Sot, qytetin e Shkodr\u00ebs e vizitoi nj\u00eb njeri i bardh\u00eb, prej atyre q\u00eb ta kujtojn\u00eb Zotin, fen\u00eb, besimin, moralin, virtytin, dijen e urt\u00ebsin\u00eb, me heshtjen e tyre, me nj\u00eb v\u00ebshtrim t\u00eb shoq\u00ebruar me nj\u00eb buz\u00ebqeshje bekuese, me nj\u00eb shtr\u00ebngim dore, me nj\u00eb shenj\u00eb, me nj\u00eb lutje…<\/p>\n
Sot, qytetin e Shkodr\u00ebs dhe tok\u00ebn shqiptare e shkeli nj\u00eb njeri i bardh\u00eb, prej atyre q\u00eb u flet vepra para fjal\u00ebs, bardh\u00ebsia para d\u00ebshmive, ngroht\u00ebsia e z\u00ebrit para fjal\u00ebve t\u00eb lidhura n\u00eb fjali…<\/span><\/p>\n Sot, Shkodra u bekua me mir\u00ebsi hyjnore, me pranin\u00eb e nj\u00eb Thirr\u00ebsi t\u00eb palodhur islam, nj\u00eb burri t\u00eb urt\u00eb, q\u00eb dashnin\u00eb e shp\u00ebrndan n\u00eb Thirrje, urtin\u00eb e vizaton n\u00eb let\u00ebr n\u00eb forma harfesh q\u00eb krijojn\u00eb fjali, mendime dhe ide udh\u00ebzuese n\u00eb faqe librash pa fund, bukurin\u00eb e shpirtit e dhuron, si kredo sinqeriteti pa kushte…<\/p>\n Sot, qyteti im buz\u00ebqeshi dhe, p\u00ebr nj\u00eb moment, u duk se nga \u00e7do cep i Shkodr\u00ebs, ku d\u00ebgjohet ezani pes\u00eb her\u00eb n\u00eb dit\u00eb, nga \u00e7do lagje ku b\u00ebhet “bismilah” me psher\u00ebtima zemrash, nga \u00e7do rrugic\u00eb ku bihet salavat e, nga \u00e7do sht\u00ebpi ku ndizen dritat e syfyrit e falet namazi i nat\u00ebs; u d\u00ebgjua nj\u00eb selam i fort\u00eb, drejtuar vizitorit fytyr\u00eb-nur, dijetarit vizionar e largpam\u00ebs, Hoxh\u00ebs Osman Nuri Topbash…<\/p>\n Sot, teksa v\u00ebshtroja n\u00eb syt\u00eb e tij, dukej se koha ishte ndalur dhe, si me l\u00ebvizjet e shpejt\u00ebsis\u00eb s\u00eb drit\u00ebs, ishim takuar n\u00eb prezenc\u00ebn e mexhliseve t\u00eb Drit\u00ebs, ku t\u00eb par\u00ebt tan\u00eb me mjekra t\u00eb bardha, nuk i l\u00ebshojn\u00eb duart e nj\u00ebri-tjetrit, teksa d\u00ebshmojn\u00eb forc\u00ebn e besimit dhe sirret e v\u00ebllaz\u00ebris\u00eb islame, duke k\u00ebnduar bashkarisht e me mekame t\u00eb ndryshme, nj\u00eb fjali t\u00eb shenjt\u00eb: “Fe as’bahtum bini’metihi ikhvana”… (“Dhe me mir\u00ebsin\u00eb e Tij u b\u00ebt\u00eb v\u00ebllez\u00ebr!”)…<\/p>\n N\u00eb at\u00eb prekje duarsh, ndjehej energji shekujsh, ku ne shqiptar\u00ebt dhe kombe pa fund, ishim shkruar t\u00eb lart\u00ebsoheshim p\u00ebrjet\u00ebsisht n\u00eb mirazhet e shpirtit, n\u00eb yj\u00ebsit\u00eb e Nurit Islam, duke d\u00ebshmuar past\u00ebr e shqip: “Edhe un\u00eb d\u00ebshmoj se nuk ka zot tjet\u00ebr, pos All-llahut dhe d\u00ebshmoj se Hz. Muhammedi (a.s) \u00ebsht\u00eb robi dhe i d\u00ebrguari i Tij!”…<\/p>\n Sot, teksa k\u00ebmbenim v\u00ebshtrimet e Paqes-Selam, kishim kaluar pragun e mallit, nga pas na ndiqte nostalgjia dhe para duarve tona q\u00ebndronte Drita e Bes\u00eblidhjeve t\u00eb vjetra, t\u00eb bekuara me vul\u00ebn: “Arefte felzem!”… (“E ke kuptuar drejt\u00eb, q\u00ebndro n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb rrug\u00eb!”)…<\/p>\n Sot, m\u00eb mbet\u00ebn ca fjal\u00eb pa th\u00ebn\u00eb… Ndoshta, nuk qe shkruar t\u00eb d\u00ebgjoheshin e, ndoshta, m\u00eb mir\u00eb k\u00ebshtu… Por, sot, mbi t\u00eb gjitha, teksa v\u00ebshtroja p\u00ebrtej fjal\u00ebve, q\u00eb but\u00ebsisht dilnin nga zemra e Hoxh\u00ebs, m\u00eb erdh\u00ebn para syve fjal\u00ebt e dijetarit sirian, Shejkh Nuruddin Itr, teksa p\u00ebrcillte d\u00ebshmin\u00eb e Hoxh\u00ebs s\u00eb tij, se: “I privuar \u00ebsht\u00eb ai, q\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb privuar nga bereqeti i njer\u00ebzve t\u00eb koh\u00ebs s\u00eb tij!”…<\/p>\n Mir\u00eb se erdhe, Hoxh\u00eb..!<\/p>\n Imam Muhamed B. Sytari<\/strong> Sot, qytetin e Shkodr\u00ebs e vizitoi nj\u00eb njeri i bardh\u00eb, prej atyre q\u00eb ta kujtojn\u00eb Zotin, fen\u00eb, besimin, moralin, virtytin, dijen e urt\u00ebsin\u00eb, me heshtjen e tyre, me nj\u00eb v\u00ebshtrim t\u00eb shoq\u00ebruar me nj\u00eb buz\u00ebqeshje […]<\/a><\/p>\n<\/div>","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":121,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-120","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-editorial"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/muhamedsytari.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/120","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/muhamedsytari.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/muhamedsytari.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/muhamedsytari.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/muhamedsytari.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=120"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/muhamedsytari.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/120\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":123,"href":"https:\/\/muhamedsytari.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/120\/revisions\/123"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/muhamedsytari.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/121"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/muhamedsytari.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=120"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/muhamedsytari.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=120"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/muhamedsytari.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=120"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nShkod\u00ebr, m\u00eb 16 maj 2016<\/em><\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"