A new work by the author of various books about war, Abdurashid Nurmurodov. People who are not like us are the play’s heroes. a complete family at last. You desire such harmony in your life. But we are unable to realize this dream. Considering that these are women who have masked their enjoyment while enduring the agony of helplessness.”I wanted to live a human life. My paths were obscured by mirages. I’ve never hurt somebody by letting something out of my mouth. However, a wave struck the wine in my heart today, “Jumagul began to go in the direction of the tulip field. I took care of him while being at a loss for words. In front of the tulips, he knelt. I went after. I halted in shock when I saw his hands as I drew nearer. Blood-soaked purple tulips poured from between his fist-born fingers into the grass.