Mother

The word starting with Bismillah, 

Good causes evil, 

I read the Qur’an myself, 

Your daughter will be old, mother. 

Knowing the value of prayer 

Praying in prayer 

Building palaces in heaven 

Your daughter will be old, mother. 

A companion for goodness 

Only the head is bowed in prostration 

Tears of joy 

Your daughter will be old, mother. 

Carrying it on his shoulder 

Be safe, don’t be sick 

If you call, it’s one below 

Your daughter will be old, mother. 

Always thank God 

I’ll take it to 

McCullough Two worlds for reward 

Your daughter will be old, mother. 

Your husband is like Ali 

You won’t be able to dream. 

Wearing the crown of memory 

Your daughter will be old, mother. 

Ibrahimova Halima Vahobjonovna was born on February 11, 2007 in the Shafirkon district of the Bukhara region of the Republic of Uzbekistan. Currently, she is a 10th grade student of the 7th MFCHÕIDUM in Uchkuduq District, Navoi Region. Until now, she participated in several international competitions and anthologies and received certificates. She is the author of the poetry book “Lines in my heart” and a candidate for the state award named after Zulfiya. Some of her poems have been published in magazines and newspapers. She’s the owner of the “Young Creator 2024” badge, and a member of the People’s Democratic Party.