Diana Khudayberganova
By: Diana Khudayberganova
The future of the nation is in the hands of mothers. O. Balzac
There is such a person in the world whose heart is wider than the heavens, kind and compassionate, passionate, selfless, who gives her all, who makes us understand and comprehend the world, who supports us from the first step until the last moment of her life – Mother!
As Allah Almighty creates the earth, the birth of generations continues from the time when the first humanity appeared, that is, Adam and Eve, to this day. Allah, whose mercy and grace are endless, provides each of us with blessed love, that is, with the unique and ungrateful happiness of our parents. Because their service in the birth of a child is great. When we talk about them, we see a person who makes our lives blossom in every aspect, who never leaves us alone no matter what our situation is, who dresses us up, feeds us, and washes and combs our hair so that our child is not inferior to anyone else. They cannot be separated or compared. Both of them have their place in the development of a child. Mother… Words cannot describe this person. Our beloved one who introduced us to the world: good and bad, benefits and harms, bitter and sweet, hot and cold.
Mother’s love is as unconditional, endless, and beautiful as the ocean, and a child can never get enough of her love. Our multifaceted miracle understood us without words, not only when we spoke, but also when we did not know how to speak yet. Life is not smooth. Sometimes you laugh, sometimes you cry.
In such a situation, only one person is happy for our happiness and success, but on the contrary, they are more upset with us when we are sad or depressed. They always light up our life paths with their best wishes and prayers. What about us, do we carry them on our shoulders as children?
Do we carry them on our heads? On the contrary, we can hurt our mothers’ golden hearts unintentionally, unintentionally, by being young and naive. However, they do not let us know, no matter how sad their hearts are, they continue as if nothing happened.
They stay awake at night, worrying about the fate and future of each one of them, no matter how many lovers they have. With their ungrateful kindness and care, they always give us confidence and support. You don’t even know that their hair is gray while raising a child.
They spend all their youth, all their strength and energy. When they buy new clothes for every season, so that they will not be inferior to anyone, so that they will not be disappointed among their peers, did they ever think about themselves? What about themselves? No, they don’t wear them if they don’t wear them, and even if the clothes they wear get old, they never buy new ones. Because they live exclusively for their children. They spare no effort to help them find their place in life, to be useful to the country.
The Uzbek people are such a wonderful, childlike people. They smile and embrace not only their own children, but all the children on the planet. Because this is inherent in their nature. That is why our mothers are unparalleled. How do we children justify this? Can we say, “Mom, I love you,” even once a day? We must admit, of course not.
Today, let’s thank our mothers for how much we love them, for the white milk, life, life, love, and loyalty they gave us. You are incomparable, there is no one like you. Let us say again and again that you are the only person who decorates our hearts with flowers and patterns.
After all, who else is more worthy of saying these things? As a token of our gratitude, it is our responsibility to remove their sorrow, fill their faces with joy, and give them happiness and laughter.
Now is the time when they will enter their souls, become their medicine, and become their support, and make you happy by saying, “Here, my parents and father, I have received a ticket for you to travel to Umrah and Hajj, please accept our small efforts to make you happy.”
It is worth saying that the highest being who sowed the seeds of hope, goodness, living, and love for life in our hearts is our mother. I remember my first teacher, that is, my mother, who dressed me up beautifully to school when I was in the first grade, who taught me to write and draw before I went to school, who instilled in me an interest in science and reading, and who later went above and beyond to accompany me in almost all competitions and Olympiads, and whose support is still vivid in my mind.
And to this day, my mother stands behind me like a mountain on which I lean, for whom I am still like a young child. They always encouraged me to move forward, to work harder, to seek, to study, to not waste my time, here is your opportunity, to not work too hard, if necessary, I will do everything myself, only you study, to be an enlightened, intelligent person, and so on.
Here, the dedication and suffering of our mothers would be enough. They always prayed that you would achieve the results that I could not achieve, that you should become a person needed by our country. I believe that every mother suffers like this for her child! In short, their sacrifices for our children are priceless.
As a person grows older, he tries with all his might not to repeat the mistakes he made before, to respect his parents, and to fulfill his duty as a child. We pray to God to grant all mothers a long life and to live happily with their families.
My mother is my life, my heart, my hope, my everything. My heart beats only for you, my dear mother, live for me!
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