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We are the Sadykovs. Nice to meet you!

Welcome to our cherished corner of the internet, a vibrant celebration of the Sadykov family’s heartwarming journey and creative legacy. At the helm of our dynamic and loving family is Bako Sadykov, whose life is as rich and inspiring as the the stories he’s brought to life. Bako is not just our beloved Dad and Grandpa; he’s also a world-renowned director, actor, writer, and producer, whose passion for storytelling has touched the hearts of many around the globe.

Our family tapestry is woven with love, creativity, and the unique threads of each member: Bako, Zubeyda, Ulugbek, Umed, Feruza, Neki, Sayid, and Ali. Together, we share a bond that transcends the ordinary, rooted in the extraordinary legacy of our forebear.

Through this website, we invite you to step into our world, to celebrate the moments that define us, and to discover the stories that have shaped our journey. Welcome to the Sadykov family – where love, art, and heritage come together to create something truly magical.

Vision

Вдохновение

Gallery

Воспоминания

Art

Творчество

Family Tree

Семейное древо

Then a mason came forth and said, Speak to us of Houses.
And he answered and said:
Build of your imaginings a bower in the wilderness ere you build a house within the city walls.
For even as you have homecomings in your twilight, so has the wanderer in you, the ever distant and alone.
Your house is your larger body.
It grows in the sun and sleeps in the stillness of the night; and it is not dreamless. Does not your house dream? and dreaming, leave the city for grove or hilltop?

Your house shall be not an anchor but a mast.
It shall not be a glistening film that covers a wound, but an eyelid that guards the eye.
You shall not fold your wings that you may pass through doors, nor bend your heads that they strike not against a ceiling, nor fear to breathe lest walls should crack and fall down.
You shall not dwell in tombs made by the dead for the living.
And though of magnificence and splendour, your house shall not hold your secret nor shelter your longing.
For that which is boundless in you abides in the mansion of the sky, whose door is the morning mist, and whose windows are the songs and the silences of night.

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