HUSNORA

“The One Who Strays from the Right Path Ends in Ruin”

From the Author:

This story was not written to promote girls being educated or uneducated. Rather, it was written to encourage everyone to think wisely before acting and to make decisions with their parents’ consent and blessing.

This story is based on real events, and I portrayed them through the character of Husnora. I wrote this story so that others would not repeat the mistakes she made in her youth. If she had not made those mistakes, perhaps she would be happy today.

That is why I wrote this story as a warning to young girls. I hope you will draw the right conclusions from it.

Every person strives to be happy. Happiness cannot be found in money or material things; it is always in one’s own hands. If you stray from the right path, unhappiness awaits you. But if you walk the right path, a beautiful happiness awaits you. You simply need to recognize it—it is often found in the simplest things.

HUSNORA

The noise of cars, the streets crowded with people—everyone busy with their own lives. In a large house at the edge of the street, there was a celebration.

It was May 21st—Husnora’s birthday. All her relatives had gathered; she was turning eighteen. Everyone sincerely congratulated her.

By evening, the guests began to leave. The day ended. The next day she went to school and spent joyful time with her classmates, as they were about to graduate from the eleventh grade.

Two days later, they gathered to hear the final school bell. Everyone was beautifully dressed. They graduated.

Her parents, Hasan aka and Momogul opa, had long been thinking about whether to send their daughter to study further. But they hesitated. Husnora was playful and not very serious. In her younger years, she had made many mistakes. Perhaps because of that, her parents were always worried. Moreover, she often ignored their advice.

June passed with these thoughts.

Without telling her parents, Husnora secretly applied to a medical college because she wanted to become a nurse. The exam day approached, yet her parents knew nothing.

One day, while cleaning the house, Momogul opa accidentally found some documents. Reading them, she realized her daughter had applied to medical college. She sat down and cried for a long time. Then she thought, Is it wrong if my daughter studies?

But still uncertain, she called her husband.

Hasan aka was shocked and angry that his daughter had acted without his permission. That night he argued with Momogul opa.

Husnora had gone to stay at her grandmother Sevara’s house. Sevara lived alone; her husband had died young, and her youngest son lived in Russia. Husnora often stayed with her grandmother.

When her father called angrily, demanding she come home in the morning, Husnora understood the truth had come out.

Her grandmother advised her wisely:
“Without your parents’ blessing, you cannot achieve true happiness.”

But Husnora did not listen.

“I’m eighteen. I can make my own decisions,” she insisted.

Eventually, her father agreed to let her study—but warned her not to disgrace the family.

She passed the exam and was admitted to the Tashkent Medical College. Her family felt uneasy because of her past behavior.

In Tashkent, Husnora made new friends. Instead of focusing on her studies, she spent time going out, dressing fashionably, meeting boys, and enjoying city life.

She met Sardor and Shavkat—two young men who followed the girls everywhere. Eventually, friendships turned into romance. The boys often had no money and made the girls pay for outings.

One night, drunk and out of control, the boys tried to assault Husnora. Terrified, she escaped and hid until morning. She later learned they were gamblers and drug users.

Despite everything, she continued her careless lifestyle.

She graduated and returned home. Her father organized a feast to celebrate her diploma, but she embarrassed him by wearing revealing clothes in front of guests.

Later, she began working at a hospital. There she met Shuhrat, a doctor who showed her attention. She did not know he was married with children.

They spent evenings together. Her father warned her again, but she accused him of interfering in her life.

Eventually, a proposal came from a city man named Farhod. He was handsome and well-dressed. She agreed quickly, dreaming of city life.

After marriage, Farhod revealed his violent nature. He suffered from epilepsy and often beat her. He forced her to write a statement humiliating herself.

She became pregnant. The abuse continued.

One day, during a seizure, Farhod died from an overdose. His family accused Husnora of killing him. They took her son Jonibek away and expelled her from the house.

Despite her attempts through court, she could not regain custody.

Years passed. Jonibek grew up calling his grandmother “mother,” unaware of his real mother. He was raised to hate Husnora.

Husnora lived with deep regret.

If only she had listened to her parents…
If only she had chosen wisely…
Perhaps her life would have been different.