My homeland! There are many villages, many cities, and many countries. But you are the only one, in you I ate the Sun with mother's milk. You cannot be replaced. You can be without me. But I cannot be without you.

Ardamehr (Fateh Abdullah)

Truly, whoever loves something and writes its name on a stone, writes on a field, writes on water, writes on the wind. And I also love one, and I write its name on my heart, I write it on my blood, I write it on my bones... and I wrote: Tajikistan! Yes, I love independent Tajikistan. I have said this and will continue to say it in the future: I love this pure sunny land; I love this piece of memory from the soil of my ancestors. I love every its city, every village, every mountain and valley. I consider every piece of stone, every drop of water, every particle of its soil sacred.

And my love for Tajikistan begins with my love for my homeland. My homeland is my mother, my homeland is my sacred place.

What happens when you don't love your own mother, but love someone else's mother? How can forget the love of myself sacred land? No, may the day I do not love you, let my name be forgotten by everyone, if I give up your name, oh my mother, oh my sacred one, oh my heavenly and independent Tajikistan!

My homeland! How can I not love you, you are a piece of Tajikistan. How can I forget your name, I was born in your lap, I grew up in your hug. You are my sweet memory. You are in me, I am all yours. You are in Tajikistan, Tajikistan is in you. I love you, I love Tajikistan.

I want to spread my wings and fly, to reach the highest peaks of knowledge. I want to be your beloved child, a beloved child of Tajikistan!!!

 

Senior lecture of

Foreign languages department of TSUFE

Romiz Dustmurodov