By: Botirova Umida
Mother is an angel between two worlds, pure, immaculate, incomparable and indescribable. Even the best poets and writers are powerless to describe her. But I, as a powerless writer, have decided to describe this person with all my heart and love, since this is not yet something I can do, but I have decided to embody all mothers in the image of my own mother and write about it here.
Mother is a person who is the witness and cause of our youth, the most blooming childhood. I remember, when we were little, my mother would always put hot bread from the oven on our faces, smell it, and say that it smells like heaven, and she would pass it to us. We also cherished this precious blessing in our hands, held it, and kissed it with respect. The fragrance that I smelled from the bread at that time, I feel every time I hug my mother. In fact, isn’t that the reason why we compare mothers to angels in Heaven?
Mother is a peaceful, heart-soothing place. In fact, no luxurious place can be more precious than the one hour of rest we get at our mother’s feet. No matter how old a person is or what position he holds, he always feels the need for his mother’s love. He misses her every moment. If he hugs her, the world seems bright to him. In fact, we have a peaceful, heavenly place in this world that we do not understand and do not feel – the mother’s embrace. In it, a person forgets all his sorrows and feels like he has entered a palace of boundless happiness.
I must also say that our mother is the person who cares for you more than anyone else in the world, even your closest friends, and who can inspire you with her trust and patience. She sacrifices everything for her child. From her youth, her dreams and goals, her hard-earned money, even her health. Who else can sacrifice so much for us?! Who?! No one! No one can be like a mother. Do you feel that the sacrifices and sufferings your mother made so that you could study, live well, and be no less than your peers are flashing through your memory. In the words of Otkir Khoshimov, life has not been kind to mothers in this matter either!
Botirova Umida, 1st year student of the Faculty of Philology and Arts, Urgench State University
If you want to feel the beauty of the world with your heart, remember your mother.
Otkir Khoshimov