A lesson in a way...

Early in the morning Anvarjon's head began to ache. As if that was not enough, the sound of a baby crying in the back room came to his ears and began to scream at his eldest daughter.

- Who is there? Dilnura! Look at your sister!

Realizing that his father was angry, Dilnura immediately entered the room where the child was crying and began to comfort her sister.

Meanwhile, two more daughters came to Anvarjon. The two girls, now nine, and one who is still eight, have made tea before their dad gets up and have breakfast with their older sister Dilnura and even sweep the courtyard.

"Daddy, tea is ready!" Will you go out? ”He said to his other daughter, Anvarjon.

- Do you know your mother? Anvarjon held his head firmly. - This time ...

When Anvarjon said this, Zebihan came to his mind. He stood up and went to the window, thinking that his wife's "night sickness" had begun and that another guest would soon be coming home. Something scratched his heart as he looked at the little boys on the street, who were going to school and kindergarten, and the boys with their friends on the other side. The pain was not alien to Anvarjon ...

Zebihan and Anvarjon's life was just as sweet as everyone else. Especially in the first meeting, they were both feeling strange.

So they had their wedding. Happy days accompanied them. Finally, they had their first child. Girl! Dilnura was named for the joy of hearts. Anvarjon was very happy during those years. His head was full of joy, and his heart was filled with excitement when he saw the sweet things of his little girl.

Thus, the first two years of a happy moment, another baby was born into the family. That girl was also a girl. Anvarjon was also very happy this time.

Years passed. Zebihan gave birth to a second child. And what happened to this girl! But Anvarjon was still sweet. He never saw the light that shook his heart. After all, the hopes, confidence and dreams of his second daughter were stirred, and his purpose was to be his son ... Then the family came and saved the young family. Anvarjon hoped for the pieces of trust that were left to his heart. He believed in the fulfillment of his eternal dream.

A year and a half later, a girl was born. Now, this time, he lost his family. It was a habit that came home late. His wife was no longer interested in Zebihon and his daughters. He even developed a habit of arguing with his wife for a bit, going out on the street to find a reason.

Thinking about that, Anvarjon's heart started to hurt. He's not interested this time! Anyway ...

Anvarjon went out on the street in spite of the girls' entreaties.

There is no car on the streets this morning. People who rush to work, to study, are often stopped by cars. Anvarjon, though nervous, could not be indifferent to the passenger who had been waiting for the car at the side of the road. He parked his car in front of her.

- Brother, please drive to the hospital near the market! Just be quick, brother ... - the passenger said, sitting in the car, closing the door.

Anvarjon started to go to the destination. He always looks at the back seat through a mirror. The poor passenger had a hard time! Why, then, would a big man sit in tears?

After a while he poured the contents on Anvarjon:

- My two sons are being put to the surgery table today! God created these two children with disabilities ... The doctors told me yesterday that my children could be treated. That's all I hope, brother!

Continuing on the car, Anvarjon was trying to get to the destination as soon as possible. Here he is. But…

A message was received from the passenger's phone and he told Anvarjon that he could not hold back his tears.

- What happened? Any bad news? Said Anvarjon strangely.

But the passenger did not answer. He lowered his head and got out of the car. So… Anvarjon fluttered like a ball of rice into his head.

As he drove through the city streets, he saw a man and a woman waiting for a taxi. At first glance they could not be called young. He was much older than Anvarjon.

As soon as the car stopped, they went to the salon and the guy said the address. Anvarjon agreed and drove the car.

The scuffle of the passengers seemed to be so serious that they didn't even stop in the car. Sometimes a man screams at his wife and sometimes a woman screams at her husband. Anvarjon, who listened to these scandals unexpectedly, concluded: "They have no children!"

Passengers got off the car when they reached the destination. Thinking that Anvarjon's ears had calmed down, his mood increased again. But he was no longer able to drive. It had been occupied by her own dreams ...

Some time later, Anvarjon came. As it turned out, his wife was in pain!

Anvarjon rolled his car and drove to the hospital. As we made our way to the destination on the highway, an unintelligent feeling came into my mind. It has never happened in Anvarjon before. Even when she had four daughters! Now the pain in his heart was gone. It doesn't matter if Zebi still has a son or daughter. It is important that his wife is safe and sound…