Jumanboyeva Firdavskhan
By: Jumanboyeva Firdavskhan
Worth Noting:
- When I told them this in the open, my sister-in-law fought that you are trying to embarrass us (repentance, shame, why should I embarrass them, what they did was done by their brothers). I fell to the ground.
- Why did this happen? 18 years of my life flashed before my eyes. Couldn’t I finish my education and get a good job and get married? Then I wouldn’t be a drug addict? What did I do against my parents?
- When I was lying under the cold snow, I screamed at the top of my voice when they locked the gate. No, my voice didn’t come out at all. What should I do? when is the sadness?
Now this girl, who faced eight springs, was dragged by the darkness into winter. Maybe she was to blame for everything. Could she blame someone for her actions in the world? Could she escape from the end of her fate? I don’t want to condemn the two people by writing the story. That’s why the names of these two people were kept secret. Because in the story, not the names, but the conclusion that can be drawn from it is important. My story was written from the language of the girl who endured all the suffering.
When I went to college, it was very meaningful, classmates, friends – we were like a family with them. Suddenly my life took a sharp turn. I liked this turn very much. When I came back from school, a boy in the car asked me my name. I shyly said nameless flower. That’s all started on the day. Meetings started two or three times a week. These meetings became more and more frequent and became daily. He gave wonderful gifts that the 18-year-old girl liked very much. I fell in love with him more and more. it was a burden. It seemed that everything, even the autumn tree, which was shedding its barks, seemed beautiful to my eyes.
Opposition started from my parents and brother. We went against everyone and celebrated our wedding together.
All my friends came to our wedding… But the groom’s friends were very few…
I didn’t pay attention to it because it wasn’t important to me. The wedding also happened.
I am the bride. Fate is so crazy. When did the person I love change so much? I’m surprised.
Instead of the gifts I receive every day, I slapped myself, how hard it is. I have to endure everything.
It’s been 2 weeks since our wedding and I haven’t heard a single good word from anyone. One day I suddenly felt dizzy. My mother-in-law and my husband took care of me until I got better. That day I ran away to my house, but it was useless. “It was so horrible. My husband came and took away. As a punishment for running away, Ikki blinded me. That day I understood why my husband has few friends at the wedding. They didn’t even want to visit the drug addict friend.
When I told them this in the open, my sister-in-law fought that you are trying to embarrass us (repentance, shame, why should I embarrass them, what they did was done by their brothers). I fell to the ground. Why did this happen? 18 years of my life flashed before my eyes. Couldn’t I finish my education and get a good job and get married? Then I wouldn’t be a drug addict? What did I do against my parents? When I was lying under the cold snow, I screamed at the top of my voice when they locked the gate. No, my voice didn’t come out at all. What should I do? When is the sadness? No, I don’t give up, the place where I ran away is heavy… my breath… I started to get short of breath… my eyes were closed in the embrace of the white snow.
Unscrupulous husband
Even though I was holding my breath, I could feel the sound of the crows around me on the ground like ice. This silence was broken by the loud opening of the gate. My life partner who gave me everything, my mother who gave me my love came in. My sister, who did not know what to do when she saw me, started to think of all kinds of excuses, because I fell from her hard blow. It was my sister who didn’t hear me shouting.
Why did they inflict such pain on her? What was the fault of the poor girl, did she love me? I don’t know…
Everything is fate. As soon as we appear in our mother’s womb, our destiny is written. Nothing can change that except prayer.
I don’t want to blame this little girl for not blessing her mother. I don’t want to condemn Kaysidur’s actions. I would beg mothers to be patient and not throw your daughters into fire. They also have the right to live, they have the right to breathe and enjoy the world. Don’t separate them from this happiness too soon. Money Don’t call the state a single word without opening it.
My beautiful sisters. Don’t trust your young life to a fool. May you reach such milestones that only the best can come to you.
Don’t trample on your feet.
Be proud but not arrogant.
Be thankful, don’t be ungrateful.
Be smart, don’t be stupid.
Learn, practice.
When you want to choose a person, consider that he has knowledge of the world and religion.
“Because the more knowledge a person has, the more soft his heart is”
A beautiful proverb of the Uzbek people
“There is no deer lying on the mountain of faith”, so don’t start your life with every person you meet.
A person who appears may not be what he appears to be.
This story is written based on real events. To write ….. information was received from a close friend and neighbor.
Jumanboyeva Firdavskhan was born on September 30, 2005 in the Farhana region of the Republic of Uzbekistan. She became a student of the Faculty of Pedagogical Institute “Uzbek language”. During his first year, she participated in many competitions (in the Essay Contest) and took the first place. Awarded with Certificate of India, New Delhi (The role of folklorisms in the story “Tasgkelinchak” by Isajon Sultan) was conducted.
At the moment, she is teaching in a private kindergarten (many students).
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