Gulsevar Khojamova
I have a friend. We talk to him every day. His thoughts are deep and thoughtful. I don’t pay much attention to his words. I used to laugh at his wise words: “Don’t be so wise.” One day he said: “You should appreciate your parents, I envy you.” I understood all the pain in his tearful eyes.
There was an orphanage near our school. I pass by there every day, as long as I don’t pay attention. After this incident, I began to look at that place with a different look.
I saw a crying four-year-old boy. My steps led involuntarily towards the boy. As my hands gripped her tiny shoulders, I felt a surge of strength.
– Does the boy cry too, what’s the matter, little one?
– I saw my father. I ran, but they left without looking…
I wiped the tears on their faces and comforted them. In the child’s Byron language: the resounding word “father” – the image of “invisible fathers” raised many questions in my heart…
Gulsevar Khojamova
Uzbekistan, Student of Andijan State Pedagogical Institute
Similar Posts by The Mt Kenya Times:
- Mt Kenya Times ePAPER August 29-30, 2026
- Old Mutual swings to KSh882M profit as insurance arm ends losing run
- US pumps KSh930M into Kenya police modernisation
- Kalonzo comes to the Coast with a simple, devastating message: You have been betrayed
- Tear gas, shuttered shops and a government out of touch: The KRA tax revolt that could define Kenya’s road to 2027
About the Author
