Her love overcomes all obstacles…

  On the day when I left my parents’ house, and my mother accompanied me to my husband’s house, her look was deeply engraved in my memory. Whether he was slightly sad, or joyful I still can’t understand, but it was a maternal look of large dark eyes, soaked through with tears, full of pride and love. Years later, on the day I lost my beloved husband, my gaze met with these eyes again, by chance, in which pain was felt no less than mine, and maybe even more. Probably because her life experience suggested that I would now have a rather difficult time alone with three children. In these difficult days for me, someone, to cheer me up, then said that «the death of a husband is, of course, an irreparable loss, but as long as your parents, especially your mother, are alive, you will never feel unhappy and lonely.» I didn’t pay much importance to these words then, but after a while I realized that it was my mother’s love, her support that helped me survive the death of my beloved husband, come to my senses, come to terms and live on.

It was very hard for us then, but we managed together. Mom’s love is beyond boundaries and limits; it is always and everywhere and overcomes any obstacles. I fully begin to understand the full force of this feeling only now, when she, despite her not so young age, is ready to help me in any matter (physically, financially and morally), not to mention the fact that she supports me daily with her valuable wise advice. By the way, my mother is a librarian by profession. She has worked at the Firdavsi library for more than 40 years (now the National Library of Tajikistan). It turns out that she carried the love of the book through her whole life. At first glance, the librarian seems to be an ordinary person, but after spending many years with books, he becomesuniversal. So my mother became for us both a psychologist, and a literary scholar, and a teacher, and an educator. She knows countless wise and instructive sayings and sayings of great people, and, most importantly, knows how to use them at the right time. She knows all the subtleties of life, is well versed in all sectors, and is aware of everything that happens in the country and in the whole world. When she teaches and guides us young, she always repeats one thing: «Value your time, manage it correctly, and appreciate every minute, because the next one may not be.» Perhaps there are many women in the world who claim to be the best mother, but, weighing all the pros and cons, all the plus and minus, I tend to call my mother the best and tell her: «Thank you for being you!!!»

Lutfiya ESHONKULOVA