Jo'rayeva Marjona Baxtiyorovna
In a small village, on one of the narrow streets, there stood a modest house. A family lived there—not wealthy, but not poor either, just an average family. The mother always said, “When my children grow up, I will ensure they all receive a higher education. They will all be educated and cultured.” However, the father opposed this idea: “It’s better if they work and earn money. There’s no use in studying,” he would say.
Life went on like this, with months and years passing by. The eldest child graduated from school with excellent grades and a gold medal. One day, as the family gathered around the dinner table, the eldest son spoke up:
“I’ve finished school. Now, which university should I apply to?”
The father responded:
“What university? Finishing school is enough. Now, think about earning some money.”
The mother, frowning, replied:
“Why do you say that? After studying so hard and achieving such good grades, should he now do manual labor? How will he find a good job without a proper education?”
“We also studied, but did it help us get good jobs?” the father retorted.
“Father, I want to study. I dream of becoming a great doctor. I will study in the city and work at night to support myself,” said the son thoughtfully.
The mother smiled and reassured him:
“You just study, my child. There’s no need for you to work. Finish your studies, and then you can work in your field.”
As everyone continued eating, the youngest son, curious, asked:
“Mother, what is higher education? Should my brothers and I all go there too?” Laughter filled the room. The father chuckled and sarcastically replied:
“Yes, you’ll all study, while I’m the only one who works.”
The next morning, the mother called her eldest son aside and gently said:
“Don’t mind what your father said yesterday. He’s just frustrated because he’s the only one supporting the family. Go ahead and submit your application. If you get accepted, your father will be happy too.”
Her words uplifted the son’s spirits. He hugged his mother and promised:
“I will definitely get in, Mother. I will fulfill your dreams,” and ran off with joy.
Time passed, and the eldest son was admitted to university. The whole family and their relatives celebrated. The younger brothers looked up to him and set their own goals to achieve similar success.
One by one, the brothers also entered universities. They studied and worked, ensuring they didn’t burden the family financially. Their father, who had once opposed their education, now felt immense pride.
However, the youngest son was different. He couldn’t get into university despite multiple attempts. One morning, he woke up early and noticed a light on in his mother’s room. Thinking she had forgotten to turn it off, he walked over and overheard her praying on her prayer mat, tears in her eyes:
“Oh Lord, I am endlessly grateful to You for fulfilling my wishes. My family is safe, my home is blessed, my husband and children are healthy. Please bless my husband’s work and open doors for my children. Help my youngest son too, increase his knowledge, and grant him success. Let him find his path just like his brothers.”
Hearing his mother’s heartfelt prayer, the youngest son stood still, overwhelmed with emotion:
“Is my mother really shedding tears for my success? Why haven’t I succeeded yet? It must be because I haven’t studied hard enough,” he thought, reflecting on his laziness. He returned to his room determined to change.
When he woke up later, his mother stood beside him, gently urging:
“Wake up, son. It’s time to study.”
He hugged her tightly and promised to work hard and get into university that year. From that day forward, the youngest son transformed. He became more focused, understanding concepts quickly, and striving to fulfill his mother’s prayers.
Eventually, he too was admitted to university. No one was happier than his mother. He studied diligently, worked in his field, and contributed to society just like his brothers. Together, the siblings saved money and gifted their parents a trip to Mecca for their mother’s birthday.
God granted this family even more than they had dreamed of. The mother had fulfilled her duty to her children, but the children knew they could never fully repay their debt to her. No matter how much we do for our mothers, we can never repay the sleepless nights and care they gave us. A mother’s love and prayers are priceless, a blessing from God.
Let us cherish our mothers, for their prayers hold immense power to change our lives.
Jo’rayeva Marjona Baxtiyorovna was born on October 18, 2003, in the Termiz district of Surxondaryo region, Uzbekistan. She is a third-year student in the Uzbek language and literature department at the Faculty of Foreign Languages at Termiz State Pedagogical Institute, and the coordinator of the “Mushoira” club.
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