Sonte, dola t\u00eb sh\u00ebtis n\u00eb rrug\u00ebt e qytetit tim. Isha vet\u00ebm. Kishte koh\u00eb q\u00eb ishte falur namazi i jacis\u00eb. Qyteti ishte mbuluar nga pelerina e nat\u00ebs s\u00eb fresk\u00ebt t\u00eb k\u00ebsaj vjeshte, q\u00eb sivjet duket se ka ardhur m\u00eb her\u00ebt se vitet e tjera, duke e strukur qytetin n\u00eb streh\u00ebzat e tij t\u00eb shumta, ku njer\u00ebzit p\u00ebrjetojn\u00eb ngroht\u00ebsin\u00eb pran\u00eb nj\u00ebri-tjetrit\u2026<\/p>\n
Rrug\u00ebt dukeshin t\u00eb qeta, ndryshe nga dinamika e Medin\u00ebs dhe Mek\u00ebs para saj, ku nata dhe dita dallojn\u00eb vet\u00ebm nga prezenca e diellit dhe ajo e h\u00ebn\u00ebs. Aty-k\u00ebtu ndonj\u00eb makin\u00eb me drita t\u00eb gjata, a ndonj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr me shpejt\u00ebsi nate, thyenin monotonin\u00eb e k\u00ebsaj nate vjeshte, ku edhe f\u00ebshf\u00ebrima e gjetheve t\u00eb thata nuk d\u00ebgjohet m\u00eb trotuareve\u2026<\/p>\n
Shkodra \u00ebsht\u00eb e ve\u00e7ant\u00eb nga krejt qytetet e bot\u00ebs. \u00cbsht\u00eb m\u00eb e ngroht\u00eb e m\u00eb e dashur p\u00ebr zemr\u00ebn se shum\u00eb e shum\u00eb qytete t\u00eb tjera. \u00cbsht\u00eb e thjesht\u00eb, familjare, e fresk\u00ebt si flladet e vjesht\u00ebs, e ngroht\u00eb si m\u00ebngjeset e ver\u00ebs, e dritshme si dit\u00ebt e pranver\u00ebs, e bardh\u00eb si dit\u00ebt e dimrit, kur d\u00ebbora mbulon me petkun e saj \u00e7do gj\u00eb\u2026<\/p>\n
Shkodra \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb dashni e madhe, q\u00eb s’e z\u00ebvend\u00ebson dashni. \u00cbsht\u00eb frym\u00eb malli, q\u00eb mban peng me kujtimet e saj edhe vet\u00eb frym\u00ebn. \u00cbsht\u00eb prekje krenarie, q\u00eb t\u00eb b\u00ebn t\u00eb ndjehesh p\u00ebrher\u00eb i sigurt\u00eb e fisnik, saher\u00eb p\u00ebrmendet emri i saj, kudo q\u00eb t\u00eb jesh e me k\u00ebdo q\u00eb t\u00eb jesh\u2026 Shkodra \u00ebsht\u00eb Shkod\u00ebr, unike, e pashembullt, e pakrahasueshme, e pak\u00ebmbyeshme, e patolerueshme, e pandryshueshme, vetmitare n\u00eb p\u00ebrkat\u00ebsin\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00eb dhuron, fisnik\u00ebrisht dinjitare saher\u00eb e kujton, thjesht\u00eb Shkod\u00ebrloce..!<\/p>\n
Qytetim im \u00ebsht\u00eb ai, p\u00ebr t\u00eb cilin kan\u00eb shkruar t\u00eb urt\u00ebt e dijetar\u00ebt, shkrimtar\u00ebt e poet\u00ebt, t\u00eb dashuruarit dhe t\u00eb p\u00ebrmalluarit\u2026 Shkodra t\u00eb mbush me p\u00ebrmendjen e emrit t\u00eb saj, t\u00eb frym\u00ebzon me agimet e paqta, me flladet e net\u00ebve me yje, me parfumin e pakrahasuesh\u00ebm t\u00eb pem\u00ebve t\u00eb blinit, karajfilave e drandofilleve, zymbylit e zambakut.., po ku ka xhan\u00ebm si bah\u00e7et e sht\u00ebpive tona shkodrane n\u00eb mbar\u00eb bot\u00ebn..!?<\/p>\n
Sonte, qyteti im kishte mall, nj\u00ebsoj si un\u00eb p\u00ebr er\u00ebn e Shkodr\u00ebs, p\u00ebr zhurm\u00ebn e hapave mbi tok\u00ebn e saj, p\u00ebr kujtimet e shkuara e personazhet e dashura, pa pranin\u00eb e t\u00eb cil\u00ebve, jeta do t\u00eb ishte e varf\u00ebr, shum\u00eb e varf\u00ebr\u2026 Sonte, edhe pem\u00ebt e fjetura ishin strukur n\u00eb melankolin\u00eb e stin\u00ebs; dhuronin prehje e paqe n\u00eb qet\u00ebsin\u00eb e tyre tipike\u2026 Sonte, nata nuk fliste. Fshihte n\u00eb veten e saj hapat e heshtur t\u00eb zemrave n\u00eb mall… M\u00eb v\u00ebshtronte dhe me nj\u00eb buz\u00ebqeshje t\u00eb p\u00ebrmalluar sikur donte t\u00eb fliste me mua, por… Donte me \u00e7do kusht t\u00eb m\u00eb shoq\u00ebronte p\u00ebr t\u00eb mos m\u00eb l\u00ebn\u00eb vet\u00ebm, edhe pse sonte, nuk doja shoq\u00ebrin\u00eb e askujt n\u00eb sh\u00ebtitjen time, rrug\u00ebve t\u00eb qytetit tim\u2026<\/p>\n
\u00cbsht\u00eb bekim i madh nga Zoti, t\u00eb ec\u00ebsh vet\u00ebm n\u00eb \u00e7do or\u00eb t\u00eb nat\u00ebs e t\u00eb dit\u00ebs n\u00eb rrug\u00ebt e Shkodr\u00ebs, pa u trembur nga trokitjet e nat\u00ebs, as nga hijet e dit\u00ebs\u2026 \u00cbsht\u00eb bekim t\u00eb ec\u00ebsh vet\u00ebm, duke komunikuar me flladet dhe freskin\u00eb, me vjesht\u00ebn dhe brisht\u00ebsin\u00eb e saj, me qiellin dhe tok\u00ebn, me nat\u00ebn dhe me heshtjen, me zemr\u00ebn e madhe t\u00eb Shkodr\u00ebs dhe bukurin\u00eb e natyr\u00ebs s\u00eb saj\u2026<\/p>\n
Sonte, ndjeva mallin e pap\u00ebrshkruesh\u00ebm t\u00eb Hoxh\u00ebs, teksa vite t\u00eb shkuara larg Shkodr\u00ebs, rreshtonte fjal\u00ebt e tij t\u00eb zemr\u00ebs s\u00eb djegur p\u00ebr pak arom\u00eb Shkodre: \u201cEj Shkod\u00ebr e dashtun, ej Shkod\u00ebr e bukur, qendra e burrave bujar\u00eb, fusha e prestigjit dhe moralit, lum\u00eb i drit\u00ebs e i dijes, toka me arom\u00eb tr\u00ebndafili e zambaku\u2026 S’po t’livdoj Shkod\u00ebr, megjith\u00ebse je vendi q\u00eb n\u00eb t\u00eb thitha ajrin dhe er\u00ebn e jet\u00ebs p\u00ebr her\u00eb t\u00eb par\u00eb, o Shkodra ime, kur m\u00eb priti toka jote e but\u00eb dhe dashamir\u00ebse, p\u00ebr her\u00eb t\u00eb par\u00eb n\u00eb djepin e prind\u00ebve, n\u00eb parzin t’and, deri sa u rrita\u2026 U largova nga ti kaq vjet\u2026 M\u00eb ishe zem\u00ebr para syve t\u00eb mi\u2026 Ruajta gjuh\u00ebn t’ande dhe, kur u ktheva te ti pas 55 vjet\u00ebsh, m\u00eb more ndryk deri m’u rehatu zemra\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
Sonte, fjal\u00ebt e Hoxh\u00ebs s\u00eb Madh t\u00eb Shkodr\u00ebs m\u2019u b\u00ebn\u00eb fllad, q\u00eb vjesht\u00ebs i dhan\u00eb shpirt nga but\u00ebsia e tij e, fjal\u00ebt e mallit u shkrin\u00eb me ajrin e fresk\u00ebt t\u00eb k\u00ebsaj nate, q\u00eb m\u2019u b\u00eb se m\u00eb tha: \u201cMir\u00eb se erdhe n\u00eb Shkod\u00ebrlocen t\u2019ande!\u201d\u2026<\/p>\n
Imam Muhamed B. Sytari<\/b> Sonte, dola t\u00eb sh\u00ebtis n\u00eb rrug\u00ebt e qytetit tim. Isha vet\u00ebm. Kishte koh\u00eb q\u00eb ishte falur namazi i jacis\u00eb. Qyteti ishte mbuluar nga pelerina e nat\u00ebs s\u00eb fresk\u00ebt t\u00eb k\u00ebsaj vjeshte, q\u00eb sivjet duket se […]<\/a><\/p>\n<\/div>","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":727,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-724","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\/724","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=724"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/muhamedsytari.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/724\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":726,"href":"http:\/\/muhamedsytari.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/724\/revisions\/726"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/muhamedsytari.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/727"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/muhamedsytari.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=724"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/muhamedsytari.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=724"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/muhamedsytari.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=724"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nShkod\u00ebr, m\u00eb 21 shtator 2016<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"