Begmatova Dilnura
By: Begmatova Dilnura
Worth Noting:
- Her breathing also worsened. She hit himself on the table where the medicine was. She wanted to drink, but she didn’t drink. She overturned the table in anger. She threw away all the drugs. She turned everything upside down. She watched life through the window with the eyes of hatred.
- Life is boiling. The rain falling on the street revived him like oil on fire… she took a deep breath and calmed down a little. She caught herself.
- Makhzuna, shut up. Calm down! Don’t be upset! All this will pass. Everything will be left behind. Neither these pains are permanent, nor is this life?! Don’t be sad. Don’t squeeze! Trust in Robbin. All this is easy for your Lord… – he tried to console herself.
In the sky, thin, layered clouds like a fan of late autumn floated, the wind continued its work that it had been doing for thousands of years, and carried them to the immeasurable distance. Makhzuna was very pleased with this picture of nature. She didn’t even know what he was enjoying.
Is it because nature is becoming like itself or is it fading day by day?! She wanted to close his eyes and never open them again. “No way? This life couldn’t leave us all our needs, it can’t satisfy them,” she sighed. She took a deep breath.
When she exhaled, he wanted all his pains and worries to go away with him. She couldn’t help it… Sensing that his condition was worse than before, she went to his empty room. She did not like to enter his room, his house in general.
Her room was like a hospital. Medicines are scattered everywhere. No matter how you look at it, it’s medicine, no matter how you look at it. This hospital differed from others in that only one person was treated in it. As soon as she entered the room, she was hit by the unpleasant smell of drugs. Her head was spinning and her eyes began to rest.
Her breathing also worsened. She hit himself on the table where the medicine was. She wanted to drink, but she didn’t drink. She overturned the table in anger. She threw away all the drugs. She turned everything upside down. She watched life through the window with the eyes of hatred.
Life is boiling. The rain falling on the street revived him like oil on fire… she took a deep breath and calmed down a little. She caught herself.
– Makhzuna, shut up. Calm down! Don’t be upset! All this will pass. Everything will be left behind. Neither these pains are permanent, nor is this life?! Don’t be sad. Don’t squeeze! Trust in Robbin. All this is easy for your Lord… – he tried to console herself.
Every now and then the phone rang again. Makhzuna was eagerly waiting for this call. She was looking forward to the silence on the phone, not the conversation. In this dialogue, tongues were spoken, not tongues.
Hearts would communicate. She also knew who the person on the phone was. Answered the call. Yes, she is the same. The silence did not last long. She spoke for the first time:
– mommm.., mummy..
Makhzuna’s tears began to wet her lips. As if echoing back to this voice, they kept repeating under their ears “Mommy, momy.”
She could not believe her ears. She counted seconds, not hours, to hear this voice. Although she did not know when she would hear, she waited, waited eagerly. Wanting to hear this voice again, he approached the receiver:
– Mommy…
There is no more harmony. She leaves this world without dreams. She did not hang up. But she could not say a word to her daughter. She felt the taste of her liver and honesty, even if it was a dream. She left the phone there and went to his place.
– Oh God, make my problem easy… I trust you with my family… I am begging you. Don’t let them hurt my daughter, my last prayer Lord…
She handed over his deposit… The last drop of tears fell from her eyes and she watered the flowers on his pillow like the others. Without hanging up on the girl, with hope:
– Where are you, Mommy,Mommy?
– That’s it, my daughter. This is not your mother. I’m lost. If it was your mother, she would have answered it already. Don’t be sad, dear girl. If he really loved us, he would not have left us at all. Don’t be upset, hang up now. It has been.
– Dad, but mom…
Why did Makhzuna leave her family, adding to her pains and illnesses, she put it in her suitcase and took it with her…
Begmatova Dilnura was born in 2007 in Khorezm region. Currently, she is a student of the Agahi Creative School. Her stories were published in republican newspapers.
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