Poetry from Christina Margeti

Gaza

The skies were filled

with birds of steel.

Merciless leaders

with flying hatred,

sowing Hades

in cities and villages.

A stream of blood,

flowing,

for the treacherous

interests.

Empty eyes,

glow

with death.

Dreams are deserted.

Nests torn down.

The wailing is heart-rending

as the East touches

our small screens.

The fire of war.

The human race:

a curse upon creation.

At dusk,

terror lurks.

And yet—

A spark

is born timidly.

Humanity’s

resistance is defined by:

Poetry.

When it encounters horror,

it does not remain silent!

In the streets

it cries out,

a militant herald.

A thousand times

Don Quixotes,

rather than bear

complicity

and indifference!

And if we long

for the great book

of life,

having left our initials behind,

let us stand

by the defenseless,

like castles!

…..

IN THE TREE OF MY CHILDHOOD YEARS

Silently

it cast its shadow,

the ancient tree.

On its broad trunk,

children lost

in tales of magic.

It played hide-and-seek with us,

and its breath,

filled our nostrils.

On its branches,

dreams spread out,

and it—

it too

dreamed a thousand dreams with us.

It always listened,

but never betrayed

 our secrets.

Tight embraces and vows

buried in its roots.

To this tree…

To every tree…

Have we ever said thank you?

From Christina Margeti:

I was born in Athens in 1980, and from an early age interested in the relationship between culture and society. I’ve been writing as a hobby since I was a child. Writing has always been my most natural way of expressing myself and understanding the world, a constant inner need that has accompanied me at every stage of my life.

After high school, I pursued studies in the field of Information Technology, both in private and public vocational training programs, acquiring a solid technological foundation and analytical thinking skills. Later, I studied Greek Culture at the Hellenic Open University, successfully completing the History course, which deepened my interest in social and cultural structures.

Throughout my journey, I have combined work and education, adapting to the needs of each period, while maintaining my knowledge of English and German, which I always strive to refresh. At the same time, personal development and lifelong learning are fundamental elements of my journey and my goal.

I am the founder and owner of the sole proprietorship “Nea Themiskyra,” a vision that began in 2022. I financially support the publication of my book in collaboration with the publishing house AKAKIA, provide writing services, and distribute my book, as well as works by other authors, online.

I have actively participated in human rights campaigns and social initiatives in Athens. In the past, I was a member of the Rainbow Families. 

I recently added my name to the collective initiative “Her Voice – Women Writers Against Gender-Based Violence,” in support of women’s empowerment.

The inspiration for my first book, “IStis Politeies tis Gynaikas” was born in 2014, when I felt strongly that this story needed to be told and given form. In 2022, the work was printed and published for the first time in London by AKAKIA Publications. It was a small-format book with a limited print run. The second expanded edition was released in 2023 with a larger print run and in a larger format than the original. 

The third expanded edition of this book is being published this year, 2026.

In my free time, I engage in meditation, wellness, the study of social issues, and connecting with nature—I hold a second-degree Reiki certification.

Essay from Saparboyeva Laylo Xajibay qizi

Late Happiness

Dark fate knocked on the door twice in a single day: as Bayna momo laid her two beloved ones into the earth, it felt as though not only the sun of that day, but the sun of her entire life had set. The yard fell silent and desolate, the tandoor grew cold, and even the wooden platform by the door lay quiet, as if it too had lost its owner. Once, the sound of a man’s footsteps and her son’s cheerful laughter echoed through this yard. Now, Bayna momo was condemned to live among memories and restless loyalty.

People came and went, offering words of comfort, and then dispersed, each returning to their own concerns. Bayna momo was left alone, face to face with her solitude. At times, she would sit by the hearth, gazing far into the distance, as if waiting for someone from the past to return.

Zamon the horse keeper still walked about the village with pride. Not a trace of regret could be seen in his eyes. Yet in the hearts of the people, heavy words toward him were ripening; all the elderly women of the village cursed him silently from within. Before long, Zamon’s affairs began to fail: all his horses died in a single day, his trade collapsed, and his reputation fell to the ground. People turned away from him. It was as if an invisible curse followed him wherever he went.

One day, Bayna momo went to the market. There, she noticed a young man working as a cart driver. There was a calmness in his face, mixed with a quiet sorrow.

“Thank you, my child,” she said involuntarily.

“Your voice… your gentle voice and your words reminded me of my mother…” he replied, his eyes filling with tears.

From that day on, the yard came back to life. Tea would boil on the platform, the smell of fresh bread would rise from the tandoor, and in the evenings, the quiet conversations of two souls would fill the courtyard. Bayna momo straightened her back, and light returned to her eyes. She no longer thought of the past, but began to think of tomorrow.

The wind blew again. But this time, it was not destructive—it was a warm breeze circling the yard.

Bayna momo finally understood: a human life is made of trials. Some fall while standing against the wind, while others rise again after it passes. Meaning had returned to her life—the happiness of being a mother once more.

Saparboyeva Laylo Xajibay qizi (born in 2010) is a student of the Ogahiy School of Creativity and a young writer.

She began her creative journey in primary school by writing poetry. After a certain break, she returned to literature and is currently working in the field of prose. Her dedication piece titled “I live in Your Heart” was published in the newspaper “Xiva Tongi”.

Laylo actively participates in scientific and practical conferences, where she expresses her ideas and perspectives on literature and creative thinking. In addition, she writes short stories and fanfiction, which she shares on online platforms.

Her works mainly focus on human emotions, inner experiences, and observations of life. In the future, she aims to further develop her creative potential and become an internationally recognized writer.

Poetry from Xo’jamurodova Nigina 

Tulip

My tulip’s heart is filled with blood,

Its world is shattered, ruined.

Those cowards it once believed in,

Strangers who spoke only lies.

My gentle one, my delicate soul,

Forget the burdens of this world.

Among these cowards,

Do not bow your head—stand proud.

Many are drunk on the wine

Of this fleeting world.

But for the pain called love,

There is no one who has not been defeated.

Xo’jamurodova Nigina 

Uzbekistan 

Poetry from Harinder Cheema

The White Dove

Wiith a  bag of verses on my back

I was searching for Peace on a lonely track

I saw a small hut and went inside 

Hoping to find someone who could guide

A sage was sitting with closed eyes

I felt I was in paradise 

“What do you seek” ? He questioned without looking at me 

Politely, I replied, “Peace and Serenity”.

“Are you ready to renounce the world” ? he enquired asking me to sit

To which I replied,” No your holiness, I want to transform it”.

After seeking his blessings I came back 

Walking bravely the same lonely track

I realised I had a different goal

I don’t fit into a sage’s role

God has made me a bard

To spread positivity through my art

Poetry for me is a “white dove”

Spreading messages of peace and love.

Harinder Cheema is an internationally renowned, award-winning poet, novelist, author, editor, anchor, and a motivational speaker. A Naji Naaman Laureate, she stands among distinguished global literary voices and has been featured in 50 Memorable Women, Asia by the Stockholm Project. Her work has also been featured in the prestigious Farsala Academy, Greece, and Café Philo, New Delhi. Her poems have been translated into many national and international languages. She is a motivational speaker and has been invited by many colleges and Universities of India as a guest speaker. She has also graced various national and international literature festivals and events as a distinguished guest.

Poetry from Prasanna Kumar Dalai

NIGHT OF THE AUTUMN!

Where will there ever be such a night

A starry night is lost in your thoughts 

And after a while you often get tired

This night of autumn will never return 

This glorious time will stay stagnant 

The waves always sing a soft melody

The wet winds will carry a cold fire 

To sing the glory of life in different tune

Let your heart be open to speak up now

The autumn will always fade away

Telling your story in shades of night

Never will the night come back again.

 QUEEN OF THE NIGHT!

The mystical moonlight of forest 

In the coziness of shadow and mystery 

In the dreams of body and mind

The lady night comes to sense

The loving swan is lost in her dreams

Returns with the songsters of spring

When the sun sets in the evening 

On the path covered by canopy of trees

With waves of the fascinated ocean

The flute keeps on giving her a call

Queen of the night looks for her beloved

Here is the holy echo of the tunes.

IF I STAY BACK NOW!

Leave not , my heart is not satiated yet

You did just arrive and the spring set in

Let the air hold your fragrance for hours

Let my gaze wander in and around you

Let the evening gradually deepen more 

That my heart can calm down and settle 

Let me live a while when stars do shine

The lamps are lit too ; forbid me never

If I stay back now , I can never go again 

Let my emotions at your cherubic glance 

Spread the wings for they may fade soon

With your thirst and yearning unquenched.

ONLY THOSE WORDS!

What was on my heart is to be told

Do secretly give ears to those words 

Say not everything that can’t be said

But all kinds of feelings never forget

I have refined myself because of you

The heart too needs be more polished 

Do spread your silver hair in fiery sun

The kohl on eyes has driven me crazy

The veil is rather all soaked with rain 

You are my moon covered by clouds

For the heart does not listen to soul

Just wants to let it go without reason.

Sahitya Ratnakar Dr Prasana Kumar Dalai.

(DOB 07/06/1973) is a passionate Indian Author-cum- bilingual poet while a tremendous Asst Professor of English by profession in the Ganjam district of Odisha. He is an accomplished source of inspiration for young generation of India. His free verse on Romantic and melancholic poems appreciated by everyone. He belongs to a small typical village Nandiagada of Ganjam District,the state of Odisha.After schooling he studied intermediate and Graduated in Kabisurjya Baladev vigyan Mahavidyalaya then M A in English from Berhampur University PhD in language and literature and D. Litt from Colombian poetic house from South America.

He promotes his specific writings around the world literature and trades with multiple stems that are related to current issues based on his observation and experiences that needs urgent attention. He is an award-winning writer who has achieved various laurels from the circle of writing worldwide. His free verse poems not only inspire young readers but also the ready of current time. His poetic symbol is right now inspiring others, some of which are appreciated by laurels of India and across the world. Many of his poems been translated in different Indian languages and got global appreciation. Lots of well wishes for his upcoming writings and success in future.

He is an award-winning poet author of many best seller books. Recently he was awarded Rabindra nath Tagore and Gujarat Sahitya Academy for the year 2022 from Motivational Strips. Jaidev Puraskar from Kavita Minar Badamba Cuttack A gold medal from world union of poets France & winner Of Rahim Karims world literary prize 2023.The government of Odisha Higher Education Department appointed him as a president to Governing body of Padmashree Dr Ghanashyam Mishra Sanskrit Degree College, Kabisurjyanagar. Winner of ” HYPERPOEM ” GUNIESS WORLD RECORD 2023.Recently he was awarded at the SABDA literary Festival at Assam. Highest literary honour from Peru contributing world literature 2024.Prestigious Cesar Vellejo award 2024 & Highest literary honour from Peru. Director at Samrat Educational charitable Trust Berhampur, Ganjam Odisha.

Vicedomini of the World Union of Poets, Italy. UHE awarded him the prestigious Golden Eagle award for his contributions to world literature in 2025.

Completed 257 epistolary poems with American poet Kristy Raines.

Bharat Seva Ratna National award 2025, International Glory award from Manam Foundation Hyderabad Telengana. On the eve of the 1979 Independence Day celebration he earned the Rashtra Ratna award & Maa Bharati Seva Sammana. In 2025 he received a doctorate in Humanity and Literature from Theophany University in Haiti with UNESCO, AEADO and the leaders of Autonomy International. The Prince of Crimea and the Golden Horde from the House of Genghis Khan gave him the prestigious title of “Honorary Bey.”

Received Sahitya Ratnakar from New Delhi 2025, Honorary Doctorate from RMF University collaborated with east and west university Florida United States of America on the eve of International Peace Day. Prestigious THE CONDOR OF ANDES from UHE Mexico 2025. PRESTIGIOUS DOCTORATE from VICTORIA UNIVERSITY OF CULTURE AND WORLD PEACE 2025. Nominated for Padmashree 2025. Three-time Gold from the world Union of Poets France. Doctorate from Theophany university Haiti contribution for the world literature 2025. SAHITYA RATNAKAR from New Delhi. Dr. Mayadhar Mansigh Saraswat Samman 2025. Doctorate in Gandhian Philosophy, Peace and Humanity 2025.

Doctorate from Victoria University for Peace 2026. UHE of Peru appointed him as a World Ambassador for Peace and Justice 2026.Valiant of the Nation Award 2026 on the eve of the 129th birthday commemoration for Subash Chandra Bose.

INTERNATIONAL BOOKS

1.Psalm of the Soul 2. Rise of New Dawn 3. Secret Of Torment 4. Everything I Never Told You. 5.Vision Of Life National Library Kolkata 6.100 Shadows of Dream 7. Timeless Anguish 8. Voice of Silence 9.I Cross my Heart from East to West and epistolary poetry with Kristy Raines, published in USA.

Essay from Maxsudbekova Farog‘at Izzatbek qizi

I can’t keep quiet about this: why do people have no sense of personal boundaries anymore?
Every human being is created unique — from a fingerprint to a single strand of hair.
So why, as time passes, are people trying to dress the same, think the same, behave the same?
Why does “What will people say?” still remains the strongest fear in our minds?
Life is given to us only once.
Even in old stories, this life is described as a test — the result of Adam and Eve’s mistake.
Yet despite that, God Himself says: “Walk the earth I created, see it, live it.”
Then why should we spend our lives imitating someone else?
Why do we immediately label a person as strange if they think differently, choose their own path, or bring a new idea?
Why do we rush to voice opinions no one even asked for?
As for me — I would rather protect my identity than live as a copy of someone else.
Because this is my life: my face, my body, my style, my channel, my blog.
In my opinion, the most foolish person is the one who changes themselves just to please others.
If I want to dance — I’ll dance.
If I want to laugh loudly — I’ll laugh.
If I feel like wearing an eye-catching hairstyle or my favorite clothes — I will.
If I’m overwhelmed and feel like crying — I’ll cry.
This is my personal space.
I don’t have the mindset of: “They didn’t play with me, so I won’t play either.”
I’m not afraid of being different.
And crying over the words of people who don’t matter? To me, that’s completely pointless.
Life is unbelievably beautiful…
Whatever judgments people may have, I will never lose my true self.
For some, I may be a joy; for others, an inspiration; and for others still — someone they can’t quite understand.
But no matter what, I am still one of a kind.
I will always live while respecting my own desires.
And even if I make mistakes sometimes, I’ll have no regrets — because I walked the path I truly wanted.
My conclusion is simple:
Respect yourself. Love yourself.
People’s opinions are nothing more than dust blown away by the wind.

Maxsudbekova Farog‘at Izzatbek qizi (born 2010) is a talented student of the Ogahiy Creative School, as well as a young poet and publicist. Her scientific and literary works have been recognized both nationally and internationally. Farog‘at’s article was published in Turkey’s prestigious academic journal “Bilgi Çeşmesi,” which is indexed in databases acknowledged by the Higher Attestation Commission.


Her poems are regularly featured in well-known national publications such as “Tong yulduzi,” “Ezgu so‘z,” “Gulxan,” and “G‘uncha.” Her works have also appeared in several major anthologies, including “Successful Generation” (USA, Lap Lambert Publishing), “Raven Cage Zein,” and the inter-school anthology “Ijod bog‘idan guldasta,” where her poems have been published multiple times.


Farog‘at manages her own creative channel, where she shares her poetry in collaboration with over 200 fellow young authors. Her article dedicated to Muhammad Rizo Ogahiy was published in South Korea, further strengthening international interest in her literary work.
Today, Farog‘at is known as a promising young literary enthusiast distinguished by her dedication, consistent creativity, and profound love for literature.

Short story from Bill Tope

Trump Deploys ICE Agents to Stand In for Striking Minnesota Doctors

Citing understaffing, improper training and administrative overload, some 28,000 Minnesota physicians have walked out. The gesture was made in sympathy with the almost 400,000 health care workers who staged a work stoppage last Thursday.

In response to this health care emergency, President Donald J. Trump has deployed some 5,000 ICE agents to stand in for the idled physicians. “We can’t have this bullshit,” railed Trump from Mar-a-Lago’s Epstein Lounge today.

“What if there’s an emergency?” he cried. “What is somebody’s suffering from deadly bone spurs or somethin’? Or if he gets a bruise on his hand, or starts fallin’ asleep at meetings and stuff?”

Confusion has been rampant, as poorly trained, unlicensed ICE agents grapple with medical emergencies. In Minneapolis, a pregnant Somali woman visited a hospital in desperate need of medical treatment.

But when the ICE physician was summoned, he immediately demanded identification. According to the agent, “Dr.” Biff Sluggard, a former nightclub bouncer from Keystone, Colorado, who was attracted to the $50,000 ICE recruitment bonus, the woman proved to be a non-citizen, but had a green card.

Slamming the woman to the floor, the doctor/agent arrested her on the spot. Prior to incarceration, the woman was sped by ambulance across the northern border into Canada, for delivery.

This was done, said an ICE spokesperson, to forestall subsequent patient claims of birthright citizenship. “ICE don’t believe in the 14th Amendment,” said Sluggard with a grin.

Emergency responders reacted to a call for help in the downtown Minneapolis area, only to find Jose Ruiz, a father of three small children, who became trapped under an automobile when the jack slipped.

 Deducing that the brown-skinned man, who had no papers, was illegal, they left him as he was and instantly took custody of his children, aged 1-7 years. Last word was that the children were en route to a containment warehouse in Muncie, Indiana.

So far as Humor Times could determine, the man remains trapped under his vehicle. At a community clinic in Rochester, a meaty ICE agent stood guard before the “Whites Only” entrance. Various patients approached the portal and were summarily turned away.

The patients were denied entrance, according to the guard, in order to “forestall contaminating blood lines.” Inside, the physician, who was identified as Dr. K. Noem, was at an adjoining animal shelter next door, executing dogs with a large caliber handgun.

Border Czar Tom Homan told Humor Times that ICE agents are a “natural fit” to replace “slothful and lazy physicians” who forgo work. “ICE agents,” rasped Homan, “are first and foremost enforcers: of immigration law, removal of felons and others who violate U.S laws.

“They conduct criminal Investigations in a manner similar to the way a doctor catalogs symptoms. We also conduct document inspections: you ever tried to get health care service without providing ID?” Homan asked. “Ain’t gonna happen.

“An’ we surveill and collaborate with other agencies. ICE agents,” said Homan, “can be used as a force multiplier. We do this,” he explained, “by stepping into duties that do not require doctors’ specialized screening training, like reading X-rays.

“ICE agents won’t be performing major surgery,” he said with a laugh. “I mean, no brain surgery or heart transplants or deliveries of babies. Unless,” he said, raising a thick forefinger, “they’re illegal. In that case, we’ll deliver the little bastard, but separate the child from the parents at birth. We’ll put ’em all in a cage!”

The decision to replace Minnesota doctors with ICE agents came about because of the success of Trump’s deployment of thousands of ICE agents to supplement the depleted roll of TSA agents who have been working at airports without pay.

Some 50,000 TSA workers have gone without a paycheck since DHS funding was denied on February 14. Trump said on Saturday that ICE agents would “do doctoring like no one has ever seen before.”

Trump said this includes “the immediate arrest of all Illegal Immigrants who have come into our Country, with heavy emphasis on those from Somalia.” Minneapolis, a hotbed of Somali occupation, is host to more than 107,000 such individuals.

Trump, who has often shown a flair for naming his various programs and policies, was asked what he’d call his Minnesota-based ploy. After a reflective pause, he replied, “I think I’ll call it The Final Solution. Kinda rolls off the tongue, don’t it?” he asked.