English poetic adaptation (song-style):
I carry all my sorrow in my heart,
I take my longing everywhere I go.
When I hear your voice, my soul still shakes,
Please don’t cry from missing me, my mom.
If I hide my love deep down inside,
If I fail to say how much I care,
Please don’t say, “My child has me forgot,”
Please don’t cry from longing, mom, my dear.
If I spread my pain before your eyes,
I know your heart could never bear it all.
That is why I keep it locked inside,
Please don’t cry for me at all, my mom.
For me you gave up everything you had,
Knowing this, my conscience won’t stay still.
Far away, I carry all your pride,
Please don’t think of me so much, my mom.
Think of yourself, at least just once or two,
Your whole life’s been “my child” night and day.
I know I am the heartbeat in your chest,
But please, just once, think of yourself… my mom.

Nigora Nurullayeva has actively participated in numerous competitions, contests, projects, and webinars to date. She is the proud recipient of multiple local and international certificates, reflecting her dedication, initiative, and commitment to continuous learning. I often write some poems and stories.