{"id":62497,"date":"2023-11-01T11:23:50","date_gmt":"2023-11-01T11:23:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/rdnews.al\/?p=62497"},"modified":"2023-11-01T11:23:50","modified_gmt":"2023-11-01T11:23:50","slug":"ramadan-pasmaciu-shkrimtari-me-gjuhen-e-bukur-shqipe","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/rdnews.al\/index.php\/2023\/11\/01\/ramadan-pasmaciu-shkrimtari-me-gjuhen-e-bukur-shqipe\/","title":{"rendered":"Ramadan Pasma\u00e7iu, shkrimtari me gjuh\u00ebn e bukur shqipe"},"content":{"rendered":"

Nga Agim Xh. D\u00ebshnica<\/strong><\/p>\n

N\u00cb P\u00cbRKUJTIM I T\u00cb SHKRIMTARIT<\/p>\n

Ramadan M. Pasma\u00e7iu, lindi m\u00eb 26 shkurt 1938 n\u00eb Berat, u nda nga jeta m\u00eb 1 n\u00ebntor 2021, n\u00eb Tiran\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Si shkrimtar ai,\u00a0 u njoh nd\u00ebr krijuesit\u00a0 me mbi 70 vepra. N\u00eb vitin 1978, u vler\u00ebsua me \u00e7mimin\u00a0 “Migjeni” p\u00ebr romanin “Udh\u00ebve t\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00ebris\u00eb”. Ka botuar\u00a0 romanet \u201cShtjellat e bardha\u201d, \u201cP\u00ebrtej koh\u00ebs\u201d, novelat \u201cDy shok\u00ebt\u201d, \u201cLeka\u201d,\u00a0 v\u00ebllimin me\u00a0 tregimet \u201cKush rron duke shpresuar\u201d, \u201cSerin\u00eb me\u00a0 P\u00ebrralla t\u00eb V\u00ebrteta\u201d p\u00ebr t\u00eb gjitha moshat. .Ato shquhen p\u00ebr mjesht\u00ebrin\u00eb artistike t\u00eb t\u00eb shkruarit, p\u00ebr gjuh\u00ebn e pasur e t\u00eb figurshme e r\u00ebfimin\u00a0 t\u00ebrheq\u00ebs t\u00eb ngjarjeve. Ne romanin, \u201cJu flas me zem\u00ebr t\u00eb hapur\u201d botuar m\u00eb 1988, i cili fitoi \u00e7mimin e par\u00eb.T\u00eb gjitha jan\u00eb tregime humoristike q\u00eb hynin thell\u00eb n\u00eb realitetin\u00a0 e p\u00ebrditeshm t\u00eb atyre viteve. P\u00ebrshkohen nga nj\u00eb satir\u00eb e holl\u00eb therr\u00ebse p\u00ebr sistemin ekonomik, marr\u00ebdh\u00ebniet shoq\u00ebrore dhe politike t\u00eb pushteti socialit t\u00eb asaj kohe.<\/p>\n

Shkrimtari Ramdan M. Pasma\u00e7iu\u00a0 u njoh n\u00eb ve\u00e7anti me romanin \u201cFlaka e shpres\u00ebs\u201d, kushtuar 100-vjetorit t\u00eb Pavar\u00ebsis\u00eb.<\/p>\n

P\u00ebr k\u00ebt\u00eb vep\u00ebr ai u nderua me dekoratat \u201cNderi i Qarkut t\u00eb Beratit\u201d, \u201cFisnik i qytetit t\u00eb lasht\u00eb\u201d dhe nga qyteti i Prizrenit me dekorat\u00ebn \u201cMir\u00ebnjohje\u201d.<\/p>\n

Tregim<\/p>\n

\u201c\u2026PERSONI NUK \u00cbSHT\u00cb PARAQITUR!\u201d<\/p>\n

Nga v\u00ebllimi \u201cJu flas me zem\u00ebr t\u00eb hapur\u201d<\/p>\n

Sapo vura k\u00ebmb\u00ebn n\u00eb PTT, m\u00eb shp\u00ebtoi padashur nj\u00eb \u201cuf!\u201d. N\u00eb \u00e7ast zb\u00ebrtheva shpejt e si pakuptuar kopsat e k\u00ebmish\u00ebs. Me gjoksin hapur u drejtova n\u00eb sportel. – Shoqe, ju lutem, merreni k\u00ebt\u00eb lajmthirrje!\u00a0 Pas k\u00ebsaj dy gishta me manikyr u zgjat\u00ebn drejt fletushk\u00ebs sime dhe, duke e mb\u00ebrthyer si me pinca, e b\u00ebn\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00eb zhdukej nga syt\u00eb. \u2026 Pash\u00eb n\u00eb sall\u00eb nj\u00eb vend t\u00eb lir\u00eb te nj\u00eb stol, ku ishte ulur nj\u00eb grua plak\u00eb. U nisa ngadal\u00eb t\u00eb ulesha atje\u2026 Plaka, sa m\u00eb ndjeu pran\u00eb, thirri: – Of, \u00e7\u2019plasa! U \u00e7ova menj\u00ebher\u00eb, sikur t\u00eb m\u00eb kishin pickuar.\u00a0 \u201c\u00c7far\u00eb plake!\u201d – p\u00ebshp\u00ebrita, tek u largova. – E b\u00ebri me q\u00ebllim. Ja, si qesh! \u00c7udi e madhe!\u201d U mb\u00ebshteta pas murit. N\u00eb krah kisha nj\u00eb xhaxho. \u00a0– Or, po, plas\u00ebm! Na u zu fryma. \u00c7\u2019\u00ebsht\u00eb kjo k\u00ebshtu! – shfryu plaku. Kujtova se ia shtova un\u00eb vap\u00ebn. U largova edhe nga xhaxhoja. Prap\u00eb shkova te sporteli. – Moj shoqe, m\u00eb duket se po vonohet biseda ime! – Ti, or shok, s\u2019paske pun\u00eb! – m\u2019u p\u00ebrgjigj sportelistja. – Nj\u00eb m\u00eb dy e k\u00ebshtu th\u00ebnke! Prit, s\u2019t\u00eb pritet!? Desha ta sqaroja. Me siguri po m\u00eb ngat\u00ebrronte me ndonj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr. Vet\u00eb p\u00ebr her\u00eb t\u00eb par\u00eb po i thoshja! Po nd\u00ebrrova mendje. \u00c7\u2019ta zgjasja!… Iu afrova dritares, po s\u2019gjeta t\u00eb lir\u00eb asnj\u00eb cop\u00ebz parvaz. Shum\u00eb njer\u00ebz i kishin v\u00ebn\u00eb gjoksin ajrit, q\u00eb k\u00ebrkonte t\u00eb hynte me forc\u00eb nga jasht\u00eb. B\u00ebra nja tre hapa djathtas. U gjenda pothuajse puqur me nj\u00eb moshatarin tim, q\u00eb rrinte n\u00eb kanatjere e me k\u00ebmish\u00ebn n\u00eb dor\u00ebn e majt\u00eb. Nuk di \u00e7\u2019dreq m\u00eb shtyu dhe e pyeta: – E, ke ndonj\u00eb \u00e7ik\u00eb vap\u00eb? – S\u2019qenke n\u00eb vete! – m\u00eb tha. – Pse!? – ia prita i habitur. – Nuk shikon q\u00eb jam b\u00ebr\u00eb uj\u00eb?! Nd\u00ebrkoh\u00eb nga altoparlanti u d\u00ebgjua: – Azizi me Lushnjen, kabina 3! Vrapova brenda. – Alo! M\u2019u p\u00ebrgjigj nj\u00eb z\u00eb vajze. – Kush je!? – Asambleja. – Alo! Cila Asamble!? – Asambleja jote. – Siii!? – A-sam-ble-ja jooote! More vesh? – Jo! – Fillove nga shakat\u00eb tani?<\/p>\n

Mendova: \u201cUn\u00eb e kam n\u00eb Lushnje nj\u00eb kush\u00ebrir\u00eb me emrin Asamble. Mos vall\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb ajo, q\u00eb m\u00eb flet? Po edhe n\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb, nga i erdhi radha t\u00eb dal\u00eb n\u00eb telefon me mua, kur n\u00eb sht\u00ebpin\u00eb time jan\u00eb dy stane njer\u00ebz!?… Po, p\u00ebrse ngutem? A mund t\u00eb m\u00eb thot\u00eb kush\u00ebrira \u201cAsambleja jote\u201d? – Alo, d\u00ebgjo k\u00ebtu! – Fol! – Ti kush\u00ebrira ime je, fruta-zarzavateshit\u00ebsja? – Ore, \u00e7\u2019po flet! \u00c7\u2019\u00ebsht\u00eb kjo fruta-zarzavateshit\u00ebse, q\u00eb m\u00eb z\u00eb n\u00eb goj\u00eb!? Apo do q\u00eb t\u00eb qaj? Ndjeva se vajza e panjohur p\u00ebrplasi k\u00ebmb\u00ebt n\u00eb kabin\u00eb dhe qau v\u00ebrtet. – Alo! – Urdh\u00ebro! – u p\u00ebrgjigj si e trembur dhe duke psher\u00ebtir\u00eb. Mua m\u00eb erdhi keq, ndaj ia ktheva but\u00eb: – Pse qan, moj xhane, pse qan? – Hajt, hajt, po do ta shikosh ti, do ta shikosh! – ma priti dhe u ngash\u00ebrye. E, pra, me siguri ishim ngat\u00ebrruar. – Nga m\u00eb flet ti? – e pyeta. – Nga do ti t\u00eb t\u00eb flas, h\u00eb? Nga do? – Moj Asamble, po nxehesh kot, m\u00eb duket. – Nexhip, shpirti im! – s\u2019u kursye t\u00eb m\u00eb thoshte ajo. – P\u00ebrse m\u00eb mundon! Mos je zem\u00ebruar? – Po ashtu thuaj, de, q\u00eb do Nexhipin! – Nexhipin, vet\u00ebm Nexhipin, sa t\u00eb jet\u00eb jeta! E, a ta b\u00ebra qejfin tani? Thuam\u00eb, a m\u00eb do sa t\u00eb dua? – Po un\u00eb s\u2019jam Nexhipi, moj e bekuar! – Ua! Po kush je ti, ore!? – Azizi! Ajo klithi me eg\u00ebrsi: – S\u2019njoh ndonj\u00eb Aziz un\u00eb! S\u2019kam pun\u00eb me ty! Hajt, ik q\u00eb andej! Zhduku! Dola nga kabina. Balli m\u00eb ishte mbuluar nga djers\u00eb t\u00eb ftohta. Faqet m\u00eb qen\u00eb skuqur prush. M\u2019u duk se ato t\u00eb shara i kishin d\u00ebgjuar t\u00eb gjith\u00eb sa qen\u00eb n\u00eb sall\u00eb. Megjithat\u00eb, mora frym\u00eb thell\u00eb, si p\u00ebr t\u2019u \u00e7liruar nga t\u00ebr\u00eb ai mundim, dhe shkova e i thash\u00eb sportelistes s\u00eb PPT- s\u00eb: – \u00c7\u2019\u00ebsht\u00eb kjo k\u00ebshtu! S\u2019po marr vesh se \u00e7\u2019ndodh! Pa pyeteni nj\u00ebher\u00eb centralisten, me k\u00eb m\u00eb lidhi? – Me at\u00eb q\u00eb fole! – Po s\u2019fola gj\u00eb hi\u00e7. Nuk ishte personi q\u00eb kam k\u00ebrkuar. Duke par\u00eb drejt n\u00eb sy disa t\u00eb tjer\u00eb, q\u00eb ishin afruar pran\u00eb, tha me t\u00eb rrept\u00eb: – Ndenji n\u00eb kabin\u00eb nj\u00eb or\u00eb biri i bot\u00ebs dhe thot\u00eb s\u2019fola! Interesant! \u00c7far\u00eb njer\u00ebzish ka n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb dynja! – Dhe, si u kthye nga un\u00eb, vazhdoi: – Mos d\u00ebshiron t\u00eb flas\u00ebsh edhe me ndonj\u00eb direkt, or xhan? – Ju lutem, t\u00eb sqarohemi m\u00eb par\u00eb! – \u00c7do gj\u00eb e sqaruar \u00ebsht\u00eb. N\u00eb do t\u00eb flas\u00ebsh me ndonj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr, si\u00e7 t\u00eb pyeta, thuaj e mos na mbaj me muhabet, se s\u2019ta kemi ngen\u00eb! Nuk e shikon se \u00e7\u2019kallaball\u00ebk \u00ebsht\u00eb!? \u201cM\u00eb zuri tani!\u201d – m\u00ebrm\u00ebrita dhe prenotova edhe nj\u00eb bised\u00eb t\u00eb \u00e7astit. Pra, m\u2019u desh t\u00eb paguaja p\u00ebrs\u00ebri. S\u2019kisha rrug\u00ebdalje. Zura vend n\u00eb prag t\u00eb der\u00ebs. Ndeza nj\u00eb cigare dhe fillova ta pija me nervoziz\u00ebm.<\/p>\n

– Me Asamblen\u00eb n\u00eb Lushnje, kabina 4! – u d\u00ebgjua nga altoparlanti. Kaloi para meje me shpejt\u00ebsi nj\u00eb djalosh ka\u00e7urrel e simpatik, q\u00eb, si\u00e7 dukej, nuk i kishte m\u00eb shum\u00eb se 20 vje\u00e7. Iu turra pas dhe e ndala, sa pa hyr\u00eb n\u00eb kabin\u00eb. – M\u00eb falni, – i thash\u00eb, – por ndoshta po m\u00eb th\u00ebrresin mua! – Me Asamblen\u00eb!!!? – Dua t\u00eb them\u2026 – S\u2019kini \u00e7\u2019thoni! – vazhdoi me nj\u00eb ton t\u00eb atill\u00eb, sikur t\u00eb m\u00eb kishte z\u00ebn\u00eb me presh n\u00eb dor\u00eb dhe shtr\u00ebngoi fort dorez\u00ebn e der\u00ebs s\u00eb kabin\u00ebs. – \u00cbsht\u00eb e qart\u00eb q\u00eb\u2026 – More ti, djal\u00eb! – ia preva fjal\u00ebn. – M\u00eb marrkeni p\u00ebr f\u00ebmij\u00eb, h\u00eb! Dhe u toroliskeni me mua, si ti e ajo! Po prit, prit pak aty, se ta rregulloj un\u00eb! – ma ktheu ashp\u00ebr, pa respekt, dhe hyri me t\u00eb shpejt\u00eb n\u00eb kabin\u00eb. \u201c\u00c7\u2019m\u2019u desh q\u00eb i fola! – u h\u00ebngra me vete. – Ja, hajde dhe merru me t\u00eb tani! T\u00eb rri k\u00ebtu, \u00ebsht\u00eb rrezik t\u00eb dal\u00eb e t\u00eb rrihet me mua. Po, po. U pa puna. I k\u00ebrcyen atij\u2026\u201d Nisa t\u00eb largohesha me \u00e7ap t\u00eb ngadalt\u00eb. Asgj\u00eb pse m\u00eb merrte p\u00ebr ndonj\u00eb q\u00eb i ven\u00eb shtat\u00eb. Kryesore ishte t\u00eb mos b\u00ebhej skandal. Forc\u00ebn nuk do t\u00eb tregoja un\u00eb mu n\u00eb mes t\u00eb PTT – s\u00eb, se nuk isha kalama si ai. Pun\u00eb e madhe pse s\u2019po bisedoja dot me n\u00ebn\u00ebn asaj dite! Kishte dit\u00eb t\u00eb tjera boll\u2026 Kur s\u2019pata b\u00ebr\u00eb dot tri hapa, ndjeva simpatikun t\u00eb m\u00eb th\u00ebrriste: – Ej, shoko, shoko! U ktheva nga ai me mendjen top, q\u00eb po t\u00eb m\u00eb q\u00ebllonte, do t\u2019ia ndreqja samarin, se fundi i fundit, \u00e7\u2019e keqe e kishte gjetur prej meje! – Si e keni emrin ju? – m\u00eb pyeti. – Emrin!? – E, pra, emrin. – Po \u00e7\u2019ju duhet emri im!? – Jo, po desha t\u00eb di mos jeni Azizi. – Po, Azizi jam, dora vet\u00eb. Pse!? – Shkoni shpejt n\u00eb kabin\u00eb, se nj\u00eb grua po m\u00eb fliste \u201cAziz, Aziz!\u201d. Sabrije e quanin. – \u00cbsht\u00eb n\u00ebna ime, or burr\u00eb i dheut! – iu p\u00ebrgjigja dhe vrapova. – Alo! – Urdh\u00ebro, n\u00ebn\u00eb! – Si je, or bir? – Mir\u00eb, po ju andej, si jeni? – \u00c7\u2019t\u00eb jemi! Na b\u00ebre me fjal\u00eb me nj\u00eb cuc\u00eb k\u00ebtu.\u00a0 – \u00c7far\u00eb cuce, thua!? – Eu! \u00c7\u2019m\u00eb pyet! Se mos e njihja un\u00eb. E pash\u00eb vet\u00ebm kur p\u00ebrplasi telefonin dhe kur doli nga kabina me lot n\u00eb sy. Iu afrova, e shkreta, t\u2019i qaja hallin, por e p\u00ebsova si breshka te nallbani. – Alo! – Urdh\u00ebro! – Pastaj?\u00a0 – Na i pask\u00ebsh dal\u00eb n\u00eb telefon nj\u00eb bagabond e po tallej me t\u00eb. E pyeta, m\u2019u thaft\u00eb gjuha, se \u00e7\u2019qe ai maskara!? Nj\u00eb Aziz, Aziz, – m\u00eb tha dhe prap\u00eb qau. – Alo! – I tregova p\u00ebr ty. I thash\u00eb t\u00eb mos s\u00ebk\u00eblldisej, se s\u2019kam asi djali un\u00eb, po \u00e7o\u00e7 do t\u00eb ket\u00eb ndodhur! N\u00eb mes t\u00eb bised\u00ebs nd\u00ebrhyri centralistja e krahut tim: – Ti q\u00eb flet me Lushnjen, minutat mbaruan!<\/p>\n

– Po kur kaq shpejt, moj shoqe!? – Doni ta shtyni bised\u00ebn edhe tri minuta? – Dua. \u2026 Kur mbarova, pash\u00eb se Nexhipi po hahej me sportelisten. E t\u00ebrhoqa lehtas nga krahu. – More ti, v\u00eblla, – i fola, – nuk di n\u00eb m\u00eb more vesh! Un\u00eb at\u00eb \u00e7ast sikur e ndjeva se do t\u00eb ishte n\u00ebna ime, prandaj t\u00eb dola para. – Po, mor, byrazer, po; ajo u kuptua. Ve\u00e7, m\u00eb fal, se u nxitova ca! – Ju lutem, ju mua! Ai m\u00eb buz\u00ebqeshi. T\u00eb dy iu afruam p\u00ebrs\u00ebri sportelistes. I thash\u00eb asaj: – Sa m\u00eb duhet t\u00eb paguaj akoma? – Me k\u00eb fole ti? – Me Lushnjen. Ajo mori n\u00eb dor\u00eb lapsin dhe vuri bllokun p\u00ebrpara. Sepse p\u00ebrplasi buz\u00ebt, kaloi posht\u00eb p\u00ebshtym\u00ebn dhe m\u00eb pyeti: – Emrin e plot\u00eb mund\u00ebsisht, q\u00eb ta sh\u00ebnojm\u00eb n\u00eb d\u00ebftes\u00eb, Nexhip kush? Qesha paksa, si\u00e7 qesh im bir kur i f\u00ebrkoj kok\u00ebn dhe iu p\u00ebrgjigja me nj\u00ebr\u00ebn dor\u00eb n\u00eb bel: – Jo, Nexhip, Aziz! Nexhipi \u00ebsht\u00eb ky! – Dhe i tregova ka\u00e7urrelin q\u00eb ishte b\u00ebr\u00eb tym. – Mos m\u00eb ngat\u00ebrroni, ju lutem! Nga centrali kan\u00eb lajm\u00ebruar q\u00eb Nexhipi duhet t\u00eb paguaj\u00eb, se ka folur gjasht\u00eb minuta, e jo Azizi. M\u00eb tep\u00ebr s\u2019di un\u00eb. Zgjidheni me nj\u00ebri – tjetrin vet\u00eb!\u00a0 Un\u00eb u gicilova. Nexhipi shqeu syt\u00eb. – Kam folur gjasht\u00eb minuta!!? \u00c7\u2019thua, moj shoqe! Un\u00eb s\u2019kam folur fare! – K\u00ebtu ka nj\u00eb keqkuptim! – nd\u00ebrhyra, pasi u b\u00ebra serioz. – M\u00eb takon mua t\u00eb paguaj! Sa b\u00ebn biseda? – Si k\u00ebshtu! – u habit sportelistja, duke m\u00eb marr\u00eb t\u00eb hollat. Simpatiku ka\u00e7urrel u b\u00eb vrer. – Merrni nj\u00eb her\u00eb centralin, po desh\u00ebt! I thoni se Nexhipi me Lushnj\u00ebn pret t\u00eb flas\u00eb! Shoqja e sportelit nuk e zgjati. Ngriti receptorin dhe, pasi b\u00ebri \u00e7\u2019i k\u00ebrkuan, e uli p\u00ebrs\u00ebri. Por, ama, edhe n\u00eb central u treguan tep\u00ebr korrekt. Pa vones\u00eb njoftuan n\u00eb altoparlant: – Nexhipi me Lushnjen t\u00eb mos pres\u00eb! Personi nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb paraqitur!<\/p>\n

Tiran\u00eb, 1987<\/p>\n

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P\u00ebrgati p\u00ebr botim Agim Xh. D\u00ebshnica<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Nga Agim Xh. D\u00ebshnica N\u00cb P\u00cbRKUJTIM I T\u00cb SHKRIMTARIT Ramadan M. Pasma\u00e7iu, lindi m\u00eb 26 shkurt 1938 n\u00eb Berat, u nda nga jeta m\u00eb 1 n\u00ebntor 2021, n\u00eb Tiran\u00eb. Si shkrimtar ai,\u00a0 u njoh nd\u00ebr krijuesit\u00a0 me mbi 70 vepra. N\u00eb vitin 1978, u vler\u00ebsua me \u00e7mimin\u00a0 “Migjeni” p\u00ebr romanin “Udh\u00ebve t\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00ebris\u00eb”. Ka botuar\u00a0 …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":62498,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[42],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-62497","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","","category-kulture"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/rdnews.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/62497","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/rdnews.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/rdnews.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/rdnews.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/rdnews.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=62497"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/rdnews.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/62497\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/rdnews.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/62498"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/rdnews.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=62497"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/rdnews.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=62497"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/rdnews.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=62497"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}