The Walls

Once upon a time there was a girl called Love. She was so kind and generous and very curious about the world outside of the Walls.

Love, was staying in a beautiful city but her parents was very affraid because she was so sensitive and small, so they keep her inside the

Walls.

Love, she has a beautiful room with so many toys and books and she had a teacher that she visited her 4 days per week to do their homework. It was very interested onthe outside world and she often asked questions to the teacher:

_What exist behind the Walls?

The teacher never responded clearly.she was always say things with no sense.

The sky is blue. The trees are green.There are big houses and red flowers.

One night, Love was trying to sleep and then a strange insect come to her room.

Zzzzzzz

Zzzzzz

Are you a mosquito?

She asked the insect…

Noo , I am a libelule.I am the savage libelule but the wind make me loose my path.i lost my sisters.my sisters love me

They will come back for me.

Are you coming outside of the Walls??

Please tell me,what exist out there..

Love, asked the little insect.

Have you ever see the night without stars?

Noo, responded the little girl

Have you ever see a bird without wings??

Noo, responded the little girl

So, that is behind the Walls.

Sadness and fear.

No place to stay and play.

Because the Love walk away since several years ago!!

But i don’t understand…

I am Love and i never walk away…

In fact i never had the chance to get out of those Walls!!!

She responded in a very serious way.

Then, if you are The Love.

I must educate you .

I have no time , my sisters will come soon for me. We are happy only when we’re all together.

If you are The Love, You must be free.

You must overcome those Walls.

You must go deep and receive before you take. But you must always give freely.

Each time you give love, a libelule is born.

We need so many libelules to keep this world, in harmony, full of light and full of hope.

If you are the Love, no Matter what,you will stay in the heart of Humans and animals. You Will try every day and night.

Because only Love can bring happiness to faces of human, only love can bring back the light to the stars…only Love can bring the wings to the birds.

If you are the Love, only You , You can destroy those Walls!!!!!

The Love is a huge energy, full of light and compassion.

Nobody can stop her, if she make wishes.

If you’re the true Love, this world will be in peace, happy,and healthy again.

nature
it accelerates when awakened with its drive and mystery
of the vibe devoted to the sources
of the bloom
childhood memories have never grasped
how comprehensive are the terms
the scents
fully gathered in the calls
praising the magnitude of the colors scents
and the shapes of nature
it attracts with its majestic ductility
eternally

to the Word

to the Word the land is married
and shows the fruit of otherhood
of the only “I”

encrypted by the poetic transcendence
the divine in the Eden’s mirror
awakened the memory

of the real woman’s face

the possessed Phidias’s eye
braided the admiration plait towards her
nature girded between her hips

Marathon

you are perusing the old books
incessantly
nagged by the multitude
of relentless suggestions
searching for the shape of being
not melting away in the stream
of disordered impressions
you notice the stem of chaos
in resisting thoughts
you have dived into the net
of exquisite terms
dangling questions
looking back
you cannot surpass what’s native
the identicality is forever gone
you have found your Ithaca
even though it does not bring
the Ulisess’s voice

verba*

dancing the words
in the Babel tower with virality peak

Logos sprinkled with opulence
touched with symbolic kisses

in a slice of fresh baked bread
recalled with taste

between the banks of Styx
ignited by doubt

regardless of the season weaved
lushly in its forms

a poetic word is the only necros
for the quietus of mine

verba* – latin for “words”

Beauty

The yearning for the secret beauty
wandering the enlightened road,
is something of an eternal question.

Viewing things from newer and newer
perspective, which is its reflection

full of harmony.

Experiencing the phenomena of much bigger importance
than just some fleeting sensations
so as to touch the ecstasy.

The truer it is, the closer to eternity.

Jakub Sajkowski (1985) – Polish poet and translator, author of five poetry volumes. He translated poems to and from English, and also from Russian, Mandarin Chinese, Ukrainian and Belarussian. Translated to Slovenian and English.

The Same Rain

How many more rains must I listen to

before I hear the one and only rain,

before I hear the self that is fading away?

Rain only casts a temporary sheen

on the stones of the Ming Palace Ruins.

It drifts far and near; its feet tread upon the water,

countless fine stitches mend a tattered grey cloth.

Rain can always begin anew,

as if all rains are the same rain.

Yet you cannot make the same mistake twice,

not even beneath this very same rain.

This morning, I hear the same rain falling again and again:

on singing towers with lowered red curtains, on open-roofed boats;

on the dimming eaves of monk’s quarters.

But you, listening to the rain, are forever in another rain.

Passing Shaojia Mountain in Spring, Thinking of My Elder Brother Yongping

The mountain is still the same mountain, shaped like a saddle

the valley in between is now filled with tangled green

no one lingers in the hills, nor does water flow

where one might pause for a moment, to see the self of old

Only stones, only trees, only branching paths

leading to memory or oblivion, to where we came from and where we go

which is truer? even light rises late

even the dust we breathe

carries an unspeakable breath of the afterlife

This morning I crossed through the mountain, not to seek you

you dwell in farther hills, on higher ground

entangled with mist and clouds

my cry is but a pale grey stone, falling into the valley

no echo returns, that somber green

still nurtures invisible particles

All earthly toil is but a feast of flowing water

the mountains we climbed together still lie ahead

even between you and me

perhaps I ought to rise like slow sap

up black treetops, blooming into words in the air

The Tapestry of Words

He wove a tapestry from words,

yet only saw its front—

a riot of blooms and colour,

never the tangled threads behind,

the knotted, messy stitches,

a puzzle of hues where no one

could trace where each line began or bent.

Inside the story he wove, he spoke to someone,

using that man’s hands and speech, till there was nothing left to say.

It felt like a real place,

yet nothing existed there, no space at all—

the emptiness between the outstretched arms of a sleepwalker.

A universe without substance, where rain watered the galaxy,

and a frying pan cooled slowly, leaning against a wall.

There would be no certain ending, no protagonist

rising again in each act. He grew tired of repetition,

yet could not bring it to a full close. Only

by falling into the grass could he breathe

the sharp scent of real earth, and see inside the roots

a busy republic. His abstract life

lifted the roof higher, and the flocks of birds that divined upon it.

And this bright, blazed tapestry, its edges blurred,

hung on a nail of stars, high above the road,

replacing every visible landscape.

He always longed to circle to its back,

as he once did in childhood, behind the screen of an open-air movie,

since he could not understand the story woven on its front.

Impressions of Visiting Zhou Libo’s Former Residence

I must have read your works in childhood,

The Tempestuous Storm and Great Changes in a Mountain Village,

along with the School of Potato Fiction and Bitter Chrysanthemum.

Yet not a single line comes back to me now.

Those vicissitudes of life repeat themselves time and again;

layer upon layer of historical shale

has long pressed childhood curiosity deep into the folds of time.

I may reread you, or I may not.

Yet your slim translated works,

the palm-sized dictionary you used to teach yourself foreign languages,

have deepened my admiration for you.

I said to Bu Cundan who toured here with me:

Compared with your generation, contemporary poetry

lacks the concern for and ability to tackle grand themes,

mostly trivial trivialities, petty self-absorbed trivialities no bigger than dirt under a fingernail.

You said your writings will fade away soon,

and your name will be quickly forgotten by the world.

Yet the truth, goodness and beauty your words have touched,

the courage and revolutionary spirit within, shall endure forever.

I fully agree with this view, just as

striving for the people’s yearning for happiness

and striving for the people’s happiness itself

are two entirely opposite things.

Then I think of other souls:

Ovid, the playful bard of tender love, undone by his own genius;

Yeats, knight of the golden rose, casting a cold glance

at life and death, yet walking ever onward;

Keats, the twenty-six-year-old youth who wrote his name on water;

Dickinson, the final enigma left to the world—”Return”.

Nero’s Golden Palace has long fallen into ruin,

and eternal Rome itself has long fallen.

But those who, in their lifetime, fretted over love and fame

that would sink into nothingness in the end

have outlived

all of us, including you and me.

Silver River as Your Witness

Warm the summer days, the Silver River lies in quiet grace;

Fortuned the chosen date, blessed the auspicious hour and place.

Upon this nuptial rite, may peace and health attend all years;

Heaven-made perfect pair, in lute and harp harmonious cheers.

May your predestined bond forever stand secure,

Walk hand in hand till hoary hair endure.

Through wind and moon you side by side shall roam,

Journey together down the rest of life’s long home.

Benevolent the mother, filial the daughter bright;

Amber glows with pure and radiant light.

Poetry and painting blend in one refined delight,

Spanning the East and West, across the world’s broad height.

Rise early, rest late; begin with end in thoughtful mind,

In flourishing prosperity all joys you ever find.

Iron Metabolism in the Human Body

Mirzajonova Sabokhon

Assistant of the Department of Physiology

Mahammadjonova Mohlaroy Doniyorbek qizi

Student of Fergana Medical Institute of Public Health

Introduction

Iron is one of the most essential microelements for the human body. It plays an important role in normal cellular activity, oxygen transport, energy metabolism, and enzyme functions. A deficiency of iron in the body leads to anemia, while excess iron may cause various toxic conditions. Therefore, iron metabolism is considered a strictly regulated biological process.

Iron is mainly found in hemoglobin. Hemoglobin is a protein contained in erythrocytes (red blood cells) that transports oxygen from the lungs to tissues. In addition, iron is also a component of myoglobin, cytochromes, and many enzymes. The body of an adult human contains approximately 3–5 grams of iron.

Absorption and Transport of Iron

Iron enters the body through food products. The main dietary sources of iron include meat, liver, egg yolk, legumes, spinach, and cereals. Dietary iron exists in two forms: heme iron and non-heme iron. Heme iron is mainly found in animal products and is more easily absorbed by the body. Non-heme iron is found in plant products and is absorbed less efficiently.

Most iron absorption occurs in the duodenum and the upper part of the small intestine. Ascorbic acid (vitamin C) enhances iron absorption, whereas phytates, as well as tannins found in tea and coffee, reduce iron absorption.

Within intestinal cells, iron passes into the bloodstream with the help of special proteins. In the blood, iron binds to the protein transferrin, which transports it to the bone marrow, liver, and other tissues.

Functions of Iron in the Body

One of the main functions of iron is its participation in oxygen transport. Iron in hemoglobin binds oxygen molecules and delivers them to all organs and tissues. Iron in myoglobin creates an oxygen reserve in muscles.

In addition, iron is a structural component of many enzymes involved in oxidation-reduction reactions. It plays an important role in energy production, immune system function, and cell growth. Iron deficiency weakens the immune system and may lead to fatigue, dizziness, and reduced working capacity.

Storage of Iron

Excess iron in the body is stored in the forms of ferritin and hemosiderin. The main iron reserves accumulate in the liver, spleen, and bone marrow. Ferritin is a water-soluble protein that safely stores iron, whereas hemosiderin represents a more concentrated storage form of iron.

Iron metabolism in the body is regulated by hormones and biologically active substances. In particular, the hormone hepcidin controls the absorption of iron from the intestine and its release into the bloodstream. When hepcidin levels increase, iron transfer into the blood decreases and slows down.

Iron Deficiency and Iron Overload

Iron deficiency is one of the most common micronutrient deficiencies worldwide. It may result from poor nutrition, chronic blood loss, pregnancy, or intestinal diseases. In iron deficiency anemia, the hemoglobin level decreases, and oxygen delivery to tissues becomes impaired.

Excessive accumulation of iron may lead to hemochromatosis. In this condition, iron accumulates in the liver, heart, and pancreas, disrupting the function of these organs. Therefore, maintaining a normal level of iron in the body is extremely important.

Conclusion

In conclusion, iron is an essential microelement necessary for the normal functioning of the human body. It plays a vital role in oxygen transport, enzyme activity, and energy metabolism. Both iron deficiency and iron overload are dangerous for the body. Therefore, consuming iron-rich foods in moderation and maintaining a healthy diet are crucial for preserving overall health.

Ι do not belong…

All your life they teach how u must do, think, act, love, live, smile

All the years of education they teach how u must be present, dress, talk, feel…

All the time at your job they teach u how u behave, how u must sit, react, claim, interfere, communicate…

All that faces they teach me..make me feel that i do not belong

I do not belong in half truth

I do not belong in that small garden

I do not belong in the words that was never said

I do not belong in small boxes that keep the smile of the morning

I do not belong in shoutting and builing  .

I don’t belong in love, i never get

I do not belong in the incertain possibilities

But i do belong in myself

And in the possibility of climbing a big mountain

Maybe never go to the top..

But  i do belong in my dreams..

Hello, I wanted to share an idea with you: heat recovery from a fireplace.

When one heats a house, an apartment, or any living space with a fire in a fireplace or stove, heat is emitted and radiates around it, warming the room where the fire is located.

The idea I am presenting is that by recovering the hot air from the combustion in pipes, this hot air, then circulated through a system of pipes around the living space and out of the room, can carry the heat. This heat, radiating from the pipes themselves, will spread around them and be able to heat the entire space, or at least a portion of it, beyond the room where the initial fire was located.

Several applications of this idea are possible. First, it is important to avoid capturing combustion fumes and catch only the hot air. This can be achieved by carefully positioning the hot air intakes and using a filter, for example. Next, the heating system’s circulation pipes must be made of a suitable material, such as a heat-conducting metal like lightweight aluminum, to maximize the system’s performance. Finally, the hot air, being naturally mobile, must be directed either to a cooler outside outlet or, potentially, to a storage system, as properly conditioned hot air is known to retain heat well.

In the installation of these two, hot air outlet and storage systems, I believe a small turbine, either propeller-driven or powered by a dynamo, could be installed. With the right equipment, this could generate a small amount of domestic electricity. In the case of a domestic dwelling, having a stock of hot air will easily serve, if installed for this purpose, to heat water for the inhabitants’ use.

Thus, by recovering heat in the truest sense of the word, we can save firewood, firstly to improve our living conditions, and secondly, we can see it as a potential source of responsible electricity and hot water!

We could easily imagine this system on the scale of an entire building, or even a group of houses…

You’ll probably need to be a bit handy or a “DIYer” to install such a network of pipes, but I think it’s within reach of many people around the world.

And having already seen it installed at a friend’s house who followed my advice, I can guarantee you it’s remarkably efficient!