PATTERN 

   The face of the sky has not been revealed today. For some reason, the moon is hiding behind the clouds. When brother Rustamjon was nearing the road, his heart was troubled. When he got up in the morning, his nerves were much calmer, his brain was clear, his mood was high, he left the house wearing the most beautiful dress that suited him. There was no place where he did not go looking for work all day. He didn't even know how long he sat at the roadside station, angry that the day had passed. This has been the case for several days. He is sad as if his grief has overflowed his heart. If this situation continues like this, there is no question that he will become mad. The arrival of the bus made brother Rustamjon a little more alert. He remembered his wife and son who remained at home. He remembered, got up and continued on his way. When he was crossing the main road, he was startled by the loud signal. At the same time, he did not have time to go to the other side of the road...

  Izzat, who has been having fun with his friends all day long from the party, is sitting behind the wheel of a car. He liked the wind blowing through the window. Her plaid shirt was fluttering, and her hair, which was blowing in the wind, matched her face, and seemed to increase her joy by twofold. His eyes are shining with joy.

  He looked at every person, trees and even cars with a smile. He saw the ghost in front of him in the light of the cars and barely had time to press the brakes. Brother Rustamjon was confused with fear. "I'm sorry, brother, I didn't notice with my imagination." Izzat was silent for a while, and seeing the pale faces of his brother Rustamjon, he did not say anything. Fortunately, a human child is not capable of reading what is going on in his mind. At that time, only he and the Creator know how much he is cursing him from the inside. Izzat, who didn't realize what was going on inside, said, "Come on, brother, get in the car." I will take it to your house. "You are not well," he said. They reached Rustamjon brother's house in an instant. Concerned, Izzat repeatedly asked how he was doing. Brother Rustamjon apologized like a guilty person and invited him to his home. But he said that it was late at night and got into his car. At that moment, the gate opened and Rustamjon's wife appeared. He felt strange when he looked in that direction. He even started looking for his key to start his car. But the key was in place. "Yes, did you lose anything?" - asked brother Rustamjon. "Yes, here, here, I found it. We will definitely meet again", they said goodbye. Along the way, Rustamjon's wife did not leave his sight. Because when the woman opened the gate, she was sitting in a wheelchair.

    A few days passed. For some reason, Izzat could not forget brother Rustamjon and his woman sitting in a wheelchair. He left work early today. He took gifts from the store and went to get news from them. He arrived and knocked on the door slowly with a thousand hesitations. When a man's voice was heard from inside saying, "Come in, the door is open," the fog of anxiety dissipated a little. As Izzat entered the gate, he glanced at the yard. Cabbage is saranjan-sarishta. The sweet smell of basil planted in the yard opens the mind. Seeing Rustamjon aka Izzat:
  - Come on, guest, come on. Welcomed Izzat warmly. 

     "I wanted to hear from you today," he said, his face brightening. They hugged like loved ones and went inside.
    -O my brother, you have done very well. I was bored myself. Let's talk for fun?
    -Yes- he said laughing and then became serious; you haven't left my mind from yesterday. You looked a little confused. I did not dare to ask that day.

    - I have been looking for a job for a long time. There is no office I haven't been to, no door I haven't entered, - Rustamjon said, handing a cup of tea to the guest. He sipped the hot tea and felt as if his tiredness and heartache had disappeared. He took a deep breath and hesitated, not knowing where to begin.
- My brother Izzatjon, I am the reason why you are in this situation. Yes, yes, I'm the reason. If I had done the work that day without rushing to my relatives, maybe... Yes, maybe, he wouldn't be in such a situation today...

Every Thursday of the week, my friends and I sit in a cafe. On this day in the morning, I had to arrange the heavy firewood in the oven and burn it evenly. Because I was in a hurry to be with my friends, I got on the horse of anger, saying that I will do more to God tomorrow. It wasn't until I came to the teahouse for an hour that the phone rang. I didn't answer the calls because I was angry. We sat for a long time with Ulfats. Finally, when I picked up the phone, my son said: “Dad, dad, come quickly. We are in the hospital now. My mother was cleaning the oven, and all the wood that she had laid fell on it. My mother is unconscious. He hasn't even opened his eyes yet. Please come soon. I'm scared," he cried.

  Hearing this unpleasant news, I broke out in a cold sweat. When I ran to the hospital, I was overjoyed to see my mother and son sitting in front of the intensive care unit. The doctor said Adolat was seriously injured. After first aid, his condition improved. But they said that his legs might stop working.
   A month later, I brought Adolat home from the hospital. Now I spend a lot of time with him. Such words. Forgetting the habits of my youth, I am like a blind man, there is no difference between tomorrow and night. I'm making a living, even if I'm poor. Even though it was a fixed job, he punched me with determination

After Izzat listened attentively, for some reason, his respect for this person increased in his heart. Glancing, he thought about how to do good. when he heard the story of a young man who had not tasted life's difficulties, his heart felt as if it was cut off with a "crack".
Izzat looked at brother Rustamjon as if to say, "I can go now." When you get to the door:
- What kind of work did you do before? he asked.
- I graduated from architecture and worked in this field.

  Hearing such an answer, he was happy in himself, "Brother, you're leaving. Say we're colleagues. Don't worry. We'll meet tomorrow, God willing." He was always worried that my brother was not there, and Rustamjon's head went up to the sky when he was in awe of his brother.
      After a long time, the relationship between them improved. They became like brothers. With the help of Izzat, Adolat was treated by the best doctors. He started walking like before. Now there is no happier person than Rustamjon brother.

Nazokat Urinboeva was born on July 8, 2001 in Tashkent, Uzbekistan. She graduated with a Silver Medal for Academic Achievement. She has published more than 30 journalistic articles in national newspapers and magazines, more than 15 scientific articles in prestigious journals abroad. She has participated in such creative national and international anthologies as ” My mother tongue is my source of inspiration”, “Followers of Erkin Vahidov”, “Nurafshan inspirations”, “Promising step”, “Uzbek writer’s part II, III “, ” Happy writers”, “The song of Uzbek Homeland”, ” World in Uzbekistan” and ” Namaste India magazine” , “MT Kenya Times” daily a paper.

She became an international brand ambassador of Noel Lorenz House of Fiction. Coordinator the Working Group ” Juntos por las Letras” of Argentine International Writer’s. She is a member of: the Global Friends Club of Georgia;the Indian organization “Namaste India Magazine Art Council”; “World spiritual humanity peace and literary association Bangladesh”; “Poetas Intergalácticos Ecuador”; “Unión Mundial De Poetas Escritores, México y el Mundo”; “SharEvery Global Foundation”, “International Literacy Study Group”.