Khakimova Dilnoza
By: Khakimova Dilnoza
In fact, we are born to be constantly surrounded by butterflies! Forgetting his desires, she looks at us at our desires. She brings us to the world with a thousand pains at a time when she should be spending time for herself. She always keeps our name in the deepest part of her heart even when we are children and are not fit for any day. For a mother, each child has a place. There are many rates for mothers. Poets can write verses about mothers, but mothers feel they deserve the best. A mother cares for her child as soon as she feels it in her body. When she raised her two sons white-washed. I was born when my elder brother was 12 years old and my younger brother was 11 years old. I wish you could have seen how happy she was when she gave birth to me and how grateful she was, saying, “I have a daughter too.” My mother always talks about these days with tears in her eyes. One of the stories that my mother always tells me is that my grandfather loves me as my only and only daughter. I grew up in an ordinary family without straining for anything. They always tried to give me all the possibilities. I did not sleep hungry once, I was not without clothes, all the conditions were provided in my life. My mother would have a poetry notebook. Because it was written in Latin, I couldn’t read it without much effort. When my mother was busy with household chores, she used to write poetry and memorize Alisher Navoi’s ghazals. Even though my mind is low and it is difficult for me to memorize, he would repeat it again and again without any effort. Because my father taught music, we had various musical instruments in our house. My father would work on himself early in the morning, prepare for today’s topic, and write questions about the previous topic. I was very curious about what was in the small clippings. I was talking to myself. I used to teach there, and I used to write the greetings that my mother brought me. But not a single letter remained in my mind. I used to ask my mother, what was written on my father’s papers? Why does my father always teach when she’s grown up? I never got tired of asking. I was walking happily as if I were reciting a poem about the things that came to my mind to put a sentence on. My mother was very happy when I memorized ghazals. “My daughter will be the daughter of Zulfiyakhanim,” she used to boast to her brothers. Days passed, days followed by years, and I went to school at the age of seven. In elementary school, I didn’t study very well, I was shy, I was one of those people who said, “Don’t be silent to me, I won’t be silent to you.” Every time my mother went to a meeting, her mood fell. “Your daughter is not interested in anything, her math grades are low, she doesn’t study much,” my class teacher used to complain to my mother. The day after the meeting, I would say with a different enthusiasm, “Today I will get five in my subject for 4 hours at school, so that my teacher will not complain about me to my mother in the meeting.” I was good at singing and leading events, but my mother expected great results from me when I was in the 3rd grade. When the youth union noticed that I was writing poetry, my mother welcomed my small successes. “Samarkand Youth” appeared in the newspaper. My mother was getting closer to my dreams one by one. My brothers studied on a contract, and my father’s monthly salary was insufficient for our family.
My father went to work at the factory, and he said that his work was hard, but not so difficult for us. My mother used to work hard, saying “I will educate my children even if it hurts”. After this surgery, my mother worked hard again. It is not easy to live in the village, there were also people who said that there was a farm and property. Seeing my mother’s hard work brought tears to my aunts’ eyes. Even though they said, “You didn’t buy your soul, your soul is not iron, just do it,” my mother never stopped trying. They gave my brothers a higher education. They are creating all the conditions for me to get knowledge. It is my responsibility to show the results of these difficulties.
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