebrish m’u kujtua ai dokumentar kushtuar Damaskut t\u00eb zemr\u00ebs, jasemin\u00ebs s\u00eb \u00ebndrrave… Nj\u00eb or\u00eb e paharruar televizive kushtuar Damaskut, kryeqytetit sirian, vendit t\u00eb shtrenjt\u00eb t\u00eb minareve, dijes e dijetar\u00ebve, qytet\u00ebrimit dhe modelit m\u00eb elitar t\u00eb […]<\/a><\/p>\n<\/div>","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2233,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2232","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-editorial"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/muhamedsytari.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2232","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/muhamedsytari.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/muhamedsytari.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/muhamedsytari.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/muhamedsytari.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2232"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/muhamedsytari.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2232\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2234,"href":"http:\/\/muhamedsytari.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2232\/revisions\/2234"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/muhamedsytari.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/2233"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/muhamedsytari.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2232"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/muhamedsytari.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2232"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/muhamedsytari.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2232"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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