In the hospital

Mubina has been suffering for four months without finding a cure for her pain. Doctors say that she is seriously ill. Her legs do not even rest at night under the moon. She seemed to get used to it after awhile but Mubina’s heart ached very badly. Lying in this four-walled hospital is heartbreaking. She wants to walk the streets and sit in a circle with her relatives.

Mubina especially misses her only son very much. His son has gone to the city. Oisi has come once since she was admitted to the hospital. He sat there for half an hour and said he had work to do. That day Mubina’s mouth was in his ear. Relatives of other patients came almost every day. They bring different types of food.

Mubina eats a bite of food and lies down facing the door. And so the days pass. The same door opened and her son came. Hot bread and cream in hand. He sat hugging his mother.

– Have you recovered, mother?

– Yes, thank you, my child. What are you doing?

– On the go with work. After all, business does not wait.

– Yes, learn from my businessman son, said Mubina happily.

– Frankly, I want to sell the house. Don’t give me money for business.

Mubina’s eyes widened and she screamed.

– The yard left by your father! I will never agree!

– After all, this is business

– After all, there is no end

Her son was also angry

– Shall I ask for your consent? I can sell the house in my name if I want, I can sell it together with the land if I want.

After saying these words, he closed the door and left. Mubina’s eyes filled with tears.

Hospital. It’s nine o’clock in the evening. A poor mother who didn’t even have the love of her own son passed away. Her illness did not kill her. Endless heartache killed her.

Author: Nurullayeva Mushtariy 

She is a student of the 8th grade of the creative school named after Hamid Olimjon and Zulfiya