It has been a month since I asked to think about this topic, and today is the day to reflect on it — not only on family dinners, but on the topic as a whole.

When we first open our eyes to the world, we are naturally given several things that we cannot change: our body, appearance, religion, country… and one of them is the family. The game called “life” is played within the conditions created by these factors. However, after having conversations with several individuals and observing most people, I eventually came to the conclusion that family is one of the most underrated among them.

Parents, siblings, and relatives are people for whom we have no alternative choice — these relationships are entirely biological and natural. What makes the family framework so powerful is that it shapes a person’s personality before they are even capable of choosing what kind of character they want to have. We grow up, develop, or even decline in front of them while simultaneously being shaped by them. In this sense, family members can be called the “architects of core life.”

Being in continuous contact with family members means beginning life within an unavoidable framework, with a 1:0 score, regardless of whether it is exemplary or flawed. From my perspective, family dinners play a crucial role in maintaining communication among family members. Around the table, gathered family members share meals and start discussing random topics: studies, work, current events, psychology, philosophy, cosmology, and countless other subjects. These conversations stimulate other family members to boarden their horizons by exchanging occasional yet meaningful ideas.

Additionally, the dinner table can be considered a practical space for externalizing thoughts, influencing others, and even, at times, subtly manipulating perspectives (those who have an elder brother or sister will understand this well). In this way, such conversations benefit both parents and children. They allow family members to understand one another’s ways of thinking, share experiences across generations, and better interpret the past, present, and future versions of themselves.

More importantly, giving young people the freedom to express their thoughts openly can strongly influence their worldview, improve mental health, help them choose healthier surroundings, reduce depression and anxiety, and increase self-esteem. Sometimes, these influences can even inspire young people to develop new habits, such as reading books, through the example set by their parents. For example, my own father began reading during quarantine, and that habit eventually influenced us as well. Similarly, through observation and conversations with my family members, I learned that they consciously regulate their emotions and avoid mixing work-related and home-related feelings. They do not allow stress or pressure from work to consistently dominate their home life, nor do they let personal issues constantly interfere with their professional responsibilities. I realized that this is a practice I should also develop.

Why dinners specifically? Aren’t there other options? Certainly, there are many alternatives, but few fit naturally and consistently into every family’s routine as effectively as gathering around the same table. Some may say, “We cannot gather every evening.” In that case, do it on weekends. The problem is often not time, but willingness and effort.

To sum up everything that has been said, and even what has not been said, one does not need to experience distance, absence, or loss to understand the value of family. We are given limited time, as no one is immortal.

(BTW, Happy May 9th — the Day of Remembrance and Honor!)

A journey that began with tears and begging her family to let her attend piano lessons has finally come to an end!
It was never just a course — it carried my mother’s unfulfilled dream, my father’s unfinished path, my teacher’s endless dedication, and seven years of my life.

Whenever people asked me when I would graduate from music school, I used to confidently answer, “When I become a second-year university student,” as if that moment were still a hundred years away.
Yet somehow, here it is.

What I want to express most is (I am not a very expressive speaker, so you probably cannot see me saying this out loud, even in Uzbek :)) my endless gratitude to my teacher, who invested an immeasurable amount of effort into me. Every time I was close to giving up — especially during my fifth year — he was the one who pushed me forward. Beyond teaching music, he continuously inspired me through his performances, his humanity, and the way he carried himself as a person. In many ways, he was almost like my parents, playing a huge role in shaping who I am today through his thoughts, principles, and guidance. If I’m being completely honest, I have never seen teachers who give their absolute all in teaching, because everyone has their own limits in how much knowledge they choose to share with students — yet he manages to do it in an extraordinary way, far beyond what is expected (and deeply grateful for his patience and for never getting angry with me when I messed up due to anxiety during exams and competitions).I am also deeply thankful to all my teachers for the unforgettable memories, lessons, and moments we shared together.

Within these years, perhaps I could not contribute as much as I wished to my surroundings’ love for music, and that saddens me at times (this is because I share music videos on social media). As my teacher once said: in seven years, you can master languages, mathematics, physics, or chemistry — but music is different. Even after years and years, you still feel as though you have only just touched its surface. So I hope that music will continue to find its place in life — the quiet place hidden deep within human souls :)

Mesafe + Kusura bakma + Bu havada gidilmez

You may or may not know this, but if you struggle to keep up with the latest updates, this is highly recommended.

https://youtu.be/dWhGG9AOhOE?si=mTTUjXOHV6Y8pLvj

And with that, the 2026 university season comes to an end. Good day :)

Dreaming about staying home during the break was the worst idea ever (Girls, you get it:( )

Bolalar dunyoni onasining ko‘zlari bilan taniydi. Onasiga nisbatan nafratni o‘rgatmoqchi bo’lgan inson, pirovardida, bolada o‘ziga nisbatan nafrat ildizlarini mustahkamlaydi.

Being called in for “formalities” without any clear scenario, and having half my day wasted is more than enough to be angry.

Sometimes, it’s about stepping outside the boundaries, breaking down the walls you have built around yourself, and doing unconventional things surrounded by crazy people.

Well, this year, someone finally noticed and replaced “ONA TILI VA ADABIYOT” with “Kasbiy (Ijodiy) Imtihon.” Thank God! (as no one goes to architects and asks them about O‘tgan Kunlar or grammatical rules ;))

#ТУГАДИ 3-ФОТО

Акамиз асаби 5-голни кўтара олмабди...

Пиёла учиб бор телевизорни марказига тегибди...

Партугалия-Ўзбекистон 5-0!

https://t.me/+05YgQSHZVWoxNjYy

Bi aniq gol bo’libdi lekin: aniq nishonni topib boradovn o’zbek kosasi👍

Coach: Dinner by 8 p.m at the latest. No food after 9 p.m.

Meanwhile us having dinner after 10 p.m: 🍽️🫖🧁🍪🍉🍈🍨

Sorry, literally impossible :)

Jiyan(lar) — yo‘qligida sog‘intiradigan, kelishi bilan xursand qiladigan, oradan 5 daqiqa o‘tar-o‘tmas bezor qiladigan odamsimon maxluqotl… eyy, mavjudotlar.

Now, I realize that I used to overestimate the value of simply having a job. Finding a paid job is not the hardest part; sustaining it while remaining competent, adaptable, and genuinely helpful is.

Based on my experiences with banks, government agencies, doctors, the university administration (which tops the list), and even teachers at private educational centers, it often feels as though many employees see merely belonging to an institution as the end goal. Very few seem interested in improving the system or moving beyond outdated and rigid ways of working.

Let’s start with government offices. There always seems to be an excuse: the system is down, the computers are not working, the electricity is out, or your issue somehow falls outside their responsibility. More often than not, it is easier for them to dismiss your request than to solve it. Sometimes I even wonder whether this is done simply to satisfy performance metrics rather than to actually help people.

Some bank employees are not much different — nothing like those portrayed in the book “A Dog Called Money” by Bodo Shefer .I am tired of poor communication, vague explanations, and being treated differently because of my age. The funny part is that I was not even asking for a loan, yet I was still spoken to with unnecessary condescension.

Doctors are another story. Instead of listening carefully to what hurts, some seem to trust their assumptions more than the patient’s own description of the problem. There is little left to say about that.

And then there is the university administration. If you have never had a problem that forced you to visit the department, consider yourself fortunate. Some staff members, not all, seem capable of increasing a student’s anxiety within minutes. Whenever I have visited the department to resolve the same issue, I have left without a real solution. It often feels as the system is built on a rigid mindset: when arguments fail, voices rise.Maybe my dad knew what he was talking about when he said that university would shape me as a person in more ways than one.

Too many complaints in one post :) Don’t get me wrong, these are simply my own experiences from two months of trying to solve my own problems independently during the summer ;)

To be continued… one day… or maybe not