Madaminova Mahfuza
By: Madaminova Mahfuza
As usual, our classes ended and I left the university and went to the other side of the road to return home. Gazelle also came. There are many people, the weather is hot. Despite the fact that it was spring, the breath of summer was blowing. Uncle Gazelchi did not stop on the road except when the passenger was riding a lot. On the contrary, there was no space left. About fifteen minutes have passed since we set off, suddenly there was a noise. A woman sitting on the back of a gazelle:
—Hey, stop it, brother… the young boy lost his temper. Please help…
The boy was very thin and short, he was wearing a cap with black and white stripes on his head, a blue shirt, jeans, and sneakers on his feet.
—Sister, I can’t stop, it’s impossible, I don’t have time. Give it a place and try to drink water, maybe it will come to itself.
— Yes, look your way.
The woman gave the three-year-old child in her arms to someone else and took the other child in front of her. He sprinkled water on his face, drank water, rubbed his hands, soaked his forehead with a handkerchief and did some other things. The boy finally came to his senses.
— Wow, my son, you have come to your senses. What grade do you study in? Where are you going alone?
—I… study in the 4th grade. My grandfather is waiting in the market. I have to go to him. They wanted to enroll in the preparatory group for mathematics.
—We will let you know if you have a phone. We passed by the market. He would take you.
— Yes, there is… In my pocket… look.
—Here I found it. Is this what you wrote as my grandfather?
— Yes.
The boy was barely speaking. That woman talked to the boy’s grandfather and explained the situation. On the way, his grandfather came and took him away. The woman carried the child and handed it over to her grandfather. He also reprimanded with all kinds of sarcastic words.
—He is a thin, small child. What would you do writing this to the prep team?
— Hey, my sister, this boy forced me to come here without leaving him alone. He was fine in the morning. I came to town early because I had work to do. He said that he will go after school and we will meet at the market.
We continued on this path. She got off one stop before me. He is from the neighboring village. Getting out of the Gazelle, he thoughtfully picked up his bags, handed the fare to the driver, and got off. A young bride carrying her child called out:
—Sister, you forgot your child.
— Oh, let me remember. Sorry sister. Thank u.
Boyakish took her child by the hand and left. You are afraid to see a young child in such a situation. But this woman’s sincere motherly love helped the child to be liked. Being in a dream, he forgot his child. Uzbek women do not spare their lives for someone else’s child. If he sees more than his own child, he sees, but he cannot distinguish, he does not see less. When a woman sees such a strange child, her mother’s love will overflow!
Madaminova Mahfuza a 2nd-year student of the Uzbek Philology Faculty of Urganch State University
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