Something my dad said...

**Something my dad said...**

**Other**

A friend of ours would bring an article to the newspaper editorial office once or twice a month with photos he had taken. We would rewrite the article two or three times, correct it, and even then publish it. We had to do this because our friend was very good at taking photos.

I told him many times: "Don't write an article, just take photos, your photos say what you want to say." Despite this, he would write articles saying, "The young cotton farmer (coconut farmer, cattle farmer) you see in this photo has been exceeding the annual plan for many years," and we never tired of editing and rewriting his work. He considered himself a journalist, and considered photography to be just an amateur.

When our friend reached retirement age, he won a photography competition and received the first award in his life. He saw money in his hand. One of his friends said: "Art is your destiny, if you had pursued this profession without interfering in other things, you would have received a much greater reward." Unfortunately, he did not understand his friend's lament.

In this bright world, there are not a few people who spend their entire lives in another profession, in another career, in another profession and appearance.

**Root**

A seedling without roots is only good for firewood. The gardener puts it aside, and the ones that sprout, put out leaves, and bear fruit are surrounded by moths. The teachers, like the others, teach "rootless" students, whose minds are completely occupied with other things, and explain things. Even though they know that their efforts are futile, they do not put them aside like the gardener.

**Unfinished business**

"Unfinished business" is not a new, extremely important business, for some reason we understand it in this sense. In fact, it is an unripe, raw, unpolished, unpolished business that makes the heart dirty. There are so many such businesses in life that even if we all put aside other things and get busy preparing a business, we cannot solve this problem.

**Oil**

I will never forget one of my father's sayings: "When someone asked a boot: "Hey boot, when will you tear?", it would answer: "Oil knows." There are many boots in the world, but little oil..."

**Poem**

A father brought his daughter to the editorial office. "Our youngest, a poet, writes at least three or four poems every day. We have published three books. The fourth is ready. We want to submit it for an award. If it is published in a newspaper, we are ready for any service," he said, looking at me with dignity. I read a bunch of poems two or three times and finally chose one. "Okay, you are busy, we will edit and try to publish this one," I said.

This was like a thunderbolt falling from the roof for my father. But he did not lose his temper. When we were saying goodbye, the poetess cheered up her daughter:

- Okay, my daughter, don't be sad, if it doesn't make it to the newspaper, it will make it to the book. I felt sorry for the book's saltiness.

**Exaggerated Lie**

A malicious lie is like freshly kneaded dough - it grows until it becomes a hash, overflows the bowl and... turns into an exaggerated lie.

**A Compliment**

There is a saying that "An unexpected guest is an unguided stick." I don't know if anyone has ever said anything about an unexpected compliment. Maybe it's in books I haven't read. What I do know is that an unexpected compliment has at least three dangerous claws - it lubricates the mouth, it blinds the eyes, and it muddies the heart.

Ahmadjon Meliboyev