Gulzoda Bobonazarova
By: Gulzoda Bobonazarova
Time, like the wind, is a fleeting thing. The right wind will continue to blow again and again, but the wind that blew yesterday will not return today. Today it’s different, tomorrow it’s different. That is, there is no way back. Along with time, human life is passing.
Seasons, years, months keep coming back. But time, the past life does not return. Gulomjon was the only joy and happiness of a family. His mother, aunt Ma’suma, raised her son from a young age, washed him white, and brought him up to adulthood.
His father, Temirjon, worked as a blacksmith in the family. His mother was a housewife. Aunt Ma’suma did not trust her son at all, because she waited for her son for 10 years, and when she said 10 years, God gave her the happiness of motherhood.
Probably for this reason, Gulomjon grew up as a very manly child. The father fulfilled whatever his son’s wishes were. Although the family situation was not good, the father and mother obeyed every word that came out of their son’s mouth.
Thus, Gulomjon turned 7 years old and started school. His mother took him to school every day. Gulomjon studied well in primary school. Gulomjon’s closest friend was Nodirjon. Both of them used to go to school together.
But for some reason, Gulomjon has recently put aside his studies and has been absent from the streets. His parents became very worried about him. One day, his father called his son to him and advised him: “Son, you have grown up too, and I have reached the same age, now you are our support.”
He says that you are now grown up, you should study. He advises me that I will lean on you tomorrow. The young man listened to these words with great interest. His mother was also laughing at him. But these words did not affect the young man at all.
One day a party was organized for Gulomjon’s birthday. Sometimes Ghulamjon’s friends would visit. Then the son looked at his father and mother and said, father, don’t leave the room when my friends come, so they don’t see you.
Then his mother asked why my son is saying that. Then when his son sees you, they will make fun of me. They will ask if it is your grandfather or grandmother. Then Oansi’s eyes filled with tears, but he did not show them to his son. He remained silent.
Then his son left the room. His father hugged his mother and tried to console her. And so the party began. His parents sat without leaving the room.
After the party started, his friends asked for his father and mother. Then the guy color
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