Munavvara Abdukhakimovna Usmonova
By: Munavvara Abdukhakimovna Usmonova
Worth Noting:
- Let me tell you an unforgettable story. Near the house where we live, there was a good neighborhood. One day I wanted to walk through this street. Grapes were ripe in the vines, flowers and basil were swaying on the banks of the stream.
- I wanted to smell the sadarayhons and tear them from the branches. I hesitated a bit, worried that someone would see it and the owner would find out and be offended. But he did not give up. I know that I will break a branch of basil and take a hasty step, the lady of the yard appeared near the gate. My body shuddered when I saw a woman dressed modestly, but very well suited to her, with her hair in two braids and crimson floral headscarf on her head. I apologized.
Beauty in poetry is a permanent quality of a person. If we know about attitude, modesty, loyalty, and loyalty, we will understand that all these qualities come from love for people and life.
There are many people who are interested in literature and find pleasure in poetry, songs and soft music. Sister Malohat, whom I knew, was one of those pure�hearted people.
Our meeting was interesting. I was then invited to the “Subject for Reflection” show. There were many people who commented on the topic of the show. But among them, one woman caught my attention. He spoke very deep thoughts, clear voice vivid examples. After the show, I went to that woman. We hugged like old friends.
“I know you well,” said the sister, smiling. Our gun got hot. I remember his heartwarming conversation like it was yesterday:
– Many people know you, but my love and devotion is different. I love listening to your songs “Swallow”, “My love went to Andijan “, “Motherland” performed by Ozodbek Nazarbekov. I love the people of Andijan and the valleys in general. We lived in the valley for a while because of my spouse’s work.
Neighborliness, the effects of people on each other surprised me. The land where I fell as a bride – the people of the Surkhan oasis willingly lay down their lives for their guests, slaughtering sheep at their feet. Anyway, I was very impressed by the character of the people of Andijan. There are many aspects that can be learned from the way they talk about their baby, the sincerity of the relationship between the couple.
Let me tell you an unforgettable story. Near the house where we live, there was a good neighborhood. One day I wanted to walk through this street. Grapes were ripe in the vines, flowers and basil were swaying on the banks of the stream.
I wanted to smell the sadarayhons and tear them from the branches. I hesitated a bit, worried that someone would see it and the owner would find out and be offended. But he did not give up. I know that I will break a branch of basil and take a hasty step, the lady of the yard appeared near the gate. My body shuddered when I saw a woman dressed modestly, but very well suited to her, with her hair in two braids and crimson floral headscarf on her head. I apologized.
He smiled at me and said, “Sister, what’s your apology? Both the fruit planted in the street and the flowering basil will belong to the street. In the morning, we sweep the streets, sprinkle water, and plant basil flowers in order to brighten the spirits of the people who pass through this neighborhood.
If you feel like it, take more if you want it,” he said, breaking off basil branches and holding them in my hand. “Stop, you sound like a guest,” he snapped.
We talked a lot. I wanted to go home with a happy heart, so I set off. I heard a woman’s voice behind me. “Hey, my sister, stop, I covered the hot bread, mind you, the bread covered in the oven will be different,” he said, holding the bread in my hand.
As a result, I have learned many qualities of humanity from the valleys. Especially when a guest arrives, as soon as he steps on the threshold, I will never forget how he holds warm water in a kettle, holds a white towel, and wipes the guest’s shoes like porcelain. It is probably because of this love that I pay special attention to your work.
Our conversation with sister Malokhat continued for a long time. I told the history of the poem “Swallow”. We parted with a promise to give my book as a present. Just as the sun shines on the water, it does not overflow, so the grace in the hearts of good people is clearly visible only when the eyes of the heart are opened.
But unfortunately, we, especially I, were oblivious. I could go back and forth. Although they didn’t bother me because of my running around a lot, the conversation with my sister seemed to light up a corner of my heart.
Fate brought me together again with sister Malohat, who made a special impression on me with her true human qualities, modesty, simple and sincere conversations, and her demeanor, which can captivate a person. On the eve of Navruz holiday, they invited to the “House of Kindness” in Chilonzor district to an event.
When I went there, my heart brightened even more. Malokhat Mirzomukhammad was the person who was organizing the event. Of course, the interlocutor’s cheerfulness, honesty, gratitude, and qualities that encourage a person to be good are also transmitted to the interlocutor. I was grateful to see my sister once again.
At the end of the event, one of the girls who shared the joy of the holiday came to us. Sister Malohat, knowing the little girl well, hugged her and said: “Come, my daughter Niginajon, I have brought gifts for you and your friends. Your teachers will definitely give it to you,” he said. “Will you come again?” smiling at his words, I will definitely come.
I will come and destroy you with all my heart. As long as a person lives, if we live at least eighty years in the light world, we would do more such good deeds,” he said. Even then, I said: “Mom, what happened to eighty years, you will live a hundred years with this heart.” At that time, I did not notice that the woman who was standing next to me, who was giving love to the depressed half�babies, was also distraught. I didn’t realize that he needs good words, good wishes and prayers.
Would I have said different words if I had known from the beginning that many tests of fate were going through… It is true that I cannot do anything about the end of fate, but if I had known, if I had felt it, would I have talked differently…
Would I have asked about his dreams?..
Sister Malohat, who raised kind and intelligent children and raised them as both father and mother when necessary, now her dreams have come true, her dreams have come true, and bright days have come. A woman’s head, with a mountain-like bearing, sprouts rooted in her bosom had grown flawlessly and flawlessly, and the garden had turned into a garden. He was a captain, a caravan leader.
He was one of those people whose intentions were as pure as crystal and high as heaven, who had to stay away from his homeland to cure cancer even while living in his homeland, who missed his homeland with every breath. It was not difficult to understand that when they were treated in the USA, they wrote that they miss their country, family, and friends.
The word can be used in a thousand ways, but I saw a special magic in the words of sister Malokhat. Then I found out that they were sick…
They stayed with their children abroad for a while, hoping to find a cure for their illness. It must be very difficult for a patriotic, leading man to be away from his soil even for a moment. Perhaps, those who have not tasted the taste of the Motherland, those who have not longingly pressed the smell of the Motherland to their nostrils, may not feel it. But it must have been difficult for sister Malokhat, whose heart was filled with the smell of mint, who drew pictures of roses from her heart’s blood, who caressed her sons like a father and her daughter like a mother…
When Muzaffarjon lamented through social network: “We lost my mother…”, we asked him for comfort and shared his sorrow. Usually, when you lose your closest person, you ask for comfort, hug and cry, and try to sprinkle water on your burning heart with tears. So, sister Malohat has become close to all of us.
Although hundreds and thousands of his loved ones are in sorrow like his lovers. We say it is God’s will. We say that his life is cut off from this bright world. We say that his life continues in his children and grandchildren. We say that good words and deeds sound like wisdom. These are all comforts (Okay, comforts are good too).
But now there is no one among us who is such a gentle, pure-hearted person, a mother who has no equal in love, who loves poetry and literature more than her…
As long as there are bright memories, that person is eternal life.
May the end of my creation be prosperous!
Munavvara Abdukhakimovna Usmonova
Translate by: Madina Mahammadrizoyeva
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