Belated happiness
Black fate knocked on the door twice in one day: When Bayna Momo buried her two livers, it seemed to her that not only the day but also the sun of her life had gone out. The courtyard was deserted, the tandoor had cooled down, and the table in front of the door lay silent as if it had lost its owner. Previously, this courtyard had been filled with the sound of a man’s footsteps and the laughter of his son.
Bayna Momo was now condemned to live in memories and flickering devotion. People came and went, comforted her, and then everyone dispersed with their own worries. But Grandma Bayna was left alone. Sometimes she would sit by the hearth, staring into the distance, waiting for someone from the past to return.
The horseman Zamon was still wandering around the village. There was no sign of remorse in his eyes. But the people were already thinking about him, and all the old women in the village were secretly cursing the horseman Zamon. Soon, Zamon’s business was not going well: all his horses died in one day, his business was not the same, and his reputation was ruined. People turned their backs on him. It was as if an invisible curse was following him.
One day, Bayna Momo went to the market. There, she saw a young man driving a cart. There was a look of calm mixed with sadness on the young man’s face.
“Thank you, son,” the grandmother said reluctantly.
“Your voice… Your sweet voice and words reminded me of my mother…” he said with tears in his eyes.
From that day on, the courtyard came alive again. Tea would boil on the stove, the smell of bread would come from the oven, and in the evenings, the quiet conversation of two people would be heard in the courtyard. Grandma Bayna straightened up, and the light returned to her eyes. Then she began to think about the future, not the past.
The wind was blowing again. But this time it was not a destructive one, but a warm breeze that swept through the yard.
Bayna Momo realized: a person’s life is a test. Some fall against the wind, while others rise after the wind. Her life had meaning again – the happiness of being a mother!
Saparboyeva Laylo Hajiboy kizi (born in 2010) is a student of the Ogahiy School of Creativity and a young creative writer. She began her creative career by writing poetry in elementary school. After a certain break, she returned to literature and is currently working mainly in prose. Her dedication work “You live in my heart” was published in the newspaper “Khiva Tongi”.
Laylo has also participated in several foreign platforms with her work, and her stories have been published on sites such as The Seoul Times and Synchronized Chaos. She actively participates in scientific and practical conferences, expressing her thoughts and views on literature and creative thinking. She also writes short stories and fan fiction, which she shares on online platforms.
Her works are mainly devoted to human emotions, inner experiences, and life observations. In the future, she aims to further develop her creative potential and become an internationally recognized writer.