Попкорн

Проходит еще пару месяцев. Директор цента «Сафо» все время на связи с международной компанией Кока Кола. В результате интервью и долгого отбора кандидатов, все-таки один кандидат получает предложение о работе. И этим человеком оказалось Мархабо. Ура! Еще одна победа в ее копилку! Мечты сбываются.

Мархабо активно участвует в жизни компании. Честно трудится. Всегда на позитиве. Всегда рада помочь коллегам. Ее все любят и уважают. Мама Мархабо очень гордилась своей доченькой. Она говорила, что Мархабо всегда была умницей дома. Рассудительной. Отзывчивой.

Проходит 3 года…Мархабо заболевает. Болезнь никогда не оставляла ее в покое. С каждым днем ей становилось хуже и хуже. Последнее время она чаще болела. Органы работали медленнее обычного. Она не уже не могланормально есть и пить. Силы оставляли ее…В один день…Бог забирает ее душу к себе.

Талантливая Мархабо прожила достойную жизнь. Разнообразную. Особенно в стенах международной организации как она и мечтала. За все ее усилия и веру в лучшее Бог одарил ее благами. Хоть ей пришлось пройти тяжелые испытания с раннего возраста. Зато она научилась жить полной жизнью, жить и добиваться своих целей. Она успела побывать и в Москве. Она могла позволить себе купить айфон. Она часто меняла свой образ. Любила красиво одеваться и красить волосы.

Вот такой яркой и сильной духом могут быть таджикские девочки! Несмотря на боль 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.