{"id":3169,"date":"2021-08-22T14:09:16","date_gmt":"2021-08-22T14:09:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/muhamedsytari.net\/?p=3169"},"modified":"2021-08-22T14:09:16","modified_gmt":"2021-08-22T14:09:16","slug":"meditime-54","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/muhamedsytari.net\/?p=3169","title":{"rendered":"Meditime (54)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Kujtime Damasku, kujtime jasemine..!<\/strong><\/p>\n

Kur lulet e jasemin\u00ebs bien p\u00ebrtok\u00eb, do t\u00eb thot\u00eb se nd\u00ebrrimi i stin\u00ebve \u00ebsht\u00eb n\u00eb der\u00eb. N\u00ebsoj si n\u00eb Shkod\u00ebr, kur vapa e madhe e gushtit nis e p\u00ebrzihet me korrentet e er\u00ebs, do t\u00eb thot\u00eb se frekuentuesit e notit n\u00eb brigjet e Drinit, b\u00ebhen gati t\u00eb mbyllin sezonin…<\/p>\n

E \u00ebmbla jasemin\u00eb shk\u00ebputet me krejt delikates\u00ebn e ngjyr\u00ebs, p\u00ebr t\u00eb lajm\u00ebruar se stina e saj ka mb\u00ebrritur akshamin, edhe pse dielli i jasemin\u00ebs ve\u00e7 agon, p\u00ebrtej stin\u00ebve e karakteristikave t\u00eb tyre. Jasemina \u00ebsht\u00eb m\u00eb shum\u00eb se nj\u00eb lule!<\/p>\n

Dimri n\u00eb Damask vinte i ftoht\u00eb. Kishte raste kur binte edhe d\u00ebbor\u00eb. Bardh\u00ebsia e stin\u00ebs mbulonte qytetin e madh, aq sa nuk mbetej njeri pa dal\u00eb n\u00eb rrug\u00eb, sidomos n\u00eb lulishtat e shumta, ku m\u00eb s\u00eb shumti njer\u00ebzit shijonin loj\u00ebn me topat e bor\u00ebs. Zakonisht, ne shkonim te lulishta Sheku, ajo e lagjes, nganj\u00ebher\u00eb edhe n\u00eb Tishrin\u00ebn e st\u00ebrmadhe, a edhe n\u00eb Abasijine. Kishte edhe ndonj\u00eb melankolik q\u00eb vet\u00ebm ecte, duke ndjekur bardh\u00ebsin\u00eb n\u00eb kufijt\u00eb e v\u00ebshtrimeve plot meditim.<\/p>\n

Shkrepje t\u00eb panum\u00ebrta fiksonin g\u00ebzimin e njer\u00ebzve. Ishin aparatet e koh\u00ebs, q\u00eb nuk pushonin. Prej atyre q\u00eb punonin me filmat Kodak, Fuji a t\u00eb ndonj\u00eb firme tjet\u00ebr n\u00eb mod\u00eb asokohe.<\/p>\n

Sabahet e dimrit ishin m\u00eb t\u00eb ftohta, sidomos n\u00eb motet me d\u00ebbor\u00eb, q\u00eb gjith\u00ebsesi, nuk rrinte shum\u00eb. Thjesht\u00eb kalonte si nj\u00eb mik q\u00eb nuk don t\u00eb b\u00ebhet i bezdissh\u00ebm, por as nuk don t\u00eb d\u00ebgjoj\u00eb njeri t’i thoj\u00eb: “Ke humbur fare!”… Largohej drejt Bludanit, q\u00eb njihej si vendpushimi i bor\u00ebs p\u00ebrgjat\u00eb krejt stin\u00ebs. Eh, sa kujtime t\u00eb bukura struken n\u00eb hap\u00ebsirat e bardha t\u00eb Bludanit..!<\/p>\n

N\u00eb prag t\u00eb ezanit t\u00eb sabahut, a gjat\u00eb tij, student\u00ebt zgjoheshin duke f\u00ebrkuar duart, teksa dilnin nga dhomat drejt \u00e7ezmeve t\u00eb abdesit, me peshqirin p\u00ebrreth qaf\u00ebs.<\/p>\n

Ishte nj\u00eb moment mistik ai i fillimit t\u00eb dit\u00ebs s\u00eb re. Dikujt, me v\u00ebshtir\u00ebsi i hapeshin syt\u00eb, teksa dikush tjet\u00ebr e niste dit\u00ebn me ca l\u00ebvizje t\u00eb ngjashme me ato t\u00eb sportist\u00ebve q\u00eb b\u00ebjn\u00eb nxehjen e muskujve n\u00eb prag t\u00eb ndeshjes.<\/p>\n

N\u00eb korridore k\u00ebmbeheshin selame e urime, biseda t\u00eb ngushta, por edhe ndonj\u00eb batut\u00eb e ngelur p\u00ebrgjys\u00ebm nga nata e kaluar. N\u00eb konvikt nuk ngelte njeri pa dal\u00eb p\u00ebr n\u00eb xhami, prej t\u00eb cil\u00ebs na ndante ve\u00e7 nj\u00eb rrugic\u00eb e vog\u00ebl dhe rruga e ngusht\u00eb, p\u00ebrball\u00eb s\u00eb cil\u00ebs ndodhej porta e madhe e xhamis\u00eb son\u00eb t\u00eb shtrenjt\u00eb, Ebu Nur. Sa m\u00eb ka marr\u00eb malli ta shkel at\u00eb prag..!<\/p>\n

N\u00eb sabah kishte plot njer\u00ebz q\u00eb nuk e linin asnj\u00ebher\u00eb tekbirin fillestar pas imamit. Ishin besnik\u00eb t\u00eb atij \u00e7asti t\u00eb sh\u00ebnuar. Nuk linin as virdet e pas namazit. Konsiderohej munges\u00eb edukate dhe namaz i mang\u00ebt n\u00ebse ngriheshe p\u00ebr t\u00eb dal\u00eb me vrap nga xhamia, pa kryer tespih\u00ebt e lutjen e fillimit t\u00eb dit\u00ebs.<\/p>\n

Q\u00ebndronin pa l\u00ebvizur nga vendi p\u00ebr t\u00eb kryer dhikret e dit\u00ebs s\u00eb re, ajeti kursin\u00eb, tespih\u00ebt, duan\u00eb. Dikush vazhdonte m\u00eb tutje me dhik\u00ebr, deri n\u00eb lindjen e diellit, n\u00eb gjurm\u00ebt e tradit\u00ebs s\u00eb Pejgamberit (a.s.).<\/p>\n

Zakonisht, dit\u00ebve, kur kishim kaluar or\u00eb t\u00eb shumta pa gjum\u00eb, vraponim p\u00ebr n\u00eb konvikt. Nuk k\u00ebmbenim shum\u00eb fjal\u00eb me njeri. Pak gjum\u00eb deri n\u00eb orarin e fillimit t\u00eb orarit t\u00eb studimit ishte i shum\u00ebd\u00ebshiruar p\u00ebr t\u00eb ruajtur ekuilibrat e raporteve n\u00eb mesin e pagjum\u00ebsis\u00eb me gjumin e nevojsh\u00ebm, a af\u00ebr kufirit t\u00eb tij.<\/p>\n

N\u00eb raste t\u00eb shumta, kur sabahun e falnim n\u00eb xhamin\u00eb e Dr. Butit, jo shum\u00eb larg xhamis\u00eb e konviktit, ktheheshim edhe me k\u00ebnaq\u00ebsin\u00eb q\u00eb merrnim nga selami dhe shtr\u00ebngimi i duarve me dijetarin e shquar, t\u00eb cilin e karakterizonte modestia dhe heshtja, sidomos kur dilte nga xhamia dhe vazhdonte rrug\u00ebn drejt sht\u00ebpis\u00eb s\u00eb tij, kryeulur n\u00eb meditim…<\/p>\n

M\u00ebngjesi i ri damasken niste me cic\u00ebrimat e zogjve, q\u00eb asnj\u00eb dit\u00eb nuk e ndalnin ritmin e ritualit t\u00eb tyre paqtues. Ngjante me nj\u00eb simfoni plot jet\u00eb, k\u00ebnga e tyre. E nisnin dhe kushedi se kur e bitisnin. E nisnin dhe asnj\u00ebher\u00eb s’harronin t’i riktheheshin ritualit t\u00eb tyre t\u00eb natyrsh\u00ebm, me agimin e \u00e7do dite t\u00eb re…<\/p>\n

…<\/p>\n

Kur lulet e jasemin\u00ebs bien p\u00ebrtok\u00eb, hap dyert e kujtimeve dhe lutu p\u00ebr koh\u00ebn t\u00ebnde..!<\/p>\n

Imam Muhamed Bardhyl Sytari<\/span><\/a><\/strong>
\nShkod\u00ebr, 23 gusht 2019 – 2021<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Kujtime Damasku, kujtime jasemine..! Kur lulet e jasemin\u00ebs bien p\u00ebrtok\u00eb, do t\u00eb thot\u00eb se nd\u00ebrrimi i stin\u00ebve \u00ebsht\u00eb n\u00eb der\u00eb. N\u00ebsoj si n\u00eb Shkod\u00ebr, kur vapa e madhe e gushtit nis e p\u00ebrzihet me korrentet […]<\/a><\/p>\n<\/div>","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3170,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3169","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-meditime"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/muhamedsytari.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3169","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=3169"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/muhamedsytari.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3169\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3171,"href":"https:\/\/muhamedsytari.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3169\/revisions\/3171"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/muhamedsytari.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/3170"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/muhamedsytari.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=3169"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/muhamedsytari.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=3169"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/muhamedsytari.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=3169"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}