Taifas Literary Magazine No. 12, June, 2021

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Taifas Literary Magazine, No. 12, June, 2021
When I saw you, you were two years old.
The boy looked at the stranger in
surprise:
– Uncle, I don’t know Ias, you seem to be
the first time in our village? - asked the young
man.
Ahmed followed every word and
movement of his son and tried to remember
forever.
– I used to be often in your house, son.
Damn Hitler and all fascists! How many
innocent people died, how many houses were
destroyed, families were left without a head.
For the first time after the
war, I am in a village.
Unable to withstand
the alarm, he opened the
shirt button and asked. "
Where is your father?
"The young man did not
expect such a question
from him.
He
was
embarrassed and replied:
– Uncle, my father
died in the war. According
to what was said, he fought in the Baltic States,
fought heroically. Even after his death, he was
awarded the medal "For Courage!" Mother
kept the black news to this day. I am the son of
Achmed Aleskerov!
Ahmed, proud of these words, stroked
the young man's head:
– Son, I'm sorry, I didn't know about it. I
know your father well. I loved him very much,
as a brother, this good-natured person, at the
same time our fathers were close friends,
”having said, he had to lie. Otherwise, the
secret would have been revealed, and Gatiba's
further fate would have been annoying.
Therefore, Ahmed did not want to ruin the life
of his son and wife. To the rural people, how
could he explain that he was not guilty ?! The
people will ask: "Could you write a few lines?"
I, branded as an enemy of the people, no one
would have believed that all rights had been
taken away, on the contrary, they would have
accused me.
The son tried to continue the
conversation he had just heard:
– Uncle, I love my mother very much.
Because of me, she threw herself into fire and
flames.
My father's spirit is always with me. We
have been waiting for his return for a long
time. Enlarged a
photograph in military
uniform sent from the
war, hung in the living
room.
Each time I open my
eyes, I look at the
photograph and talk to
him. For several years
now, my mother has
arranged a family with
another person.
She did it out of the stubbornness of her
grandparents. Uncle Bakir, although not my
own father, is a good man. He is always polite
with me, on friendly terms, I always respect
him.
He has no children, so he considers me
family. Grandmother and grandfather died
early, unable to bear the death of their son
Ahmed.
I have always dreamed of being a hero
like my father. Therefore, I gave documents to
the Military Academy, I will try to become a
professional military man in order to protect
the Motherland from inveterate enemies.
Ahmed was a little alarmed by the
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