Jakhongir NOMOZOV
By: Jakhongir NOMOZOV
Goodness springs from the heart of a person. Sometimes, it is hard to carry that noble feeling. It is done without expecting anything in return, but sometimes, with the wind blowing in the opposite direction, hearts become ungrateful, and even the purest intentions are thrown stones at. Goodness blossoms like a flower in the heart, but sometimes the wind sweeps the flower away. You set off with beautiful wishes, and everything you touch with your hands eventually breaks and falls apart. The pure light within you is drowned by the darkness. Life sometimes starts with joy and suddenly wraps you in sorrow. You make others laugh, but the pain that appears in your eyes remains hidden. And you don’t understand that those who make you cry might once not have known the goodness within them. And we still try to protect goodness, even though this pure feeling is the one that breaks the most in this world. When there is such great hope in your eyes, you fall, but you rise again because you know that falling makes you stronger, and every crack makes you grow even more. Sometimes the response you wait for with goodness comes with cruelty, but no matter what, your path is different. Even if your mind is darkened, your soul remains bright. Life sometimes comes with love, and sometimes leaves you with loneliness. And even though you may face evil in return for goodness, never leave your goodness behind, because your soul must always remain pure. And at the end of every night, you must believe in the light of the sun that will rise one day. The goodness within you makes you graceful, and you become the most valuable flower in the world. One day, someone will notice you, and at that moment, all the heartbreaks will transform into a beautiful smile.
MY AGE
You may not ask how old I am, and perhaps it’s a question you shouldn’t ask. But still, let me try to describe my age in sentences: My age is like the first flap of wings of a bird that wakes up with the sunrise in the morning. Sometimes it’s like the most beautiful note in a melody, sometimes it’s like following the trace of a lost moment.
My age is neither a number, nor a slice of years, nor something measured by calendar pages. My age is a thought deepening with each passing day, a growing hope, a story shaped by accumulated memories. Maybe there are traces of the passing years in my eyes, but those traces don’t tire me; on the contrary, I draw strength from them.
Every line tells a story. Every experience leaves a memory. How much I have laughed, how much I have cried, how many moments I have lost myself. But somehow, I always found myself again. I have placed thousands of emotions and memories within a place, and whenever I need them, I take a piece from there and continue my way. I know how fast time flows, but I also know that there is beauty in every age. My age is a period spent by valuing every moment and enjoying every instant. Some moments happened years ago, and some just a few minutes ago. If you ask how old I am, I would simply say, “My age is hidden in the depth of the moment I’m in.”
THE GEOGRAPHY OF THE HEART
Once upon a time, in a distant land, there was a young man named Mehmet who could never quite understand the emotions within him. His heart was like a constantly changing climate—sometimes calm, sometimes stormy. He could never figure out where these feelings came from or why they changed. Whenever he found peace, it would suddenly fade, and whenever he felt warmth, it would turn into burning fire. In his heart, there was a kind of unknown geography—one direction was uncertain, and another was unexpectedly dark.
One day, he decided to venture deep into the forest outside his village. He believed that only nature could help him find peace. As he walked slowly, he felt the vastness of the forest with just a glance. The trees seemed to want to tell him something. With each step, as he walked through the trees, the voices within him grew deeper.
After a while, he reached the edge of a stream. The water flowed clearly and calmly. Mehmet sat by a tree and closed his eyes. At that moment, he felt the storm inside him. His heart was in chaos again. But this time, there was something else. A deep sense of peace. The water seemed to reflect not just the outside world but also his inner world. He sat there for a while, looking at the water, and thought:
“The heart is a geography. When a person doesn’t know its climate, they either burn or freeze.”
These words sank into his soul like a secret. He realized that without understanding the climate of his heart and making peace with it, he could never find true tranquility. No matter how much a person searches for peace in the outer world, as long as they don’t change the climate within, nothing will be permanent. If the sea inside is not calm, no ocean can bring peace. If the mountains inside are dark, no sun can provide warmth.
Mehmet opened his eyes and looked up at the sky. At that moment, a bird flew over him. He followed it with his eyes, and just before the bird disappeared, another voice within him said:
“Everything has its own path, my child. You will learn this too. When you discover the geography inside yourself, the outside world will give meaning to your life.”
Mehmet sat there for a while longer. The storms he once felt inside his heart were now replaced with peace. When he discovered the climate within, he realized that everything in the outer world had meaning. Every thought, every feeling, though it may pass like the wind, becomes patient and peaceful when a person learns to stay balanced within.
Finally, accepting all the uncertainties within himself, he left the forest. Knowing the climate of his heart had granted him great wisdom. Now, the rain falling outside illuminated the dark storms inside him even more. There was peace in his heart, because that peace had not come from the outside world but from discovering the geography within himself.
And one day, Mehmet truly understood: Knowing the climate of your heart is like understanding the world. All it takes is patience and inner peace to continue the journey.
Jakhongir NOMOZOV,
Member of the Journalists’ Union of Azerbaijan.
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