Let us talk about schools again...
Translated from Uzbek · Original text
Let us talk about schools again...
New Uzbekistan is new in the true sense of the word.
It has countless innovations that can be called new; some of them are entering and settling into our lives so quickly that our eyes fail to catch them, but we must be alert, grasp every innovation, analyze it, and know how much and in what way it affects us; that is, we must always keep before our eyes the question of what we gain and what we lose as a result of this innovation; otherwise it is quite possible that the wave of innovations will carry us and our descendants to places we cannot even imagine.
One of those innovations is private schools.
Perhaps most of us look at private schools favorably, and no wonder: we dream that our children will study at a good school, grow up and become accomplished; we are even ready to pay whatever sum is asked.
But the issue has a very delicate point.
It is the point captured by the question: how many hours of the child’s time does this private school take up?
As far as we know, a private school keeps the child busy from 08:00 in the morning until 18:00 in the evening.
That being so, can the child’s parents still give the child enough time?..
Won’t a child in the school’s care be deprived of the family values, the parents’ example and the lessons of faith and belief that he could receive from his parents?..
That is the question.
Let us say the school gives knowledge and upbringing, and, as they say, a trade and skills as well; but how and where will children receive the vast education about the place of man and woman in the family, about how a father should lead the family, how a wife should obey her husband, how a child should submit to his parents and in what way he should honor them?..
In fact, the reason why families today are far from the true essence of a family is tied to this deprivation: the parents are at work from morning to evening, and the child is left unattended; as a result, when they grow up, neither do sons know fatherhood nor do daughters know motherhood. A girl who has not learned from her mother even how to soothe a baby, change it, nurse it and keep a household is at a loss and finds herself in a difficult situation when she becomes a mother.
And yet this is the state of a generation that studied almost entirely in state schools, before private schools became widespread. What kind of parents will private schools now raise for us? Can private schools bring up parents who will build families that befit and suit human nature?..
All right, let us suppose the knowledge of parenthood is given at school when the child turns 15. But how well will this skill work, when it was not acquired in a natural setting through example and imitation? How effective will it be?..
My dear ones, the issue is more complicated than we think.
That the West, which we are panting to run after today, has fallen into a family crisis is an undeniable truth.
We must understand that their books cannot offer even a speck of a solution or a correct approach that would benefit our mentality and our conditions. We must.
Following the Western model of development leads to the destruction that lies in their model, my dear ones.
The family crisis is a huge catastrophe that awaits us. The system set up in the schools is also one of the factors bringing about this catastrophe.
From now on, every family must try to solve the problem of spending enough time together with their children.
The mother spending all her time on the children is the cure most needed in this matter. That is, the mother must, and this is indispensable, devote all her time to her children alone; only in this way will we stop the collapse of our own families, the moral decline of our lineage, and our descendants being left without values.
We must have time to set aside for our children. Before making our children captives of private, paradise-like prisons, let us find time to reflect.
Even if a red rose should bloom inside a golden cage, They say, for the nightingale it is no nest, as the thornbush is.
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