Poetry from Surayyo Xolmurodova

Young Central Asian teen girl with long black hair and brown eyes and an embroidered blue and purple hat and white ruffly blouse.
Surayyo Xolmurodova

A piece of my life, from the days spent with my father.

Although I am a girl who does not like simple wealth, but my heart is very delicate, because until this time, my father did not speak harshly to me, even if he beat me, he told us later why he did that. It's true that my father didn't have to explain much to us, but he told us not to get the wrong idea.

From a young age, he was against us wearing shorts. And when my mother said let her dress modernly, and my father always repeated: "If your daughters wear short clothes, whatever mistakes they make, they will not be in paradise, and these walks are not suitable for us. "I liked what my father used to say. Because I felt uncomfortable when I was dressed openly. Even though they were such hard-handed people, they played with us innocently like young children, forgetting the sorrows of the world. 

Even now, that sincere person plays with us not as much as before, but sometimes. That day I went home, my father reprimanded my sister, she was a little upset, after two or three minutes, my father held her hand, raised his little finger as if to say peace. You see, he loves his children very much, even if he hits them a thousand times. But even if we are children, sometimes we do not know how to forget our parents little faults.


Daughter of Kholmurodova Surayyo Sherzod, 2nd year student of the Shahrisabz branch of the Tashkent Institute of Chemical Technology.