Markhabo Radjabova

A spot-on article with a beautiful language

Staying true to my authentically and unapologetically “rude” self >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> lifting even a finger to be liked by some random pathetic megalomaniac #notetomyself

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God, it felt good to get it out of my chest.

Shoutout to all the students who consistently skip classes with unreasonable and invalid excuses; come unprepared for the class because the teacher gives them a lot of homework; sleep while the teacher is explaining the topic, and when asked, flip with their eyes as if hearing the thing for the first time; ignore the teacher’s instructions about homework and pretend they didn’t know; take advantage of the kindness of a teacher, encouraging their groupmates to break the rules and go against the teacher; badmouth and mock the teacher’s quirky habits behind her/his back; act arrogantly and behave like they know it all; lie, cheat, and think that they are fooling the teacher, not themselves; choose to doom scroll instead of investing that valuable time in working on their weaknesses; look for secret recipes/shortcuts/magic tricks and methods instead of simply following tested strategies; come with below-average knowledge and a weak foundation and complain about the teacher if they fail to get a high score; Shoutout to all the parents who disrespect teachers and underestimate their hard work; always paint their kids as saints and the teacher as a monster; bargain the price of the fee, pretend to be broke and poor, and the next day pay double in another place; fall for the age/status/personal scores of a teacher instead of looking for the real expertise, experience, and character; unnecessarily meddle in the process by giving unsolicited advice about how to act with their “special” children; demand unrealistically high results without considering their children’s abilities and pace of learning; make negative remarks about the teaching skills without having any clue about the whole process. I pray that the Almighty will keep us away from each other and our paths will never cross! 🙏🏻 Peace out! ✌️

GPS theory:

When you miss your turn, your GPS doesn’t judge you, it recalculates. No matter how many detours you take, it finds another way forward. Life works like that too. You’ll make mistakes, but your destination doesn’t vanish. The route just changes.

I was rushing downstairs, minding my own business and passing by an open door. A boy around school age went out hurriedly, wanting to say something. I couldn't hear him and thought it didn't concern me anyway. But when I was returning by the same path, he popped up again and tried to mumble something. When I turned to him, he realized I was a complete stranger, not his mommy. He softly said: "You will forgive me, right?". His apology was accompanied with so much guilt that I felt uncomfortable for smiling at him. I responded that all was ok and continued my path. I wondered about what it would feel like to mother boys. I also found myself curious about whether it is common to notice hidden meanings in certain occurrences and contemplate different versions of the reality that could have unfolded. I guess we, humans, always perceive things that we suspect we may never have with a particular curiosity and a sting of longing. #randomthoughts

if the past comes knocking, don't answer: there is nothing new there. #quoteoftheday

Haven't realized I was this much traumatized until today, when I found myself in the same system once again. Everything came flashing back. On the brighter side, it actually reinforced the clarity of the path I chose for myself. I can't stop thanking myself for the wise decisions I made. #randomthoughts

Baku... It is the city that reigned over my soul, captivating me with its splendor for eternity. It's the place that embodies the perfect blend of history, architecture, art, and culture. Despite its luxurious, jaw-dropping skyscrapers and landmarks, it possesses an immense simplicity. It fosters a feeling of home away from home. It has this distinct vibe that so dearly calls upon me. The city is so grand, yet it became so familiar over the course of a week. Its brightly lit streets kept me in awe with shimmering lights and vibrant atmosphere. Nothing felt more calming and safer than walking down its streets, especially at nights. I walk and walk and still can't get enough of the surroundings. No litter, no dust, no pollution - just a gentle breeze that caresses my hair and kisses my cheeks. Its people are another kind of wonder. They behave, look, and even smell so heavenly. As they pass by, you feel as though you have been hugged by someone dear to you. They aren’t strangers - they are the people with whom you share the air of magic. The energy of Baku is palpable and unmatched. It’s like another world inside the planet: it smells of freedom, peace, and dreams. I am forever yours.

The late postcards from the city that stole my heart. Forever. ♥️

Having the best time, enjoying the concert of my teenage crush in the wonderful country… Eh. Time flies. It’s ruthless.

This year today I was…

Don’t hold a grudge - hold balloons! 🤪🎈

literally me, when my students fail vocab

Is it possible to attain absolute impartiality, a truly nonjudgmental attitude toward other human beings? This question has been bugging me for quite some time now. By educating ourselves and taming our hedonistic nature, we strive for what we call "justice" - a state of fairness and freedom of bias. But is it realistically achievable, considering that our judgment will inevitably sway one way or another regardless of our efforts to uphold high moral standards? Whenever something is at odds with our values, we do offer our two cents - even when we don't put it into words: through a glance, our body language, or simply our entire presence. Despite how much compassion resides within us, our access to another person's inner world will always remain incomplete. All we are capable of is attempting to show that we can, however vaguely, relate. We can scratch the surface, approximate the experience without fully inhabiting in it. The complexity of this lies in the fact that the cycle keeps repeating. Just when you begin to think you have reached your zenith, situations/interactions throw you off balance, and you are back to square one: primitive, self-assured, and arrogantly self-righteous you. What does it take to safeguard yourself from the cyclical entanglement with prejudice? Constant work. Deeper reflection. Deliberate cleansing. #randomthoughts