I would like to write about my grandmother who had passed a thorny road of a life from the beginning and up to the end with endurance and optimism. For me, such a woman is a hero. She was born in 1944 in the small city Dzhezkazgan. She had never seen her father and her mother had died while in childbirth. In total, there were four children in the family. The elder brother and sister were born from the first marriage of the father, and the grandmother and her elder brother from the second wife. Having lived in a boarding school up to his teenage years, her elder brother took her away to his family. She was brought up in severe conditions, she did everything about the house, cooked meals for the whole family. Since no one ever supported or helped her, so she had to give up her studying at school. Sometimes she had to do lessons at night in a street toilet in darkness and when her brother knew about it, he left her in the street in winter for two hours.
Consequently, at an early age she had to get married because of the insistence of her brother, she couldn’t resist him and it was necessary to obey the will of her elder brother. Having given birth to her child, she had to start back to work. And as it is usual, some kind of problems began to develop between them. The husband began to drink and beat her without reason and she understood that she could not raise her child up and give all necessary for education in such conditions. After her divorce, she moved to Almaty city knowing that there would be no support from relatives and friends.
Later, having risen up to a significant position and having an excellent reputation as a business woman earning money with blood and sweat, everybody began to appear and ask for her help. And now it had already been a lot of years as our relatives lived in Almaty near to us, on a regular basis getting support up to these days from a 65 year old grandmother. Our childhood had passed carefree and without any refusing to us. But now, recollecting all this, you can understand how actually it was difficult to bear the burden of a single life, on your own on fragile shoulders of a woman, without support from her relatives, friends, or favorite person.
After getting married the second time and having lived together for 40 years, she still considers herself a happy woman though she has to look after her sick husband even after receiving an insult. Not desponding, she reads namaz for 5 years and learned the Arabian language. Every year she goes to Mecca, where the sacred prophet Mohammed had been buried. Now my grandmother Khadzhy. It means that she is sacred, innocent and everyone for whom she asked in front of God.
Thus, she’s remarkable, best grandmother for us and for her great-grandsons. She has raised worthy and fair people. She is like a core for all our families and no one ever dares disobey her. What’s amazing is her internal strong spirit, stability, courage, in spite of the fact that she’s simply a woman!