According to family legend, the mother of Jambul, Uldan, gave birth to him at a time when the village of Itiba (grandfather Jambul) were saved from the raids, not uncommon at that time in the desert. It happened near the mountain Dzhambul, in the upper Chu river (about 300 km from Alma-ATA) (now Almaty region of Kazakhstan). Zhabay, father Jambul, gave his son the name of the mountain. A boy Jambul learned to play the dombra. At the age of 14 he decided to leave home and become an akyn. The art of improvisation, he studied the akyn Suyunbai. Dzhambul sang exclusively in the Kazakh language. 1938 was the Supreme Council of the Kazakh SSR.
Dzhambul Dzhabayev died 22 Jun 1945, before reaching his century eight months. He was buried in Alma-ATA in a garden which he cultivated himself.
The summer before my junior year in high school, my family and I took a trip to a completely new world. Being from a small town, I had never really been exposed to the elements of a large city such as New York City. My trip there was like discovering an entirely new way of life that I had only heard stories of previously.
For about the tenth time the morning of the flight, I checked my room to make sure I didn’t leave anything important. My stomach was doing flips as we arrived at the airport and made our way to the gate. It didn’t get much better than this: I watched through the window as the runway zoomed by and the buildings and houses became smaller and smaller as the plane gained altitude. I realized that I would soon be in one of the most amazing cities of the United States.
