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INSPIRATIONAL STORIES

Copyright 2017 Muyassar Sattarova

Published by Muyassar Sattarova



Offence and mud



Once somebody asked an old wise man: “Why don’t you answer the offences to your address”? The clever man said: When somebody offends you, it means that he throws some mud at you. In order to answer him, I must take this mud into my arms and only then, I have to throw the mud back at him, but I don`t want to be soiled.



An unplanned present



Imona: -My God! Why didn`t you listen to me? You know that I prayed so that you should save my things: my house, my laptop, my mobile phone and I would always have everything by me, but what is the reason of the fact that my mobile phone has been broken? You knew that I had only one mobile phone!

God: -Don`t you really believe me? You had no money. I helped you earn enough money to buy a new mobile phone. Now you have just bought a new phone that is much better than your old broken one. If you don`t like your new mobile phone, I can leave you with your old phone and I will take your new one back. Do you want?



Mother`s love



-Mom, why should I clean the table and wash the dishes? I don`t want to do this. Everybody gets money for his job, but why should I do all of these free-of-charge?

-Oh, I think, I was not as clever as you to give a birth to a girl, bring her up, cook, wash, clean for her and give everything she needed only for free!

True love

-You must lose weight.

-Why?

-Men don`t love fat women.

-Really? Anyway, I don`t need a man, who will leave me only because I am fat. Because I would love my husband, even when he became old and ugly.



The power of love



There was an early morning. A little girl was sleeping in her beautiful, tiny room. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, it seemed that the day promised to be wonderful. Even the cold weather was pleasant. Unfortunately, it was not the sun, or the weather, which woke the girl up. It was the noise, which came from the bedroom of her parents. Even though she opened her eyes, she didn`t hurry to stand up. She was listening. If she had been older, she would have already run away from the house, but she was too young, too helpless, too depressed to do it. It was not for the first time that parents had quarreled. Anytime when they were quarrelling, Imona, their daughter, wanted to escape far from her parents, or not to listen to the quarrels.



The strangest thing was that the parents were so busy with their “conversation”, that they completely forgot about their daughter. Now she remembered about her friend Madina… Her parents shouted at each other more and more loudly as if they had been competing to win the game “Who will cry louder?” In her mind, she was with her friend again. She remembered, no, she tried to remember the moments clearly how her friends’ mother and father came into the room with a big birthday cake, and they congratulated her daughter – Madina on her birthday kissing her and saying all their best wishes. Nevertheless, that kiss and wishes were not so valuable for Imona, as her friend`s mother and father’s love for their daughter. For the first time in her life, Imona realized how little or no attention her parents paid to herself, and she understood how she would love to be in the place of her friend with loving parents. She would do her best at school she would help them, do everything they said, but…



Suddenly slammed door made her return to the reality. Everything was perfect: the day, the weather, their house and others but, now Imona saw, heard, thought, felt sorry only about her crying mother and angry, trying to solve problems or forget about them with the help of alcohol, father. In her small heart, there were all the sorrows, depression, anger, frustration, feelings of faults of life. Maybe they would not have been quarrelling if she had not been born. Perhaps, but she would never know about it.



Imona looked like a little robot now: she got up early everyday thanks to her parents ate something she found from refrigerator, then she went to school, studied, came back home even though she didn`t want it. Again, nobody met her, nobody waited for her at home. No, no, her parents were always at home, but they were not in the mood to look after their daughter.



When she entered the house, her mother was crying again. “My marriage was the greatest mistake I have ever done, but, I know it is never late to correct the mistakes, I will correct now,”-said her mother, and she went into the kitchen. Imona wondered, and went after her mother into the kitchen. Her mother was standing with a knife in her right hand beside the table as if she was going to kill herself. The little girl understood it, came up to her mother running and hugged her: “I love you, Mom! Don`t leave me alone! You need me. Don`t go”-said Imona with tears in her eyes. Maybe it seems strange but her mother changed her mind. They didn`t know how long they had been crying and hugging. At last, she was with her mother she was not alone any more. After that, her mother prepared dinner for her daughter for the first time since a long time ago.



During the dinner, she remembered her father. She took her mobile phone and wrote a message for him. Her father came in the house in half an hour after the massage was sent. He didn`t get drunk this time. His eyes were shining with tears and he couldn`t help stopping them. He hugged her mother first, and her daughter then. They all were crying again, and laughing at the same time, but this time they were the tears of happiness! When Imona went to bed and slept with her parents on both sides in her bed, both hugging her, the mother asked her husband: “What did she write to you?” Her father didn`t say anything, took her mobile phone and showed their daughter`s message to her wife. The massage said: “Dad! Have you eaten anything? We have been waiting for you. The dinner is already ready. Please don`t drink! We love you! Come home as soon as possible.”



A Real Hero



-Everybody likes your book. You are a genius! You are our HERO!

-Do you think so? We can call somebody a hero when he did something impossible!

-You are right. Your books are being translated into foreign languages. Everybody would love to read it all over the world. Do you think it is easy to become a best writer?

-I sat in front of my laptop at home and just wrote. Do you know who the main heroes of my book are?

-No. So, is it a true story?

-Certainly! This book is about my sister. I entered the University. My sister helped my mother earn money for my study. She worked and missed time to get ready for the entrance exams to University. That`s why she failed at the exams 3 times within 3 years! After that, she forgot about studying and went on working.

Maybe everyone can write a great book, but not everyone can sacrifice his life for another. Without my sister there wouldn`t be this book! To say honestly, the real Hero is my sister.



The distance and time matter nothing at all. They just clarify whom you need and who needs you.



Flowers and love



-Why did you buy so many flowers?

-My Darling! This is your birthday! I would like to make you happy.

-You had better have given me the money which you spent on these flowers. You do know well that these flowers cost as much as 5 dresses!

-Dear! I chose such an expensive present for you because you are my dearest! I thought that you would be glad to have flowers but why are you shouting at me?

-My birthday lasts only one day. Tomorrow we will need some money to live again.

-Would you prefer my money rather than my love?



Impatience



-What are you doing, honey? Why are you always opening and looking at that kettle?

-I have a lot to do. That`s why I must hurry, but the water in it has not boiled yet. It seems that I have been opening its lid to see if it has boiled for about years!

-No, Dear! You have planted a tree and now you are rooting it out to see if it is growing and replanting it again and, again. What do you think if the tree will grow?



Wonerful!



In our times the simple words “Love you” and “Thank you” are the most difficult to say and the most strange to hear.



Take a step!



Before the first flight:

“Please, no. I can`t fly! Please! Don`t make me do that! Nooooo…”

After the flight:

“Oh my God! It is quite simple. Why did I not think about it earlier?”



Observation



I don`t understand you, Men: You say “I love you” and then you demand the girl`s photos, address and her status.




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