Ozodbek Eshboboev

A pregnant woman was left neglected by nurses in a prenatal room at the maternity ward at 1 am. She lost so much water that a baby inside her would practically be born dead. She fortunately had a caring husband striving with doctors to keep the child alive.  It took hours for the childbirth. It was 5 am at dawn when an almost-died baby started crying - the moment when the woman eventually felt the greatest relief in her life. It was the first child, the opening of a new chapter in a book called The Life.  She is my mom - a one-of-a-kind storyteller. My childhood nights did not shift to days without pre-sleep storytelling. I feel the emotional touch every time she recites this story of my birthday. I have been listening to it for years, but cries, suffering, and the fight to keep me alive always make me think. It brings me more drive to live my life to the fullest and try as hard as I did during childbirth to turn my dreams into realities, bring good to humanity, and become the great child of great parents. I attribute each of my accomplishments to my dear parents. I love you, my selfless parents, and my lovely grandma.

While strolling the capital city with curious friends, I discovered its idiosyncratic architectural approach, one-of-a-kind culinary tastes, and notably polite taxi drivers... Skyscrapers beautify the architectural environment of Baku, especially with their vivid lights at midnight. They are scattered throughout the city, each worth a three-second chik-chik shot.  Cuisines were quite yummy, especially a salad unusually combined with tomato and cherry. My starving gentlemen and I were fast enough to devour it in a few minutes.  The highways are pleasantly smooth, and drivers carry civil manners on the civil road. They drive at a standard pace, neither sluggish nor speedy. I only disapprove of their generalized misconceptions about Uzbeks.

Earlier on, we formed a running club among our friends to mostly prepare for marathons and practice a healthy lifestyle. Now, however, we want to grow bigger, shifting from an amateur and close-running club to something more impactful in the community. Our team is thus now inviting talented and hardworking individuals for the following positions:

While we cannot offer monetary compensation, we provide valuable benefits. You'll receive personal consultations with our co-founding team members (Levsha, Ozodbek, and Husan), covering topics like test preparation, writing improvement, and self-growth tips.

Brilliant ideas equal nonsense if your capacity is limited to only holding them in your memory storage. You must possess a catalyst mindset to get everything done fast. Or else other people get way ahead of you.  Take that frightening risk so many great times that you learn to associate risk with an invaluable opportunity and the bold move that most slow-thinkers shun but which you seize.  Let your words have a whiff of power. Gently but cautiously release them so a listener wants to receive more. Critically, what you utter and promote must not contradict your conduct. 

945 people ran for 10kms. You see runners crowding the start line. If you want to avoid lung-flaming, also run on hilly roads. NmaGap Bro was beside me at the start but nimbly surpassed most runners and crossed the finish line faster. Playing Ping Pong was super fun. I wanted to defeat Levsha, but a draw made it all clear. Finishing the score 3:3 sweated me a lot. We need to replay. Observe the waterfall in Zaamin. Great for capturing Telegram profile pictures, but monetizing the gift of nature is unfair, especially when I separately paid to even enter the Park.  One woman settled her tent on a mountain, far away from anyone in the tent zone. Perhaps she wanted peace - a fair challenge. Until a broader wood path was built, we crossed this narrow lumber a few times. The water was freaking cold; however, it was one of the closest pathways, so we leaned on available resources. I bet stones on the pereval between Kashkadarya and Samarkand were softer than this volleyball ball. My friend Karim (that guy who said "brooo") played in a cheat mode till the end.  Even that thick voice couldn't stop us from singing. Sometimes, I felt as if I only listened to songs popping up on Instagram reels - nothing fresh. Thankfully, we had Tohir Sodiqov - a true G.  Waking up at 4 am is a great habit (huh, not applicable to us since we made the yummiest sandwiches that night). It was Sardor's phone (ALWIUT). Khumoyun bro and I had a quick dive in the stream. It is a pity that I lost one pair of my slippers. Then, I threw the other one at the stream, hoping someone lucky would wear both pairs. Win-win.