Illustration: AI
PATIENCE
I understood that the woman standing at the station was in a hurry. He was flaming around, not paying attention to the falling rain. Then I slowly came to her and said: „Peace, sister?” Do you seem in a hurry?
- I am not a man, said the woman. I am in a hurry to the city hospital.
We are on the same path, sister. If you are patient, we will ride the „route” together. I will show you where to go. Expressing his gratitude, he ran away from the rain and went under my umbrella. Their faces were wet from the rain and even reddened from the cold.
My daughter was in the hospital, I was going to see her. I'm in a hurry not to be late. Even if a child grows up, he is still a child.
Time has become slow, the days are not blessed, and the darkness has fallen very quickly. I am well aware that it is more difficult for those who come from really remote areas to return home in the dark. As I was the first to raise my hand to the speeding „Damas”, we had to get out of the car first. But when we approached the car, those who came running behind us quickly got into the car. I spoke to people who were riding in a car and who were known to know each other.
Brothers, I raised my hand first. You have no right to break the queue. Then he sat in the front seat of the car:
If you want the truth, go to the prosecutor! said. Complaints are not taxed there.
After these sarcastic words, the car was shaken by the laughter. There was no need to say anything after that.
Trying to behave myself:
- I can wait, but this woman is rushing to the hospital, I said. At this time, the driver also joined the conversation:
- He sneered that if he blows, he will fly to the hospital.
After repeated bursts of laughter, the doors were closed and the car drove away from us. After waiting for some time, luckily another „route” came to us. We got into the car. It's getting late however, our sister was completely silent after the conversation. While we were on the road, Damas, which had an accident, was standing on the side of the road. Our driver stopped his car. „Let's go and see what happened,” he said, leaving the car running and came quickly. Poor people, he said. „Damas” driving in front of me had an accident. - Is it bothering? Is there anyone injured? I asked the driver.
In any case, there are wounded, said the driver. As the car that was hit was the prosecutor's car... the people in „Damas” must have been seriously injured. Now they are all being taken to the city hospital.
Out of the corner of my eye, I looked at my sister, after all, those who sat in front of us in „Damas” and mocked us were also being taken to the hospital where our sister was going. But she was whispering as if praying and asking God for their forgiveness.
THE WORLD ITSELF IS A MARKET
A person entering the market looks for cheap and high-quality goods. For this purpose, he goes around and asks for a price. Mole chooses. I had the same thought when we went to the market with brother Luqman during the party. After walking around the market and looking at the products, we went to an old woman who was selling in a corner, dressed in a kimono. The price of their products is slightly higher than others. However, brother Luqman surprised me and said that the products are from this seller decided to take: „Two kilos of potatoes, one kilo of onions, two kilos of tomatoes” he went to bargain. The woman was happy and began to weigh her products, her hands trembling with excitement. I was displeased and after counting the money, my surprise did not disappear and I looked at brother Luqman. He was calm as usual.
While taking other things and loading them into the car: „Brother, have you ever been to the market?” I said, „Do you know how to bargain?”
- Yes, I know, but I can't say that I know well, but I will try.
- If you try, can you buy something worth five hundred soums for seven hundred soums?
-That's exactly why I did it.
„Is there any harm in finishing the work and now doing the calaka?" I looked at brother Luqman. Did you observe the condition of that woman? He was naked, his face was bleeding, and an old man on top of that. Even now it is known that he does not have a breadwinner. This woman needs money more than anyone else. Therefore, it is unconscionable not to trade from it. This world is also a huge market. He also has stone scales. Only those who follow it well will win, brother.
Looking at the face of brother Luqman, I felt a special feeling. My pleasure increased. My heart spreads like a dewy leaf in the early morning. Are we lucky enough to know the true science of trading in the so-called world market?
Utkir Alimov was born on June 10, 1989 in Dekhkanabad district of Kashkadarya region. In 2013-2014, he studied at Mariupol State University of Ukraine ,,Preparatory'' (Pod course). In 2017- 2021, he studeid at the ,,International Relations'' faculty of the International Osmania University of India. He started his career in Uzbekistan as the head of the Department In the editorial office of the ,,Uzbekistan”' magazine, founded by the 2022 Committe on International Relations and Friendship with Foreign Countries. After that, he worked as a leading editor at the Media center and President ,,POOL'' center of the Uzbekistan National News Agency (UzA). Since 2023, he was been working effectively as a Deputy Editor-in-Chief in the International Department of the Uzbekistan National News Agency. During his creative career, he actively participated in various cultural and educational events held in countries such as Russian, Turkey, Nepal, Serbia, South Korea, Saudi Arabia and won prizes. His articles were also published in foreign publications.
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