Xadicha Odilova
At least
there’s a silver lining
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I wasn’t wearing my most beautiful white skirt with pink sneakers
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I don’t like complaining, but…..
for over a year I’ve been commuting to work through gridlocks because of the construction of a new bridge. Just recently, when the President visited Samarkand, they seemingly finished everything and I enjoyed about one glorious week of normal traffic
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Now they’ve dug up what they had already closed… which means the work wasn’t actually finished; it was just ceremonially finished.
And today, to avoid being late, I had to go out of the taxi and run like crazy only to end up with my shoes covered in mud
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Oh Allah, forgive me for my negativity
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It always happens: you carefully analyse everything students already understood and feel tempted to skip something without analysing it – and
that’s exactly where they made a mistake
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Now I’m in such a great equilibrium with my work at Inter Nation. I feel so free there. Working has never felt this easy. Maybe it’s because of my students’ level, or the fact that I only work three days a week. I don’t know the reason, but I really love this phase.
Going to my dearest Andijan
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Our taxi driver is from Samarkand, and we are his first passengers heading to the Valley. Until now, he has only driven the Samarkand–Tashkent–Samarkand route, as he told us.
He is genuinely excited to see the two tunnels and the snow on the mountain pass (“pereval”) –
pure, innocent, sincere joy.
He’s even recording a video for his wife just to show her the snow. So cute
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Children live every emotion fully. Have you ever noticed a child being happy about something small? Their fitrah is still untouched, so they absorb joy completely. As we grow older, somehow, we forget how to be happy about the simple pleasures life quietly offers us.
Из хороших новостей… А вот и плоды наших забав
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There’s a long story behind these results. Maybe I’ll share it in a long-read post someday, but not today.
До каких же времён мы дожили?!
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Я слышала, как Имам Аль-Бухари однажды отказал королю, когда тот хотел, чтобы его сыновей обучали у них дома. Он мудро сказал: «Ilm bormaydi, ilmga kelishadi» –
знания приходят к тому, кто к ним стремится.
А сегодня я спокойно, этично и профессионально объяснила ученице, что мне трудно, когда она не делает домашку…
А она встала и ушла, захлопнув дверь с агрессией.
Куда катится мир?!
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Меня воспитывали так, что учитель всегда прав. Даже если вина не моя, я должна извиниться перед учителем – это моё мировоззрение. Я верю: если обидеть учителя, ученик не сможет впитать знания.
Прикол в том, что нынешняя Хадича может спокойно принять эту ученицу обратно, если та решится вернуться. Раньше?
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100% ответила бы на месте и повела бы к администрации.
Время меняет нас… и мир вокруг тоже.
P. S. Интересно, почему я написала все это на русском, а не на английском или же на родном узбекском
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My taxi stories are slowly turning into a small ethnography of everyday communication
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– Singlim, baxtiz bor ekan. Yo’limiz bo’lgani uchun olib ketyabmiz. Bo’lmasa, hech kim olib ketmaydi sizni Qorasuvga.
– Ha, har kuni baxtim kelarkan unda.
– …
Why do I always end up playing with words?
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Sonny is spending his vacation in Andijan, so we took the chance to go to the cinema and watch the second part of
“Paradise Under the Feet of Mothers”.
This morning I tried to hide the traces of last night’s tears under mascara, but I’m still deeply under the impression of the film.
I keep wondering how the director managed to create such overwhelming drama from what seems, at first glance, like a simple story – something often seen in Asian countries. And yet the entire audience was crying.
Maybe I wouldn’t have cried so much if I weren’t a mother myself. If I weren’t a daughter myself.
If I didn’t know what it means to both give and receive maternal love so abundantly.
Strangely, I felt relieved that Adil dies at the end. For someone as vulnerable as him, life after losing his mother would have been unbearably difficult. Even strong and healthy people struggle to live without their mothers.
After all,
«Пусть мама услышит, пусть мама придет
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Ведь так не бывает на свете, чтобы были потеряны дети».
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Иллат излаганга иллатдир дунё, Ғурбат излаганга ғурбатдир дунё. Ким нени изласа, топгай бегумон, Ҳикмат излаганга ҳикматдир дунё.
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Иллат излаганга иллатдир дунё,
Ғурбат излаганга ғурбатдир дунё.
Ким нени изласа, топгай бегумон,
Ҳикмат излаганга ҳикматдир дунё.
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