And my mother lied that they were sitting looking at my father. His friends ignored these words and continued to have fun. And so the party ended. His comrades dispersed to their homes. Then, when Gulomjon entered the room, his father was actually lying on the bed. His mother was sitting next to him in tears. The young man lost himself for a while. He could not speak and then his language became speech. Ghulamjon’s lie has become the truth. But the difference was that the father was not sick, as the young man had said, but passed out.
Seeing this, Gulomjon started to cry and hugged his mother. Father, forgive me, I didn’t have time to please you, I couldn’t be a worthy child for you, father, he was crying. I was an incompetent child who cried because I couldn’t pay attention to you in time, I couldn’t appreciate you. His father had been sick for a long time. There were only a few days left, it was time to fight for survival. But the father did not tell his son these things. Maybe everything would have been different if he had said it. No matter how much the mother was angry with her son, she would hold her son in her arms and cry.
Unfortunately, it’s too late, after all, isn’t it his father who brought him up like no one else and tried to make his dreams come true. Isn’t the grandfather who gave up his health, did not wear well, did not eat well, worked honestly all his life, and gave it to his son? But.. but now it’s too late, yes it’s too late, that person will not return, spring will not return, yes spring may come again and again, but that spring will never return. After all, what kind of light did the father see when he came to this world. After all, what can one expect from a young man who spends his life for his son and honors his own father and mother.
He had made his healthy father sick, or rather he had been sick before, but this lie to his son brought him down a lot. Hastened his father’s death. The parents raised their children with such expectations, they hoped that tomorrow I would lean on them and ease my burden. Unfortunately, this hope turned into a mirage. Who or what is to blame for all this? Is it time? Is it an incompetent child? This question bothers us. Time never stopped, never turned back even 1 minute. He continued to walk.
But why? What for? He did not have time to get his father’s approval for so long. Have you ever done something for your father, or once, father, let me get you a pair of shoes. Can you say that your shoes are worn out? He could not say no. He spent 5 minutes for his father. And now it’s late, the guy is for life he lives in agony of conscience. This pain is not temporary, but it will torment you until you die.
There is no cure for this pain. O man, open your eyes, whenever possible, whenever possible, in the life of your father, in the life of your mother, get his approval. Time does not wait, time passes. Appreciate them when you have the chance. They compare parents to the same white sugar. They raise us, bring us to adulthood, and create a foundation for our future, thanks to their pure, innocent and honest work. In the end, when we find our place in life, they dissolve like sugar in tea. So let’s treasure every minute, every second, every loved one, especially our parents. Let’s consider these people as a blessing given to us by God. Time is a flowing river, it does not cross a river once it has passed, and so is human life!
By: Gulzoda Bobonazarova
