THE SCENT OF SOIL
CHAPTER I – Dreams Born in the Shadow of the Harvest
I was born in a simple village. Here, mornings began before the sun rose and after the work was done. People didn’t consider us rich, but we had one treasure — patience.
My parents would head to the fields early in the morning. I sat in a classroom with faded walls, flipping through every page of the textbook like it was a treasure.
My passion for books was strange — they gave me a light, hopeful feeling. Every word, every verse seemed to whisper: “Though you are here for now, another path awaits you.” But that path wasn’t easy to reach.
In grades seven and eight, I would open my notebook at night, exhausted from the fieldwork. On top of my fatigue came my mother’s soft but heavy words: “What will studying bring you? Better find a job.”
Her words weren’t wrong. She lived on one side of life, while I was discovering the other.
CHAPTER II – One Room, One Dream, One Sharp Truth
I will never forget the day I arrived in the city.
A dorm room shared with three others, stuffy air, a heart full of questions.
I remember dipping my mom’s homemade bread in hot water during the first week.
The city felt foreign — noise, flashy ads, indifferent faces.
I was a village boy who hugged his notebook, wore the same uniform for a week.
After classes, I carried loads on the streets. Some laughed when they saw me. But I knew one thing: this was temporary.
Yes, it hurt now, but tomorrow it would bear fruit.
The hardest day — winter of my first year. On the phone, my mother said:
— We couldn’t send money. I asked for credit at the store today…
Tears welled up in my eyes. But I told myself: “You are not one to be defeated. Those who are patient, win.”
CHAPTER III – A Dawn Seen Through Dewdrops
Years passed. I worked two jobs — studied by day, translated and taught by night.
Every new word I learned, every scholarship I earned — were sprouts of the dreams planted in the harvest’s shadow.
One day, my professor called me:
— Your writings are great. Write a research paper, we’ll recommend you for a grant.
That day, for the first time, I felt a strong belief in my heart: “I can do it.”
I won the grant. I got the chance to study abroad.
But it didn’t change who I was — I was raised by the sandy roads of the village, my mother’s sweaty forehead, and the pages of books from my childhood.
CHAPTER IV – A Quiet Life Behind Success
Now I’ve graduated. I have a job, I’ve published articles.
But every time I hold a pen, I remember the first story I wrote — in an old village notebook.
Whenever I set a new goal, I hear my mother’s words: “We believe in you.”
Success is not about money or fame.
It’s about reading on an empty stomach at night, taking action through tears, rising after falling — fulfilling the promise you made to yourself.
CHAPTER V – Traces Etched in the Heart
As the years passed, I adapted to a new city, a new life.
Now the city’s noise has found its echo in my heart, and my eyes no longer see dreams, but well-planned goals.
Yet the village — it always lives within me.
One day, I was invited back to my old school — for a meeting titled “Young People Who Have Successfully Completed Their Studies.”
When I walked in, I searched for my younger self in the pictures on the classroom wall.
Children with dreams, just like I had, sat in the chairs. I saw that familiar spark of passion in their eyes.
Standing among eyes that looked like mine once did, I said:
— I came from among you. I’ve tilled soil, walked to school in the rain, stayed hungry, cried. But I never gave up on my dreams.
Know this — you can do it too. Those who win with patience, not impatience, are truly strong.
After the event, I sat in the schoolyard, closed my eyes under the sun’s rays on my forehead.
I thought: how many days I cried, dreaming of this sunshine.
Now I could look straight at the sun — because my dreams had not only come true, they had opened paths for others.
I will continue to write — not for myself anymore, but for the children still clutching their old notebooks.
Because behind every success story, there are footprints etched into the heart that lead the way for others.
This story is not merely about a young man’s journey from a village to the city, from struggles to triumphs.
It is the inseparable union of patience, determination, hardship, and hope.
If one can discover the hidden strength within, even the roughest roads can lead to the stars.
Sadoqat Qahramonovna To’rayeva was born on March 26, 2005, in Gurlan district of the Khorezm region. She graduated from School No. 23 in Gurlan district and studied at the academic lyceum of Urgench State University from 2021 to 2023. Currently, she is a second-year student at the Faculty of Philology and Art of Urgench State University named after Abu Rayhon Beruni.
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