Kholmurodova Flyura
By: Kholmurodova Flyura
Faculty of Foreign philology
The National University of Uzbekistan named after Mirzo Ulugbek
Life! It is the greatest blessing given to us. Yet, there is one being who adorns life, gives it meaning, depth, and soul. That exalted being is undoubtedly a mother. A mother’s love is boundless—so powerful that even stones would melt in its warmth. Her smile is so sincere, it illuminates the universe with its light, and her sighs are so mighty, they can shake the heavens and the earth. It feels as if this world itself was created from a mother’s love. Everything in life may come to an end, but a mother’s affection knows no limits. Whether her child is five or fifty, they are still a child in her eyes. Even if we cannot remember our own infancy, we often witness crying babies and mothers staying up all night caring for them tirelessly. They never complain; instead, their love for their child grows even stronger. Through lullabies, mothers pour love and warmth into their children’s hearts, praying for them to grow up and serve their homeland. When a child reaches two or three and begins to speak in their mother tongue, to walk independently—they understand everything through their mother. It is through her that they discover the world.
You might not remember the very first “A” or top grade you received in first grade, but your mother does. She never forgets those moments, for they are her child’s first achievements. A certificate of praise or a letter of merit from school can bring tears of joy to her eyes, and victories in competitions or olympiads bring even greater pride. Can we ever recall our mothers saying they wished for something delicious to eat or desired to wear fancy “Turitskiy” clothes? Certainly not. Because a mother never thinks of herself—she always puts her child first. Yet the ungrateful child wonders, “Why do I feel like I have nothing to wear even after buying new clothes every season, but I can’t remember the last time my mother had something new?” Or “Why do I want to go out with friends to teahouses, mountains, or parties, while my mother never once eats outside?” Caught up in the fleeting pleasures of life, we fail to check in on our mothers. And when they call us, we say, “I’ve been so busy. I’m not just wasting time, you know.” Do mothers get upset? No—never. Instead, they blame themselves and continue to pray for their children, endlessly and unconditionally.
Looking back through history, we find that behind every great person stood a devoted and self-sacrificing mother. It was their mothers who raised Amir Temur to become the ruler of seven climes and inspired him to embrace justice as his guiding principle. It was a mother who nurtured Alisher into becoming the great Navoi, “the Sultan of the Kingdom of Ghazals”. It was a mother who turned Thomas Edison from a “dim-witted, strange boy,” as some called him, into a brilliant inventor who changed the world. According to narrations, Imam al-Bukhari—the leader of hadith scholars—once lost his eyesight due to an incident. His mother, overwhelmed with sorrow, prayed all night long for her son’s healing, earnestly pleading to the Allah. One night, Prophet Musa (peace be upon him) appeared to her in a dream and said, “O grief-stricken and faithful mother, your heartfelt prayers have been accepted, and Allah has restored your son’s vision.” The next morning, Imam al-Bukhari could truly see again. Had it not been for his mother’s unwavering faith and prayers, perhaps he would never have spread the knowledge of Hadith across the world. Likewise, had it not been for the wise counsel and decisive support of Qutlugh Nigor Khanum, Mirzo Babur—forced to flee his homeland of Samarkand—might never have laid the foundations of the great Mughal dynasty. And when Queen Tomyrisheard that her son, Spitamenes, had been killed by the enemy, her wrath drove her to defeat the mighty army of Cyrus II in a legendary act of vengeance. This, too, is undeniable proof that a mother will stop at nothing for the sake of her child.
Even today, the earliest inspiration in a poet’s creative journey often begins with heartfelt verses dedicated to mothers. The “Hero of Uzbekistan,” Abdulla Oripov, wrote:
They say even the fiercest warriors,
When facing death on the battlefield,
After enduring endless pain to their final breath,
Whispered just one word: Mother.
With these lines, he emphasizes that the name “mother” remains etched in our hearts—be it in the midst of war or storm.
Another masterful poet, Omon Matjon, declares:
I carried the name of Mother
To the very edge of the earth,
And now beside the word Mother
I boldly write: The World.
With this, he conveys that every speck of the earth, all of existence, is reflected in our mothers—and that the word “Mother” is vast enough to be equated with the entire world.
Yet, a question often crosses my mind: if our mother would sacrifice her very life for us, what are we doing in return? Are we striving to be worthy children—seeking her blessing, trying to earn her satisfaction? We pour out our troubles and sorrows to her, yet rarely ask what stirs within her heart.
Mother… Dearest Mother!
You are my everything. Even the most beautiful phrases spoken in 7,000 languages could never equal the simple warmth of your word: “My child.” No luxurious palace can replace the comfort of your embrace, no worldly joy can rival the light of your smile. Sometimes, perhaps out of shyness or fear, I’ve been unable to say, “I love you, Mom.” But every gray strand of your hair—I know, I am the reason. Every wrinkle on your face tells the story of your tireless sacrifices for me.
To conclude: among all the jewels in the world, a mother is the rarest gem of all. Let us cherish and protect our precious mothers. Let us honor them before it is too late. No one can ever take their place. As our beloved poet Muhammad Yusuf once said:
Seventy stars may fall,
Yet not form a single crescent moon.
Seven new brides may gather—
Still, they could never become one mother.
Flyura Kholmurodova Ulugbek qizi
01.01.2006. She was born in the village of Kukbulak, Kamashi district, Kashkadarya region.
1st year student of the Faculty of Foreign Philology of the National University named after Mirzo Ulugbek
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