Nje tregim mjaft domethenes dhe prekes.

Ky blog qe po vazhdon gjate tregon se sa shume shqiptaro-kanadeze jetojne ne Toronto e rrethinat. A nuk do ishte me mire qe te gjithe neve te kontribuojme ne nje ceshtje me te rendesishme sic eshte ajo e: Familjeve te permbytura ne zonen e mbi Shkodres?

Shoqata shqiptaro-kanadeze po zhvillon nje fushate per te mbledhur nje fond ndihme qe do te dergohet nepermjet Kryqit Te Kuq Kanadez ne Shqiperi.

Per me teper lexoni: http://www.albcan.org

Respekte.

I showed it to a kid and this is what the kid said:

I think this story is not intelligent. Did this mother and son ever communicate with each other? Where was the father? Were they divorced? What was the mother trying to prove? What was her goal? Surprising her son by waiting till the end of life to finally tell him the eye truth? Why? What for? I thought people hide bad things, because they are either too ashamed to admit what they have done wrong, or they intend to keep it a secret, so that they keep doing it. What’s the purpose of hiding information about a good thing? Do people have to hide good things? Wasn’t the boy ever curious that there was something strange about his eyes – the color did not exactly match or the shape was not the same, or they felt and looked funny? And then, did the mother simply have a hole where one of her eyes should have been? That must have been a scary look… Didn’t she get a fake eye, or at least some dark glasses? Weird story… Who authored it anyway? Where did you get it?

I didn’t tell him that the mother was supposed to be “Mother Albania”, who gave me “the eye so I could see a whole new world” and that I was so ungrateful till the day she died (God forbid)!

Instead of my own words I got a story, from somewhere else…

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My mom only had one eye. I hated her… She was such an embarrassment.
She cooked for students & teachers to support the family. There was this one day during elementary school where my mom came to Say hello to me. I was so embarrassed. How could she do this to me?
I ignored her, threw her a hateful look and ran out. The next day at school one of my classmates said, ‘EEEE, your mom only has one eye!’ I wanted to bury myself. I also wanted my mom to just disappear.
I confronted her that day and said, ‘ If you’re only goanna make me a Laughing stock, why don’t you just die?’ My mom did not respond…
I didn’t even stop to think for a second about what I had said, because I was full of anger.
I was oblivious to her feelings. I wanted out of that house, and have nothing to do with her.
So I studied real hard, got a chance to go abroad to study. Then, I got married. I bought a house of my own. I had kids of my own. I was happy with my life, my kids and the comforts, Then one day, my
Mother came to visit me. She hadn’t seen me in years and she didn’t even meet her grandchildren.
When she stood by the door, my children laughed at her, and I yelled at
her for coming over uninvited. I screamed at her, ‘How dare you come to my house and scare my
Children! GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!
And to this, my mother quietly answered, ‘Oh, I’m so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address,’
And she disappeared out of sight.
One day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house. So I lied to my wife that I was going on a business trip. After the reunion, I went to the old shack just out of curiosity. My neighbors said that she died. I did not shed a single tear. They handed me a letter that she had wanted me to have.

‘My Dearest Son,
I think of you all the time. I’m sorry that I came to your house and scared your children.
I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion. But I may not be able to even get out of bed to see you. I’m sorry that I was a constant embarrassment to you when you were growing up.
You see……..when you were very little, you got into an accident, and lost your eye. As a mother, I couldn’t stand watching you having to grow up with one eye. So I gave you mine.
I was so proud of my son who was seeing a whole new world for me, in my place, with that eye.

With all my love to you,
Your mother

“Edhe qe e shan [Shqiperine], deri ne nje fare shkalle, nuk shikoj asgje te keqe. Por nuk mund ta mohosh sepse mohon veten mamin, babin dhe gjithe librin e shtepise.”

Prej cka gjendet e shkruar ne kete vend komentesh, une po perpiqem te kundershtoj ato qe me duken te paverteta ose qe jane brockulla te pavertetueshme. Kjo nuk do te thote se po mohoj Shqiperine (lere pastaj mamin dhe babin qe s’hyjne hic gjekundi ketu). Ate e dua sic eshte, me gjithe vuajtjet qe ka hequr e po heq, por s’kam aspak nevoje te rrah gjoksin e te mbuloj diellin me shoshe, a te them gjera te paqena, e aq me pak kur keto s’kane asfare lidhje me temen.

Shkruan me tej Otaqsh-i (mbrapsht Shqato):

“Kam vene re se te gjitha replikat na permend anglishten tende te perkryer. Bravo te qofte qe nje anglishtshkrues i perkryer, good job.”

Nuk e ke vene re aspak, sepse nuk e kam permendur ndonjehere nje gje te tille (edhe sepse thjesht nuk ekzistojne gjera te perkryera). Mjaft me kete avaz. Edhe jo s’me ka dale fare shpirti duke mesuar anglishten, as me ka detyruar kush. Ne fakt me kenaqesi jam perpjekur e perpiqem ende ta mesoj sa mundem se bashku e krahas me shqipen.

Shkruan prap po Shqato mbrapsht:

“Kam vene re se ti ke problem me shqiptaret qe marrin nga 10 Can per ore (packa se kinezet ne downtown toronto punojne edhe per 5 Can ora), ose ata qe jetojne ne ndertesa shumekateshe. ”

Po ku e ke vene re more zotni i dashur? Une s’e kam fare problem qe disa shqiptare marrin 10 dollare ne ore. Vetem vura ne dukje nje fakt te tille dhe arsyetova se kush merr 10 dollare ne ore s’duhet ta kete te lehte to leshoje 8 ore pune (pa llogaritur taksat) veresie vetem e vetem sepse na i qenkerkash fyer sedra patriotike. Ne fakt jo 10 dollare ne ore, por edhe ai qe merr cilindo shumefish te 10 dollareshit, s’duhet ta beje as ta thote nje gje te tille sa arrogante aq edhe fallco. (Njerezit ne memedhe po ia kepusin njeri-tjetrit me plumb ballit per nje cope gardh…, por kur vjen puna per patriotizem e per t’u dukur para te tjereve, jo 80 dollare s’jane hic gje… Cfare, mos do te me thuash tani se s’e dua Shqiperine ngaqe po permend nje fakt qe te gjithe e shohim rendom ne shtyp?) Po ne vend qe t’i shesesh mend Morrison-it, coji ne Shqiperi ato $80, falja shkollave, shtepive te jetimeve, grave te keqtrajtuara, pensionisteve, spitaleve, familjeve fatkeqe te Gerdecit.

As me te dhena personale nuk merrem. Une po merrem me gjera qe jane vendosur ne Internet per gjithe syte e botes per t’i pare publikisht, prej njerezish te rritur e te pergjegjshem. Une nuk po them ndonje sekret, qe te tjeret nuk e dine ose qe pengohen ta dine.

Me qellim ose jo, erdhe ne qender te vemendjes duke luftuar me shqiptaret si Don Kishoti me mullinjte e eres. Qe nuk e do Shqiperine e nuk je patriot nuk ka asgje te keqe per mendimin tim. Edhe fjala patriotizem prandaj ka dale , qe te dalloje njerezit qe e duan vendin e tyre nga ata qe nuk e duan, dhe po e perseris edhe nje here, eshte krejt normale. Fillon te qelbet pak kur ti e vecon veten nga shqiptaret. Besoj qe edhe mamin adhe babin e ke shqiptar, keshtu qe nuk shpeton dot nga kjo e keqe ose e mire. Te gjithe shqiptaret ketu (ne canada e kam llafin) e dine kush ka qene e kush eshte Shqiperia. Disa prej tyre edhe parashikojne te ardhmen se si do te jete. Por rralle ndodh qe flasin me neveri sic flet ti. Qenja jote shqiptar eshte nje gje subjektive, keshtu qe ti nuk ke pse ke frike ose neveri. Nuk eshte faji yt. Edhe qe e shan, deri ne nje fare shkalle, nuk shikoj asgje te keqe. Por nuk mund ta mohosh sepse mohon veten mamin, babin dhe gjithe librin e shtepise.
Kam vene re se te gjitha replikat na permend anglishten tende te perkryer. Bravo te qofte qe nje anglishtshkrues i perkryer, good job. .Por kete mos na e trego ne shqiptareve. Kete tregojua canadezeve. Sa provime te kane kerkuar te japesh per te mbrojtur anglishten, qe duket se e di edhe me mire se canadezet? Sa kokecarje te kane dhene? Dhe per gjithe keto ti kujton se ta kane fajin shqiptaret. Shiptaret nuk kane asgje te bejne me problemet qe ke pasur ti ne Canada, nuk eshte faji i tyre. Por duket se anglishtja jote eshte si 80-dollareshi i Jim Morrison ne Tirane, qe humbi 80 dollare e botoi nje pacavure per te relaksuar veten e per te te vene ty ne pune.
Kam vene re se ti ke problem me shqiptaret qe marrin nga 10 Can per ore (packa se kinezet ne downtown toronto punojne edhe per 5 Can ora), ose ata qe jetojne ne ndertesa shumekateshe. Une nuk shoh gje te keqe. Dikush jeton ne ndertesa shumekateshe ne Etobicoke, dikush tjeter ne ndertesa shumekateshe ne Scarborough. problemi qelbet kur kalon ne te dhena personale te njerezve duke shfrytezuar ndonje moment sinqeriteti ose etike profesionale. Kjo eshte shume e keqe. Duhet te kesh qene ne momente te ngarkuara familjare dhe prap kalove ne origjine-per inat te sime vjerre fle me mullixhiun.
Cheers proffesor Shqato.
Hera e pare dhe e fundit qe shkruaj. Te me falin lexuesit qe disa here kam folur ne shumes.

Where on earth did you learn such balderdash (nonsense)? Your dreams are fantastic…

But, even if they were not, what does “Albania – once the center of universe” have anything to do with traveler experiences today with buses, drivers, policemen, currency exchange agents, scarecrows and teddy bears and so on and so forth?