The Omani publication Asdaa Oman has published an article by Professor Dr. Mohammed Al Sayed Yousuf Lashin entitled “The Uzbek Village – The Cradle of Identity and the Melody of the Fields”. In the article, the author describes the beauty and unique charm of the rural areas of the country.

Where the noise of cities fades beyond the horizon and bustle gives way to the rhythms of nature, the Uzbek village stretches out like a grand poem, written in the language of the earth and the scent of grain, spoken aloud to history with the accent of the land itself.

As the author notes, the countryside here is not just a geographical space, but a living being that preserves memory and gives you the feeling that you have returned to a place you have known for a long time, even if you have never been there.

Traveling through villages, the author of the article writes, it’s like flipping through old notebooks: low adobe houses covered with mulberry and pomegranate bushes, windows that are always open and close only when the birds fall asleep.

The women of the Uzbek village are bright and kind. They bake bread, as they write poetry, and wipe the child’s forehead with the same tenderness with which they wipe the fatigue of the day from their husbands’ faces. And when you come to visit, they don’t ask you where you’re from, they ask: “Did you drink tea?” This green tea, served in a small bowl, is like a silent prayer for peace of mind.

Life in the countryside is unadorned. Weddings begin with prayer and don’t end until the stars smile. Funerals are held in the embrace of silence, which is broken only by sacred lines read by lips that know the value of loss.

Every stone has its own story, every shadow of a tree has a legend, and every road leads not to a destination, but to someone’s heart. A voice comes from the fields, not of protest, but of gratitude.  Folk songs are played when planting cotton and wheat – they are sung not for pleasure, but to relieve fatigue after the journey.

The Uzbek village does not embellish itself. It is not shy about its simplicity and does not pretend to smile, the author notes. Here, patriotism is not a morning hymn, but sweat soaked into the ground, and bread shared with a neighbor and a guest. And if you want to see the real Uzbekistan, sit under a tree next to an older man and listen. After all, the village is not the outskirts of the country, but its heart. What is being whispered here, history will one day surely say out loud.

Uzbek village is a corner full of mystery and charm...

Muharrama Pirmatova, UzA