Dreams
By: Shahnoza Eshboriyeva
Worth Noting:
- There is a person who makes a mistake like a perfect person. You make a mistake in study or work, it is natural to tell everyone about your pain. Of course, my mother says, “My child”. If you remember, in the novel “Horizon” by Said Ahmed, the traitor Tursunboy escapes from the war and lives in the thicket.
- The sick mother Jannat left this bright, lying world with the last breath of her life as her child. As we mentioned above, no mother calls her child black, guilty or a traitor Said Ahmed creatively described. A mother is still a mother, so she does not need to be defined.
Little in the world have wingless angels on earth who shower us with love. Our mothers are the flowers of Paradise that we have seen in the bright world, blessed by God. When we step into the mortal world crying, even if they are in a difficult situation, they embrace us in the desire to comfort us, give us white milk and bring us up.
If you have observed the fate of mothers in life, this woman will not live for herself from the day she gets this status. She is ready to sacrifice her life for her child’s good luck and bright future. Think about it, girls who were not even able to wipe the dust when they were proud only yesterday will change their views completely when they have children. A person who keeps his child clean, no matter what, is one, but her place in life is different. If we wake up at night, she wakes up and shakes the crib, she wakes up in the morning and does the housework, cooks, looks after the property, does the housework, she does not rest day and night…
She eats without eating, wears without wearing, silently carries all our bitterness and feels guilty if necessary… not by speaking badly, but when we thoughtlessly said that I lack this from my friend, I lack this from my friend, I could not create such conditions, I could not make my lover happy as a mother she eats the insides.
We can never understand the experiences of mothers until we have been there ourselves, be it a son or a father or a daughter. But we should realize that our mothers never saw us as bad. They are the only ones who see our dreams as dreams.
There is a person who makes a mistake like a perfect person. You make a mistake in study or work, it is natural to tell everyone about your pain. Of course, my mother says, “My child”. If you remember, in the novel “Horizon” by Said Ahmed, the traitor Tursunboy escapes from the war and lives in the thicket.
The sick mother Jannat left this bright, lying world with the last breath of her life as her child. As we mentioned above, no mother calls her child black, guilty or a traitor Said Ahmed creatively described. A mother is still a mother, so she does not need to be defined.
We have such women who do not care for their wives when their husbands are with them, they do not give a single flower in one year or even twenty years. She puts all the difficulties of life on her wife and leaves a family on the shoulders of one mother.
Let’s take a look. The mother, who washes and combs her two daughters white, takes care of them like the apple of an eye, this year she turned fifty-five years old. Her face was darkened by the sun, her hair was white, her hands were calloused from hard work, and the veins pushed her skin to the skin. He didn’t know what make-up was or what perfume was.
But their bright faces, which have not yet lost their wrinkles, their hot hearts, and their black hair are long and charming. Even so, Allah, the Exalted, is testing His beloved servants. My mother, who is being subjected to life’s trials and is being tested, is old from her face and eyes. there are no symptoms, young girls and brides stand at the bar with their waists tied at the wedding-show, party and etc. until we reach the age of seventy, we call by this name. This word is incomprehensible to some of us.
Children find it easier to say the word “that” because they can’t say the word “good”. Who or what? They show honor, kindness, and attention to everything. Even though our mother struggled to carry the heavy burdens of life on her small shoulders, she never complained. Even when she said she had had enough, she said, “I can’t even see the day I saw, even my enemy’s dog”.
I think that these words coming out of her lips softened the heart of a hard-hearted person and brought tears to his eyes. For twenty-five years, she has been making a living doing menial work. What kind of work can you do in winter? In the bitter cold of winter, she wears rubber boots on his feet, and wears an outer garment made of cloth, in the rain of the day, in the dew of the follows, and if she picks cabbages in the field for a day, and one day he grinds the harvested cabbages standing for twelve hours.
When the breath of spring blows into our country and the day start getting warmer, they work in the fields that give the districts daily wages. Now, she is picking cotton with her face covered in cotton wool, and she spends the income she earns from the skin of her forehead only for her children to get knowledge. What do you think is for himself?
Our mother, who has a hard-working will and is strong as a mat, worked hard and prayed for her two children to be educated so that they would not be fried in the difficulties of life like her. Currently, the eldest daughter is a teacher in a kindergarten, and the second is a student of the 2nd level of a higher education institution. This woman, who burned her soul for my child, cried with her when she cried, and whose heart bleeds when she is in pain, is preparing to fly her swallows…
Are you saying that our enthusiastic, hard-working, simple-minded, childish mother, who has briefly explored the path of life, doesn’t dream of eating and drinking like everyone else, enjoying life, traveling around the world, wearing shiny tongues? Of course, nobody wants to. But because life forced him, she only gave her money for two black eyes.
Mom was happy when she said that she would read. She cried with joy when he achieved success in her studies. If our mother with such a pure heart had reached this age, she would not have gone to me with anyone, her heart is the sun and her love is a river. “It’s time to pray for our mothers like this, and now it’s time to fulfill our duty as children”.
Shahnoza Eshboriyeva
She was born on December 2, 2004 in Muzrabot District, Surkhandarya Region. Currently, she is a 2nd-level student of the Faculty of Philology of Termiz State Pedagogical Institute, Uzbek language and literature.
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