End of the short track...(true story)

...life is too short to enjoy!

(by Sherzod)

A friend of mine asked me to go to the hospital with him. To be honest, I didn't like the offer. We had a seat with supporters today. We wanted to make a great dad. But it was not uncommon to say no. Because I was well aware of her marital status.

Yes, it was difficult for her: on the one hand, her sick mother ... on the other, her young children .... and her sick wife.

We went to visit his wife at the hospital.

There are many people around the hospital. Everybody came to visit him.

So, when we got to the door of the chamber, I was not allowed inside. I had to wait outside.

I am sitting in a hospital chair. There was a sad, sad old boy sitting next to me. I greeted him. He nodded his head. Got it.

As time went by. I have to have dinner. I was so angry with the acquaintance that dragged me here….

Is the father sitting next to me crying at all? I intend to comfort her:

"Father, what's up?" Why are you crying? I asked.

He was speechless. But then she wiped her tears and said slowly:

- I came to visit my son! I was in tears! Going ...

 Now the matter has become clearer. So there is a cemetery just across the road! I knew there was a maternity hospital, but now I saw that there was a cemetery!

Immediately an idea struck me:

“Repent! Maternity hospital on one side, cemetery on one side! Astaghfirullah! In the middle of me. There is no shortage of human life! Get out of the maternity ward and head straight to the cemetery! Life is really one short way! And we will not be able to endure even this short journey, and we will commit a great sin! Repent! Ya alhazar! .. ”

I didn't go to the banquet.

Sherzod Khaydarbekov