Masharipova Yorqinoy
By: Masharipova Yorqinoy
Don’t let a single worry make you forget your dreams of happiness..
“The new house made us very happy. The new appliances, dishes, and the structure of the house were like wonders from another world for us young children. Everything started as we had hoped. Our lives were spent happily together with my siblings and my parents, until a year later, something bad happened to us (actually, the event that raised me), ” Gulchehra wiped away her tears. Her roommates, who had been listening to her for long hours, stared at her with pity. Gulchehra, on the other hand, was leafing through a notebook of past memories that were sad for her. She continued.
“At that time, I was in the 5th grade. When I was playing with my peers without thinking about anything, life began to test me by making my mother sick. This situation was really difficult not only for me, but also for my sisters and brother. Especially for my father. It was harder for them than anyone else. After all, how could it be easy? How could it be easy for my father, who had lived together for 15 years, had gone through the ups and downs of life together, was content with what he had and was grateful for what he had, when his wife became ill?!
My mother was diagnosed with chronic kidney disease (CKD). After this, our life changed radically. This is what fate says: what you wish for, but what happens.
Since I was the eldest of the girls, all the housework fell on my shoulders. No matter how hard I tried to cope, it was difficult. Because I was a child. When my mother was sick I was a fragile baby who could not bear it… The thought that my life would end in such painful days would not leave me for a moment. Years, seasons, months continued on their way in this way. And we had time to adapt to the shortcomings at home and my mother’s illness.”
A sad silence fell on the room through this story, watered with tears. Although the clock was ticking towards midnight, the sound of cars in the city tried to break this silence. Gulchehra also took her listeners to her past.
“My mother was often hospitalized. I would go to her with a thousand pains to see her. Because there was a fear inside me. I was afraid of crying and bleeding her already aching heart when I saw my mother in such a state.
Those moments taught me to be grateful for having my father in my life. They worked hard to get my mother treated. It was not easy for them to earn money to cover our expenses by farming, to buy daily medicine for my mother, and to pay my brother for his repitiori. My father was the only person in our lives who wanted us all to become educated and knowledgeable people.
One day we talked to them about this. When they said that they had high hopes for me, that they would teach me in good places, that they would raise me like no one else, I had a certain distrust of these things. For a girl who thought that she needed a lot of money to treat her mother, who was saddened by her father’s sad situation, seeing the threshold of the university was beyond my dreams, in places that were out of reach. ”
Gulchehra, who was blessed with the happiness of becoming a student on a state grant through her father’s prayers, support, and hard work, was saying these words with tears in her eyes. She did not know at the time that her father had said those words not just to comfort her when she was in trouble, but from the bottom of her heart.
Many springs passed like winter. Gulchehra grew up. The beautiful days that had been a dream for their family were now waiting for them. By the grace of God, her mother had completely recovered after an operation abroad. This was the pinnacle, the highest form of happiness for them. Less than a year after this incident, Gulchehra became the true owner of the student happiness that had seemed so distant to her. Seeing tears of joy in her father’s eyes because she had entered school was a special feeling of pride for her.
“My achievements were due to my father’s tireless work and my mother’s prayers that kept her awake at night. Perhaps without them, I would not be where I am today. My father fathered us in such a way that I never envied other people’s fathers, and I did not allow the dream of my father being like their father to enter any corner of my mind. The shoulder that served as a ladder when we ascended to heaven was my father’s,” she concluded her story at midnight.
Now, sleep could not reign in the room until morning. Each listener was drawing their own conclusions from the story behind this beautiful life.
Early in the morning, Gulchehra’s mother called. Her father, who was sitting far away on the phone, told her: “Daughter, dress thicker, the air has cooled down.” Tears began to flow from his eyes involuntarily, and he said in a choked voice, “Father, I love you very much, thank you for being here…”
Similar Posts by The Mt Kenya Times:
- Mt Kenya Times ePAPER August 20, 2026
- Wheelbarrows all round: Mt Kenya’s opposition war within a war
- Maraga’s ultimatum to Ruto: release the police report — or I will
- NCIC summons Gachagua to answer for his words — or face arrest
- Meru nurses hold firm as nationwide strike enters 22nd day
About the Author
