June of 2022. So far, I got an IELTS to get privielege from English subject and focused on studying the newly added subject of law for the entrance exams to the Tashkent State University of Law. I clearly remember the times that I read a law book for eight hours from morning till night without even going to school. This went on until January, and by January I had almost finished the books like 20 times. At that times I got very deep know to win against the law students of our whole region. I've won all the money from block tests, all the prizes, and some education centres even rejected me, just because I've been taking all the money. It was a wonderful times. And then June came. It was very difficult to study in the heat, it was very difficult to not sleep in the afternoon, but I did not stop, because there was very little time left until August. The exam was supposed to be on August 15th. On the night of July 28th, I remember very precisely, I was walking into the next room after my native language class and I heard a girl saying: "Exam dates have been announced, August 1st!!!!" And I was shocked when I heard that. I came home quickly. When I got home, I started planning for the next four days. I'll give you an idea of how hard I studied in those four days -- four days of reviewing the 8th, 9th, 10th, 11th grade law textbooks, the Constitution, the 6th, 7th, 8th, 10th grade history of Uzbekistan, and 10 block tests. So imagine that I did a 15-day plan in just four days. And finally, the long-awaited day that I never thought would be so tragic for me finally arrived. I was so excited about the test building that I felt 100% confident that I had the maximum knowledge to pass the test. As I walked into the building, I felt more confident and took a big step. The tests were distributed, and I had two hours. I opened the textbook, and I did my first law exam. And I was so happy to open it, because it was so easy to do the law test, and I could do it in just eight minutes. And the joy of doing compulsory subjects has stayed with me. But as soon as I opened the math compulsory block, all of a sudden the excitement was gone. I struggled to answer those three questions, and I was about to give up, but then I remembered the difficulties I had faced during my matriculation, and I felt that those three questions were nothing. Again, with the fire in my eyes, I was thinking logically, drawing, and working on the questions that I couldn't get out of math. I was so excited, I thought it was going to be at least 187.9, score, so I started copying the answers from textbook to the actual title.There was very little time left to copy, I had to copy two questions per minute. I got it right on time. I was so excited about the fact that I could now compare my transcript to my transcript and shout it out loud when I got out, that I took my transcript and compared it to my transcript. And I looked question 41, which was a B in my test book and an A in the title. I couldn't believe my eyes and I checked it three times. It was as if ice water had been poured on the fire in my eyes.I quickly handed the title to the controller, and a minute ago, the boy who was thinking about shouting loudly could not even make a little sound. I've gotten to the point where I don't want to step out of the binomial that I've stepped into. I felt like a celebrity when I walked out, because there were so many people who knew me and wanted to know if I had scored 189 score or not. Unfortunately, I had misplaced the question, which was worth 3.1 points, in the exact title, and I couldn't fix it, and no one would listen to me. Imagine, from January to August, I never scored less than 186 to 189 on any of the block tests, but I may have mistaken the easy test two or three times over the block test. I don't regret making mistakes because of my lack of knowledge, but I'm hurt that I made mistakes when I had access to the grant with my knowledge. So I was recommended to TDYU as a contract student. My family felt sorry for my work, but they encouraged me, believing that there was some wisdom in it ... .

Amina walked out the door and down the deserted road nervously. She didn't look back so that her mother wouldn't see the fear in her eyes and beg her to stay home. She had to do this. Her future and her family's depended on it. She looked around for support but found none. So far, she had only seen two goats and a dog. There wasn't a soul outside. Not even signs of life like cooking pots and remains of last night's charcoal fires. Nothing. As she walked past the third house, Amina began to wonder whether leaving home had been a good idea. It now seemed quite unlikely that the exams would hold today. Who would be crazy enough to come out? Her schoolmates would laugh at her when they heard. That is if she made it back alive. Should she turn back and go home? At least, she had made an effort. Amina kept going. She could not explain why. A few minutes later, she saw someone. Finally! A middle-aged man from the look of it. He was wobbling along the path with his back to her, clutching a bundle of firewood. From his slight hunchback and slender frame, it was Mallam Yinusa on his way back home- most likely from the forest. His house was not very far off- just beyond the huge, gnarled kapok tree by the marketplace. Amina had never been happier to see anyone in her entire life! “Good morning, Mallam!” she cried. He whirled round in astonishment to see Amina walking right behind him. His mouth fell open. “Amina! Kai, kai, kai! Where are you going this morning? Do your parents know you are out? Don't they know what's going on?” Amina squirmed, “I know, Mallam. But I need to be in school this morning for my exams.” Mallam Yinusa frowned. “You children and this school madness! The village is not safe. Stay indoors! Go home! School can wait!” Seeing that he was not having any luck dissuading her, he added with a sigh, “Alright! If you insist on going to school, I wouldn't advise you to follow this path. It's far too exposed. Anything can happen here. Go through the farms until you get close to school.” Amina thanked him for the advice and watched as he disappeared behind some mud huts which had weatherworn thatch roofs. Her face fell again. She was alone once more. Just a little girl on a lonely, dangerous road. She trudged on warily. A bit further on, she made out two dark figures ahead of her. Her heart lurched. They were about sixty yards away and heading in her direction. As they hurriedly approached, she realized that they were holding machetes. One was shorter and stockier than the other. She heard their hushed, angry voices despite the distance. Sound travelled faster in graveyard silence. When they realized that they were not alone they stopped talking and maintained a more cautious pace. Amina's heart pounded loudly. She could not turn and run. That would be foolhardy as it would raise suspicion and they would definitely catch up with her. She would just have to pray that they were not ‘Boko Haram' (Islamic terrorists) and would just walk on by. The alternative was almost certain death. Her school uniform would draw ire. She thought of the kidnapped Chibok girls for a minute and almost passed out. Most were still missing! The two men looked more menacing as they approached, both wearing amulets on their arms and ankles. Their dirty, brown clothes had sprinkles of dark red. As they drew closer, she noticed that they were both glaring at her. She wanted to disappear! Amina's throat was dry, lips parched. Her heart thumped maddeningly against her rib cage. It wanted out! She clutched her pencil tightly till her palm almost bled. Death was just a few yards away. Was it too late to run? But her legs wouldn't have taken her far as they were almost giving way. For some reason, she found them still ambling on. The two men were a few steps away now. Their eyes were bloodshot and even more dislikeable. Amina was certain that someone had died by their hands that morning. Perhaps, it was her turn to suffer a similar fate? They scowled at her. It was then she recognized their faces. They were both local hunters- probably on morning patrol following rumours of an impending ‘Boko Haram' attack on the village. In her state, Amina was too terrified to greet them. Neither party exchanged pleasantries. From their expressions, however, it was clear they disapproved of her presence on the road. She was a distraction. They would rather preoccupy their minds with genuine threats, not little girls in school uniforms. These sentiments were vividly conveyed but not voiced. As they passed her on either side, they reeked of a foul stench of blood and death. Amina breathed a huge sigh of relief when they passed and quickened her pace. She had almost died of fright. She knew she couldn't go through such an ordeal again and had to get to Bilkisu's house as quickly as possible. She couldn't do this alone anymore.