My First Teacher

By: Rakhimbayeva Madina

Worth Noting:

• You teach them to count, you recognize letters, you try to teach them to say words together and make sentences. You bring the owners of this little heart to the level of a perfect human being. You cannot spare time for your children while teaching science all day in an educational institution. Your main family will be these 25-30 students, your children.
• If one of your students is sick, you run around with your fists, looking for ways to improve his condition. At this time, you will forget yourself. Because your students are like children. If your child’s soul hurts, your thousand souls hurt.

One of the most honorable, responsible and difficult professions in the world is teaching. Let’s get our elementary teachers. Children who play in the dirt and mud on the street and are covered in dust are brought up from a young age to become such talented students that it is impossible not to admire their patience and tenacity.

I had a teacher who was just as kind and had a fiery heart, whose eyes always shone with light. Their names are similar to their bodies, Sanamjon. They taught us for 4 years, but they never said a word that hurt us. They always addressed us as my son, my dear child, my daughter.

I was a very shy girl in elementary school. I was lagging behind my classmates in many things. And my teacher looked at me with loving eyes and asked me, what is Madina doing?! They held me by the hands. I still can’t think about it. So much perseverance, master?

Even if you hit a stone, it will break one day. Is the shield of love so strong? teacher Teacher, you open your magical arms to a more playful child who has entered the 1st grade and does not yet know what studying is.

You teach them to count, you recognize letters, you try to teach them to say words together and make sentences. You bring the owners of this little heart to the level of a perfect human being. You cannot spare time for your children while teaching science all day in an educational institution. Your main family will be these 25-30 students, your children.

If one of your students is sick, you run around with your fists, looking for ways to improve his condition. At this time, you will forget yourself. Because your students are like children. If your child’s soul hurts, your thousand souls hurt.

When you go to a senior class, you forget your children, you miss them, they even enter your dreams. You remember the sweet memories you spent with them. Finally, when they graduate from school, they will see you and think:

“My first teacher’s hair is gray, his face is wrinkled, but I still remember the boundlessness of his love at that time.” Did you see it? How did you find a way to the hearts of your readers? You never hit them, you planted the seeds of trust called love in your heart. Sprouts of hope sprouted from them. And now, right now, you are about to enjoy its fruits.

It is not for nothing that our people emphasized that “the teacher is as great as your father”. A father provides and educates his children in every way, and a teacher is their spiritual father and raises his students to the level of mature and perfect human beings who contribute to the development of society. In fact, a person needs a mentor in every field. As the saying goes, “A disciple without a teacher is a fool for every status”, a person without a teacher is like a blind man who has lost his cane.

Teachers guide us like the star Sirius, wish us great flights like birds, and invite us to conquer the heights of knowledge. I still can’t forget those days full of wonderful memories. My primary school teacher gave me love, and when I entered the 5th grade, my native language teacher Nazira revealed my talents.

I am sitting in the class one day. The teacher and I were very close. But I said something that hurt me too much. At that time, my teacher told me to get up, leave, and don’t come back. This word, spoken in anger, flashed like lightning and made my ears ring.

I was so scared, my heart burned so much that I fell into the abyss of despair for 3 or 4 seconds. Because I knew that people who hurt the teacher will not achieve anything. And these thoughts forced me to throw my life under the torture of these feelings. I did not pay much attention to such words of my teachers before. But it left a big mark on my heart.

And it reminds me every time. My teacher forgave me for doing this. They said that we also made such a mistake when we were young. I think that if we destroy someone’s heart, we will face the punishment of Allah. God bless.

Let us be those who cause hearts to shine like the sun, not those who destroy them. Diyora was my teacher who opened a new page in my life. They not only taught me the secrets of science, but also supported me spiritually and psychologically.

Despite their young age, my teachers have achieved a lot. Everyone respects our teachers in our institute. I will try to be as enthusiastic as my teacher and justify their trust, I will be a winner of the Navoi State Scholarship.

In short, our teachers teach us the secrets of new ways of looking at things, thinking in a new way, and making discoveries and inventions in the field of science. Their springs of love have no limits.

Rakhimbayeva Madina was born on February 4, 2001 in the village of Bogholon, Yangibozor district, Khorezm region. Currently, she is a 2nd-year student of the Pedagogical Department of the Urganch State Pedagogical Institute. Many of her creative works have been published in international conferences, maga�zines and anthologies. She is diligent and inquisitive