Sanobar MEHMON
The world is fleeting, people are perishable.
There is no need to feel sorry for the past life, for the lost luck.
The most important thing is to keep moving towards the goal without getting lost.
The great German thinker Goethe said, “To be human is to be a fighter.”
Indeed, the world is a battlefield, and human beings are warriors.
In order to achieve happiness, you have to fight with misfortune, and in order to achieve success, you have to fight with bad luck.
As I set out on the path to the bright future, I encountered so many difficulties, obstacles, lost myself, got lost on the roads and hearts, lost my life, hurt my heart…
However, the more I read Maulana Rumi, the more I discovered it through Sanobar Mehmon, a person whose name literally deserves to be written in capital letters as “TEACHER”.
After all, if you don’t get lost in the darkness, you don’t deserve the light.
I was young, with a baby heart
As a teacher, I found a way to the hearts of those whom I tied my heart to with loyalty and love…
I created an ideal, as in my imagination, I gave them my love and devotion.
Unfortunately, not everyone is what we think.
There are those who teach only for their own benefit…
A teacher should be someone who supports the student, leads him on the right path, and shows kindness like a parent.
In good times and in bad times, a parent should always be a friend to his child, just like a teacher should be.
But I have also seen such teachers, who serve only their own benefit, and the future of the student is not worth a penny for them…
You are afraid to call him a teacher.
You can’t call a person a teacher, who was able to do good things when he had the opportunity, and did not look up to you…
I’ve been wrong a lot, but even being wrong leads to guidance.
In the words of the poet Fakhriyor: “The guidance of mistakes” has passed through my youth, and these mistakes may have been a lesson for me to understand myself, to recognize black and white, and to reach guidance.
As a blessing of God to me, this path of guidance was due to the answered prayers and grateful support of my dear sister Sanobar Mehman, whose ancestors were true Sufis who knew God, and who is also a descendant worthy of their ancestors.
I am grateful to God, since I became a teacher-student with my sister Sanobar, my ways became clearer. What can be said about a person who is unable to cope and is full of pain, even in the time of Covid 19, who does not think about his health, but thinks about the fate of a student, a human being?…
You can’t even find words to describe it.
Who can call a noble person like Sanobar Mehmon, who accompanied me with his baby in the 40 degree heat, looked for a job for me on the stone streets of Tashkent, and thought of my future as his own child?…
For this, I will be guilty in front of my conscience if I do not write that I am indebted to Sanobar Guest until the end of the day, who did not ask for anything from me!
That’s why I went through a lot of suffering for my sister Sanobar until she literally reached the bright threshold of that person.
Those who read his poems as a teacher and followed them as a fan of his poems, crushed my great love for the artist and creativity into small pieces for their own little tastes and demands…..
They pampered my feelings and affections by looking at them as mere quirks in the way of their trivial low needs and false claims of ambition.
Because of these unusual shocks, the pains of the lying world filled my heart, I could not get out of the vortex of depression, the times when I waved my hand at creativity and everything, surrendering to fate, when I was disappointed with everything, and when I hid myself away from everything, I asked God for guidance for me and a bright path. Sanobar Mehmon, the real person who brought me back to life by praying and praying in shrines, is my original “MASTER”.
Many made fun of my heart and abused my love and discipleship.
But I have no place in my heart for them.
My love for them also faded.
You need to keep yourself, mind, and spirit together.
As our grandfather Babur wrote;
We must forget the one who forgot us…
It’s been five years since I first saw Sanobar sister…
I will never forget that first meeting.
She still has a two-three-month-old baby in her arms, but a poet says that she is constantly depressed because of the lack of tobi and the lack of tobi:
“Let’s cheer up this sister” was the only thing he thought.
Summarizing the year 2022, I thank God immensely.
My works have been published in more than 20 countries, published in the international collections “Mujde”, “Flashmab”, “AZAHAR”, and my poetry book “Breath of the Sun” was published in Turkey. I thank God that 2022 was a very lucky and successful year for me.
I was able to achieve these results primarily due to the desire of my loving God and the support of my teacher Sanobar Mehman’s prayers.
God bless those who wish us well!
God, may the coming year 2023 be a lucky, happy, victorious year for all of us!
Author: Jakhongir NOMOZOV
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