Essay from Dilobar Maxmarejabova

Young Central Asian woman with long curly dark hair, a thick brown coat, and a handful of red tulips

Tulips — The Symbol of Grace


The garden of my childhood was always filled with the scent of flowers. Every spring, blossoms would bloom in our yard, but there was one flower that captivated me more than any other — the tulip.


My grandfather always tended to the flowers with deep affection and taught us to love and care for them. On early spring mornings, he would take a small spade and gently work the soil while I followed him closely, never leaving his side. That’s when I would see the yellow tulips beginning to bloom — as if they carried the joy of spring itself. For me, they were not just ordinary flowers; they were the embodiment of beauty and elegance, the purest reflection of grace.


Many people have asked me: “Why tulips? Aren’t there countless other beautiful flowers in the world?” I simply smile and reply, “Because tulips are love. They are not just flowers — they awaken feelings deep within the heart.”


When I look at a tulip, something inside me stirs. It’s as if the flower is whispering a secret, trying to awaken the most delicate emotions within me. Every petal is a melody; every color, a feeling. Though the tulip bows toward the earth, it spiritually reaches for the sky.


The tulip is life itself. For the eye that sees beauty and the heart that feels elegance, there is no sight more enchanting.


Dilobar Maxmarejabova Elbek qizi is a second-year student at the
University of Journalism and Mass Communications, majoring in
Philology and English Language Teaching.

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