Do not ask a woman her age
Do not ask a woman her age,
Even when time touches her face—she blooms like a flower.
Though life’s burdens, sorrows, and worries
Have traced fine lines upon her skin.
Do not ask a woman her age,
She is a fragile soul shaped by patience.
Her whole world shines with happiness—
A miracle created by God.
Do not ask a woman her age,
Her beauty lies in her grace and growth.
Her childhood, wrapped in tender memories,
Is her entire universe—everything she has.
Do not ask a woman her age,
She runs and strives for her family.
A lifetime spent never thinking of herself,
Living selflessly, saying, “my child” above all.
Do not ask a woman her age,
She is loyalty, devotion, and faithful love.
Even as her dark hair turns silver,
She never grows old—a symbol of greatness.
Author: Yulduz Qo‘narova
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