Nurullayeva Mushtari
Mubina has been suffering for four months without finding a cure for her pain. Doctors say that he is seriously ill. The legs of the moon Mubina do not give rest at night. He seemed to get used to it later. But Mubina’s heart ached very badly. Lying in this four-walled hospital is heartbreaking. He also wants to walk the streets and sit in a circle with his relatives. Mubina especially misses her only son very much. His son has gone to the city. Oisi has come once since he was admitted to the hospital. He sat there for half an hour and said he had work to do. That day Mubina’s mouth was in his ear. Relatives of other patients come almost every day. They bring different types of food. Foods are also linked to the month of Mubina. Mubina eats a bite of food and lays down facing the door. And so the days pass. The same door opened and his son came. Hot bread and cream in hand. He sat hugging his mother.
– Have you recovered, mother?
– Yes, thank you, my child. What are you doing?
– On the go with work. After all, business does not wait.
– Yes, learn from my businessman son, said Mubina happily.
– frankly, I want to sell the house. Don’t give me money for business.
Mubina’s eyes widened and she screamed.
– The yard left by your father! I will never agree!
– After all, this is business
– After all, there is no end
His son was also angry
– Shall I ask for your consent? I can sell the house in my name if I want, I can make it one with the land if I want.
After saying these words, he closed the door and left. Mubina’s eyes filled with tears.
Hospital. It’s nine o’clock in the evening. A poor mother who didn’t even need her own son passed away. His illness did not kill him. Endless heartache killed him.
Nurullayeva Mushtari
She is a student of the 8th grade of the creative school named after Hamid Olimjon and Zulfiya