"Argumoq will come without Bahadur" - in memory of Sergeant Otabek Muhammadiyev

As I pass through the Takhtakaracha pass and approach the threshold of the southern Kitab district, I can& ;t just pass by the village of Ochamayli. There is a house here where a heroic warrior of the Motherland lived.

For some reason, it seems difficult to enter that door. You sit in silence in front of parents who have lost their son.

They look at your eyes, your height, and compare you. I wonder if life would have walked beside me.

Ochamayli is a branch of the Ozh clan. According to sources, a saddle for an ox or a cart, or for children to ride, was called "ochamay".

So, the seal of this clan was in the form of a saddle. Another book says that the Ochamayli clan is named after the ancient tribe of Och (ach).

Today, I once again recalled the memories I had of the heroic young man& ;s house 5-6 years ago. *** I knocked on the gate for a long time.

The courtyard is large, it absorbs sound, so it is not audible. I ask the little girl who runs out: - Is your grandmother home?

• They went to the market. - Then call your grandfather?

• My grandfather can& ;t go out, his legs are sore... I went inside with the little girl.

I looked and saw a man leaning on a cane at the door of the house in the back room. We asked how he was.

Avaz aka is the father of the heroic young man. When he found out that I was a journalist, he fell silent.

• Did you take care of my son? We met.

Come on, come inside... Your grandmother went to the market.

She& ;s gone... - Is your leg okay, father?

• Something. I worked as an accountant at Selsovet for 33 years.

I& ;m retired. I still have a hard time.

After a second heart attack and a stroke, I ended up relying on a cane. Avaz handed me his son& ;s album.

He sat thoughtfully on the bed. I flipped through the pages.

Otabek& ;s childhood, adolescence... In the photos, he is embodied in different ways: in front of trucks, at the stadium, hanging from a turnstile.

He is surrounded by peers. It seems that the boy is fond of sports.

The fact that he has been wearing striped T-shirts since he was young is due to his passion for the military. I flip through the pages again.

The young man grows from photo to photo. Suddenly, I see a photo of him talking with the first President of the Republic of Uzbekistan, Islam Karimov.

• They met once, - Father winks. - Those days are gone...

At the end of the album is a photo of the bride and groom holding an armful of flowers. Father looked at her awkwardly and said nothing.

A bitter silence fell. I couldn& ;t ask, she didn& ;t say anything...

As far as I know, on that fateful day she had just turned 24, and she had only been married for 8 months. In fact, this was a comfortable period of a person& ;s life, full of life, but unfortunately, it was the end of the memories of the deceased young man...

Me and myself... In the spacious courtyard behind the window, once upon a time, the sons of Avaz Ata ran around with their friends.

Now they are all everywhere: some in cars, some in work, some on foot. But they come to this courtyard often.

But Otabek does not come home either. His scolding has returned alone.

Yes, he was like the hero sung by the poet Azim Suyun. The grass bowed its head in sorrow, The red-haired trees shed their tears, The sky covered the sun, The scolding comes without a scolder.

Just like that. The birds in the sky were left without him, the gentle, yellow scoldings ceased, the mountains became gloomy.

Even after reading the poem in its entirety, the young man did not leave my sight. My father said that he named his son after watching the movie "Days of the Past" and envied Otabek.

It is natural that many envied him because of the sharp mind, culture, and upbringing of the bek. What do you think about the fact that God, who is omnipotent, made Sergeant Otabek Muhammadiev a partner in the fate behind the name?

Name-sharing was one side, fate was another. Just remember the end of the life of the bek in the work: "...It must have been in the autumn of 1277, Yusufbek received a letter from Haji Qanoatsho.

Qanoatsho was writing from the Holy Father. "Your son Otabek was in our army with another man.

In our clash with the Russians near Almaty, these two young men took the lead and fought heroically and died. I buried two of them with my own hands...” Otabek& ;s life, as if written in the book of fate, ended in the arms of battles with the enemy.

He also bravely stood against the enemy and did not lay down his weapon until his last breath. If Otabek in the book is portrayed as a young 24-year-old man, our Otabek was also at the same age - full of strength and dreams.

Avaz Ota knows this well. Otabek left behind a monument.

And his own son did not have any descendants. - This is my dream, - he says.

Letters written by Otabek I read Otabek Muhammadiev& ;s letters written in the military one by one. According to the language of the letter, the young man drank "Bygone Days" like water.

This is how the bek& ;s writing style is felt. The first longing letter is written by Otabek to his father Avaz: "...May this letter reach me quickly and in a short time, and may it be known that he is playing and laughing, healthy and working tirelessly in the beautiful village of Ochamayli!

Now, if you ask me, I& ;m doing a good, healthy job. There are no difficulties.

Why would there be difficulties? A person who has his say to everyone never has difficulties.

You have to use your head, dad. I walk around like I walk around at home.

But home, at home... Date: 01/25/1996." The second letter was written to his brother Ozod Muhammadiev, and it reveals Otabek& ;s inner turmoil more deeply: "...my mother says you don& ;t write about the news.

There isn& ;t much news. I don& ;t write about lies like others.

To be honest, I miss home very much." The incident...Tashbibi Aya, who had returned from the market, overheard our conversation without interrupting. He shook his head at his master& ;s words.

Finally, in a hoarse voice, he said: "My son fought for 45 days straight. He even said over and over on the phone that the war was over and that he would be back home sooner or later.

We were waiting for him to come home as a whole neighborhood... The mother didn& ;t have the courage to say anything else." The rest was explained by the hero& ;s brother, Ozod Muhammadiev, with military composure.

The details are always difficult to understand. - My brother died on September 16, 2000, while performing reconnaissance and landing operations with his comrades, showing an example of bravery in a battle with militants.

After the death of his brother, Ozod Muhammadiyev retired from the military unit where he served under a contract. His brother, Captain Jonibek Muhammadiyev, is also in the Armed Forces.

He was born seven years after Otabek. Look at this, Ozod aka& ;s son Zuhriddinjon, envious of his merciful uncle, entered the Armed Forces Academy (now the Military Security and Defense University).

Father& ;s Memories I thought that Avaz, who had lost his son and was left half-dead, was probably disappointed in the military. Perhaps he said to his children in anger: - That& ;s it, none of you will become soldiers.

"There are few professions in the world where you can work and live in peace and quiet," he probably said. But at that moment, when I heard that my two sons were in the military and that the father was teaching his grandson at the "Temurbeklar Maktabi," my assumptions were shattered.

"There& ;s not a war every day, my son. These are the ones who are guarding the homeland." Here, let& ;s take me.

What could a half-hearted man do, leaning on a cane... At this point, the father remembered his short conversation with his son: "Dad, I& ;ll stay in the army," the son had said.

"If you can do it, stay," the father said. And so, Otabek became a soldier.

I& ;m not praising my son for having such and such a character, he was a man. He was open-hearted and loyal to his friends, who would take someone under his arm when they fell.

His friends still visit him. They come to him on January 14 and other holidays and bring news.

They come from "parties" every now and then. There are many types of death.

Some of his peers are not making ends meet - that& ;s okay. It& ;s God& ;s work.

He made us happy when we needed it - we were happy, and he made us cry - we can bear it. Injuries of indifference – Does the school and neighborhood bother you?

• The neighborhood bothers you often, my health is not very good. Your grandmother goes to school meetings.

To perpetuate the name of Otabek Muhammadiyev, the neighborhood where he was born and raised and the school where he studied were named after him and a monument was erected. How many children do you think the courage of a son who died for his homeland does not raise as heroes?

There are those who went to the military, those who are studying, hoping to be brave like my brother... I listened to Avaz Ata and Toshbibi Ay for a long time.

Their dreams weighed heavily on me. I imagined a heroic young man walking out of this house, standing taller than everyone else, shoulder to shoulder.

I said goodbye to the owners of the house. As I left the gate, the poet& ;s fiery and painful lines kept turning on my tongue: My bloodthirsty enemy, who is the bloodthirsty murderer?..

The air is stifling, gloomy and stuffy, The people who have fled, the crowd is silent, The brave come to argue. Babur ELMURODOV