физическую и психологическую, она добилось немалого в своей жизни. Этим можно гордится. История Мархабо заслуживает быть прочитанной и услышанной. И быть примером другим девочкам!
Life cycle
She is nineteen. Her parents wish her to marry. In our society, girls are immediately married off as soon as they reach the age of majority. Otherwise, people would call her «Peer Dukhtar” meaning that you are a girl who is old enough but not married yet. And this sounds insulting.
Sitora was informed about her wedding date. She did not want to marry. She ran away and started crying. The skies cried with her. She was standing behind the doors. She could smell the fresh air right after the rain mixed up with the smell of just baked bread in the neighborhood. She thought: “I would miss this yard”.
She did not know anything about life, but she knew everything about housekeeping. Sitora and her younger sister used to live in a big apartment with their parents. Girls were thought how to do housework. By the age of 9 Sitora could prepare food, bake, and watch after her little sister. Once her mother told her: “One day you will get married. And you would live with your husband and his parents. Remember. You must treat them very well. To take care of them like you do it for us”.
Once Sitora was coming back from the school. Her classmate Daud walked her home. They were standing and talking. Suddenly, a neighbor passed by them. He saw two of them holding hands. Sitora noticed the neighbor and ran home. Daud left. Sadly. Sitora was afraid that her parents would know about this case. And she could be bitten up again. Her father was so strict in anything related to boys. He didn’t want people think badly about his daughter. Usually father said: “You can do anything you want when you get married. And you can wear whatever you want when you get married. Until then you must listen to me and follow my rules”. No boys, no friends, no parties!”
Since Sitora got a husband, her life had not changed much. It was like she never left parents’ house. In a new family, she was again like in a prison. She was not allowed to meet friends, to work, to visit her own parents. All her time she was doing home staff, helping mother — in- law around the home. The only place she could visit was her university. At least her father could arrange for her education issues with the new relatives.
Mother — in-law was controlling each step of Sitora. Every day she was preparing a to do list for Sitora. And at the end of the day, she was checking up on everything. Sitora was feeling herself as a slave. Whatever Sitora was doing was wrong for her mother — in-law.
– “You cut it badly. You put it incorrectly. You have mistaken and etc.” This adult woman was attacking Sitora as if she was a cat, and Sitora was a mouse.
After one year Sitora delivered a babe boy. Now, not only Sitora but also her son needed food, cloth and other things. Every time Sitora asked her husband to buy something for her or her son. The mother-in-law would get mad, saying “You eat too much. You would be fat. No need to buy sausages. It is waste of money”.
One evening, mother — in-law said to Sitora: “You don’t earn money, so please, be kind, stop asking my son to buy for you unnecessary stuff”. Sitora's heart swelled with resentment and it was ready to explode from the pain like sausages do when they are overboiled. She said nothing. Just left the room.
Years passed. Sitora decided to divorce. She got a job. Rent an apartment and left her husband. Her son left with her. Being a divorced woman in our society is something bad. But it is another story to write about.
Few years later. Sitora’s son was already 21. He graduated university. He met a girl and fell in love with her. Wedding. New bride at home. This time Sitora is a mother-in-law herself.
One evening Sitora came home after work. She noticed that food was not prepared. The house was not cleaned. She said to her son and his wife: “Why food is not served? Why is it so dirty at home? In the morning you both sleep. You both should respect me more. I work hard to feed us. And you too just watching movies all night long. And sleeping in the morning instead of making a breakfast for me. It won’t work like this.”
Her son looked straight into her eyes. And asked his mother: “Mom, did you like the way my grandmother used to treat you when you were young? You should not do the same mistakes with my wife. Please, accept and treat her as if she was your own daughter”.
Friendship. Love. Forgiveness
This is a story about a brave and kind bear. Throughout his life he used to meet different kind of other animals. Some were his besties, other were enemies. At some point, he lost his loved one. But despite of difficulties he had; he could overcome them. His pure heart helped him to express his mercifulness and be patient.
Here is how it started.
A small cute bear was walking in the forest. His name was Tom. His parents were from the Central Asia. Asian bears are strong and brave. They can climb and swim well. They run very fast. But our bear Tom was born in the West. As his family moved here long time ago for better life.
The weather was so nice. And Tom decided to enjoy it. While taking a walk. He was sometimes happily jumping and dancing. The smile was always on his face. On his
