Xadicha Odilova

Иллат излаганга иллатдир дунё,
Ғурбат излаганга ғурбатдир дунё.
Ким нени изласа, топгай бегумон,
Ҳикмат излаганга ҳикматдир дунё.
🦢
🤍

My students at Inter Nation and even my neighbours probably think I’m a very soft person.
Reality check: outside, and especially with family, I can be quite the opposite
😅
Today in a taxi, the driver mildly blamed me for something unimportant, and I immediately started defending my point too firmly. Then, the following conversation went on:
— Toshkentlikmisiz?
— Yo‘q, Andijondan.
— Andijonliklar bunaqa bo‘lmasdi-ku…
— Bunaqa agressiv emas demoqchimisiz?
— Ha.
— Andijondagi istisnoman
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The reaction of two other women in the car who fully supported the driver and were against me:
🤯
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P. S. We anyways went exactly the route I had wanted.
This is me… real me.
Does what she thinks is right, when she wants, the way she wants
😐

I really thought that working only three days a week would finally give me enough time to do everything I want for myself.
What a naive me
😅
Turns out, time is never really “enough.” There’s always something to do, somewhere to go, someone to care for, and somehow the days still feel too short.

Last autumn, when I had just joined Inter Nation, a new student came to my class –
Ms Shaxribonu.
A professional chemistry teacher. A director of her own learning center. A woman with a family. A business. And still with the courage to start learning English.
When she joined my class for the first time, I understood something immediately: the level was right for her, but the group was not.
So I moved her to another group that was actually one month ahead. She had studied at an Elementary level at Inter nation before, but with me she continued from Pre-Intermediate.
To be honest, sometimes it felt uncomfortable for me to be strict with her. She is older than me. She is a director. And I have seen so many arrogant teenagers who argue back whenever I ask for homework. But her reaction was always different. Whenever she couldn’t finish something, she would simply say:
“I’m sorry, Ms Xadicha. I will try better”.
With sincerity. With humility.
In the summer she travelled to Turkey and missed a month of classes. When she came back, the administration placed her in a lower group. But I interfered and returned her to her former group. Not because her level was strong. But because
our time together was limited.
Eventually, she took the IELTS exam without even finishing the whole course with me:
5.5!
But for her documents to move abroad,
she needed at least 6.0.
At that moment she told me something:
“Ms Xadicha… I feel my real level is 5.5”.
And at that point I probably used my best persuasive skills to convince her she deserved 6.0 and should retake the test.
During the last 10 days we didn’t do anything magical:
she practised as much as she could. We prayed. We believed.
Next week, in shaa Allah,
she will become a mother again.
And somehow that makes this result feel even more special to me. Because when I now look at these numbers: 5.5 vs 6.0
–
I don’t just see an IELTS score.
I see a woman who was preparing for an exam while preparing to bring a new life into this world.
And I feel incredibly happy that I was a small part of her story.
Because sometimes a 6.0 achieved with struggle, faith and perseverance means much more than a
7.0 someone could have reached… but gave up on halfway.
☕️

Her result 10 days ago:
5.5
Her result today:
6.0
😁
🔥
But this story is not really about numbers.

AlhamdulilLah
😭
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Allah gave us what we needed even though our efforts and duas were below mediocre
😭
🥹
I’ll share the whole story behind this 6.0 later, in shaa Allah
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Once I heard someone say that the beauty of this world is just a preview of eternal Jannah; like
a very brief teaser
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Our manager texted me early this morning asking me to come tomorrow for a meeting. The only detail:
tomorrow isn’t my working day.
So I started gently punching back with mild complaints like:
“Why am I working 0.25 stavka if you keep calling me to meetings every now and then?”
Later when I complained to my colleague as well, she’s telling me:
“You’re too innocent for this world. They’re planning to give us presents for March 8. That’s why he called you”.
So… it turns out I complained about being called on my day off – when they just want to give us presents for March 8
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Embarrassing
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I closed the book
There Are Rivers in the Sky
for the last time.
It wasn’t an easy read, but I did it! I took breaks in between and read it slowly – not because I was bored, but because the emotions were intense. I felt the heroes’ pain deeply and often found myself overwhelmed. So this book is probably not recommended for overly sympathetic souls.
These final lines made me pause and reflect. For me, this idea became the main takeaway from the book:
“Everyone in this world has some bent or inclination which, if fostered by favourable circumstances, will colour the rest of his life.
Everyone has a gift. Given a chance and a modicum of support, anyone can elevate their skill. In the end, perhaps what separates one individual from another is not talent but passion. And what is passion if not a restlessness of the heart, an intense yearning to surpass your limits, like a river overflowing its banks?”
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I have some students who believe that desperately wanting to improve their English (even panicking about it) will actually help them progress
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But English improves not because of the intensity of your emotions, but because of regular exposure and steady effort.