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A PRAYER THAT WAS ANSWERED
First of all, the golden rays of the sun cast a coin-shaped shadow of
leaves on the low, roadside house at the end of the neighborhood, behind
the trees, and in the water-soaked courtyard. The courtyard is neat, and it
is obvious that the hand is arranged by a flower lady. In particular, the
unlocked basil on the bank of the stream, the aroma of fresh flowers, the
smell of earth, and a wonderful aroma that evokes a person.
Morning. Sister Nargiza carefully brought fresh milk from the barn,
passed it through a strainer, then went into the kitchen and lit the gas. He
hurriedly poured the infusion for breakfast.
The door to his son's bedroom squeaked softly. She turned and stood
up.
"Did your brother wake up, boy?" He asked in a low voice.
Rubbing his eyes at the door, Sanjar replied:
"No," he said, and hurried to wash his face and hands by the stream.
Sister Nargiza slowly climbed the steps of the porch and came to
Sabir's bedroom, then to the bed. Then he gently strokes his hair.
- Stay, son, let's have breakfast. I made your favorite infusion.
Sobir opened his eyes melting. He smiled softly at his mother, who
was staring at him from above. She sees her own pain behind the pain,
the agony of her mother, hidden behind a smile.
... six years ago, Sobir graduated from 8th grade and went on
vacation. That summer he, like all the children, went for a swim in a
canal surrounded by a garden in a remote neighborhood.
The children would take turns diving into the water, stretching out on the
ground when they were tired of the water, and diving into the cold water
again. Both sudden happiness and misfortune startled and shook a
person. Sabir woke up the next morning with swollen feet. He took a
step or two and sat down exhausted. He did not return. Suddenly the
pain, which clung like ivy, crushed everyone's heart. They immediately
showed it to the doctors. No one was able to make a definitive
diagnosis. The treatments were ineffective. They also taught powerful
teachers. None of them helped. In the meantime, the family's expenses
were spent and the bottom of the house was exposed.
One day, Nargiza-opa went to a neighboring village for a wedding and
found out that "a professor had come from abroad" and that the patients
were recovering. Nargiza hurried to the market, taking the souvenir from
her mother. Overflowing, he kissed his son on the shoulder and hurried
to the professor. When they arrived, the hall at the front door was
crowded with patients. Sometimes the heat of the sun does not affect
everyone at the same time. Nargiza-opa did not hear a warm word from
the professor.
Seeing the sick leaves, the professor replied briefly:
-Medical weak. Only one in a thousand of the patients with this
disease can be cured in time. Only if a miracle happens, ”he said, staring
at the woman.
At that moment, the mother's heart sank. She pursed her lips tightly to
keep from crying. She looked at the professor in front of her for the last
time . Kissing his son:
"My son will definitely get up one day. That miracle will happen to us,"
she said confidently.
From that day on, Sister Nargiza began to pray to the Creator. She
used to spend the nights awake with prayers ...
For some reason, Sabir wakes up every night in the middle of the night
scared. In the next room, his mother's faint whisper could be heard. At
such times, his whole body trembles and his heart aches. As he
confesses his fate, the rebellion against the writing on the forehead of his
mother-in-law breaks his heart.
When he first became ill, when he saw that he was cut off from his
peers, when he saw his brother jumping up and down, he was confronted
with so many unanswered "reasons" that at such times the earth would
beat until the pain subsided. He still stared at his mother's weary face, a
sign of vigilance. Suddenly his love shone:
-I love you so much, bear.
- I love you too.
- I know, you didn't sleep today?
Sister Nargiza hurriedly replied:
"I slept, boy, I slept," he said with a fake smile, in a very thoughtful
tone.
Sanjar appeared on the threshold:
- Do we have breakfast today, the moon? I'm late for school.
Sister Nargiza slowly kissed Sabir and took him out on the porch, and
they started breakfast with gusto.
In this way the days were connected to the days. Sister Nargiza's
patience was tested. Looking at her son's sad eyes, the fibers of her heart
broke one by one, but she did not extinguish her longing for a miracle.
Spring was annoyed by the slow steps. The white snow washed away
an entire guard on the ground. Begard put on a blue-green dress on the
floor.
Early morning. Sister Nargiza grew wheat with good intentions and
began to enjoy sumalak.
Sitting on the porch, Sabir watched the clear sky, the clouds floating
on his face for a long time. At that moment, he wanted to fly like a bird
in the sky. Some force makes him stand up. He tried to stand up many
times, each time falling on his face. Today’s passion challenged him
with a special confidence. He removed the veil he was wearing. He
moved slowly.
He lay down twice. He tried to get up again, and finally succeeded.
He took a few steps. Sanjar, who appeared at the front door, saw his
brother and shouted:
-Moooom ... My brother got up. Look at the bear!
Sister Nargiza rushed out of the kitchen:
- Why are you shouting? Peace? Sanjar's tongue was caught in
tears. "Look," he gestured to his brother. Onaizor dong froze. Excited,
the bowl in his hand fell to the ground and shattered. Sister Nargiza
leaned towards her son. He hugged Sabir's legs, sometimes laughing and
sometimes whispering in a mixture of tears: -Allah has heard my cries.
My prayers have been answered. Thank God ...
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