My spouse would only go to the university for classes. The rest of the time, they were busy studying and writing at home. They never socialized much and would quickly return from celebrations. If there was a necessary wedding to attend, they wouldn’t stay for more than fifteen minutes, often returning before I could even close the door. When I asked, "You came back quickly; is the celebration over?" they would reply, "I congratulated them, that’s enough."

Even when my spouse visited my father’s house, they wouldn’t stay long. At first, my father was upset that they wouldn’t wait until the food was ready. But later, once he got used to their character, he would laugh as soon as they arrived and ask how many minutes they had come for. If I wanted to stay a little longer with my mother, my father would remind them: "If you came together, you should leave together."

My mother would set a beautifully laid table, prepare everything, cover it, and wait for my father to come home from work as if it were a celebration. She respected him a lot. I learned how to honor my spouse from my mother. Having lived with my partner for 50 years, we treated each other with care, spoke kindly, and looked out for each other. We always addressed each other formally.

Together, we raised four daughters and two sons. My second daughter, Farida, became a candidate of sciences. My eldest son is a school principal, and two of my children are lawyers. Today, I am a grandmother to nearly forty grandchildren and two great-grandchildren.

I lived a happy life, loving and being loved by Botirxon Valikhojayev. My life has been meaningful.

Khurshida Ernazorova interviewed.