Home life, what a wonderful life it is! When I wake up in the morning, I hear my mother's voice: "Get up, son, the sun is overhead!" And we would hide in the blanket as if sleep was the biggest task in the world. Sometimes we would get butter, milk, and yogurt from mother's hands, sometimes the fragrance of wheat, sometimes the shade of acacia trees, and sometimes the streams of water flowing in the streets... everything felt like our own.
The neighborhood life was also amazing. Sometimes it was fun to hear the neighbors fighting, sometimes we would get angry with someone ourselves and then try to appease them. Sometimes someone would teach us patience, and sometimes we would go around spreading love. Laughter with relatives, giggling over small things... that was our world.
But then one day came when we were told: "Now you will go to the madrassa!"
There was a strange feeling in my heart. On one hand, there was the sadness of leaving my mother's lap, and on the other hand, the excitement of a new world. We looked at the threshold of the house, there were tears in my mother's eyes, and we also felt something breaking inside... but with a mask of bravery on our face, we set off.
Madrassa... the place where we felt like we had come to a different world. In the beginning, everything felt foreign. Neither mother's voice, nor those streets, nor those streams, nor those fights! Just silence... and books.
But slowly we realized that this madrassa is no less than a mother's lap. Here, the teachers explain to us like a father explains with affection, and sometimes we get such scolding that tears come to our eyes, but the heart still agrees.
Here we also made friends... and then the same stories started! Sometimes a fight with someone, sometimes laughing and joking with the same person. One day a fight, the next day friendship. Sometimes telling the state of the heart, sometimes listening to someone's sorrows. It felt like even after being away from home, we were building a new home.
The life of the madrassa not only taught us books, but also taught us how to live. What is patience, how to spread love, how to respect elders, and how to work hard for success—we learned all this here.
Sometimes at night I miss my mother, my eyes get wet... but then the heart convinces itself that we have come here for a good purpose.
Today we laugh too, sometimes we cry too, but one thing is for sure—
We have definitely left home, but to become a star.
The neighborhood life was also amazing. Sometimes it was fun to hear the neighbors fighting, sometimes we would get angry with someone ourselves and then try to appease them. Sometimes someone would teach us patience, and sometimes we would go around spreading love. Laughter with relatives, giggling over small things... that was our world.
But then one day came when we were told: "Now you will go to the madrassa!"
There was a strange feeling in my heart. On one hand, there was the sadness of leaving my mother's lap, and on the other hand, the excitement of a new world. We looked at the threshold of the house, there were tears in my mother's eyes, and we also felt something breaking inside... but with a mask of bravery on our face, we set off.
Madrassa... the place where we felt like we had come to a different world. In the beginning, everything felt foreign. Neither mother's voice, nor those streets, nor those streams, nor those fights! Just silence... and books.
But slowly we realized that this madrassa is no less than a mother's lap. Here, the teachers explain to us like a father explains with affection, and sometimes we get such scolding that tears come to our eyes, but the heart still agrees.
Here we also made friends... and then the same stories started! Sometimes a fight with someone, sometimes laughing and joking with the same person. One day a fight, the next day friendship. Sometimes telling the state of the heart, sometimes listening to someone's sorrows. It felt like even after being away from home, we were building a new home.
The life of the madrassa not only taught us books, but also taught us how to live. What is patience, how to spread love, how to respect elders, and how to work hard for success—we learned all this here.
Sometimes at night I miss my mother, my eyes get wet... but then the heart convinces itself that we have come here for a good purpose.
Today we laugh too, sometimes we cry too, but one thing is for sure—
We have definitely left home, but to become a star.