/a/ woman conquest.

to be a woman. 

is a circle of being visible 

attention arrives, uninvited 

at the home front.

like a gentle dove,

she walks in silence, 

yet, she is ferocious,

to intruders. 

for dangers wears many faces. 

caution is her watchword.

she shrinks from retribution 

that the world is not a soft landing.

her fears see the future, 

for women are fragile mirrors 

they break easily. 

mortals roam without dystopia, 

but a woman world is not freedom 

her steps are calculative binaries. 

she endures the violence of unfenced territory. 

she lives without identity 

where no watches 

no warnings.

just her welding the sword of survival. 

she must survive where fears lingers like a apocalypse.

she is the sun that eclipse the moon. 

fighting everyday for a new dawn.

A Female’s Quiet Battle 

To be female 

has often meant 

to be seen before being known

attention arriving uninvited, 

everywhere. 

They call me quiet, 

an introvert wrapped in silence, 

yet even in stillness 

eyes find me. 

Before I speak, 

I am already felt— 

like heat on the back of the neck, 

like footsteps that never pass. 

Silence does not hide me. 

It only makes the staring louder

a weight pressing 

between my shoulders, 

refusing to lift. 

I walk with awareness stitched into my skin, 

a constant echo of be careful. 

For danger wears many faces, 

stories whispered 

about what could happen

if I am not cautious enough

There are fears I carry

standing to speak, 

finding my voice 

in rooms too loud, 

too watchful.

They say overcome it, 

but courage is not simple 

when fear has learned your name

They say a woman is fragile

as if strength cannot live

inside trembling hands, 

as if breaking is all we know. 

And so I shrink sometimes, 

not from weakness, 

but from knowing 

the world does not soften for me. 

I cannot choose recklessness 

and expect safety in return. 

Where others roam without thought, 

I measure my steps, 

I have learned to fold myself

not small, 

but precise

slipping through spaces 

without catching 

like fabric on a nail. 

Even my voice 

checks the room before it rises, 

testing the air 

like something that could burn. 

Freedom, for me, 

is not careless. 

It is the lit path, 

the crowded bus, 

the seat closest to the door 

a quiet math of staying safe. 

In those moments, 

I am both the one who fears 

and the one who guards

holding myself together 

with nothing but awareness 

They have called me fragile. 

But they have not seen 

how steady my hands remain 

when my heart is running, 

how I keep walking 

when every instinct says turn back. 

Still, I move. 

Not freely

but forward.

And if I am watched, 

if I am measured, 

if I must carry this constant knowing

then I will become 

unmissable in another way: 

not the girl who shrinks, 

not the shadow that passes 

but the voice of a woman

that remained

despite the fear. 

This is a poem by Hauwa Hassan Haruna, I am an upcoming artist, who fell in love with the literary space and trying to find her own place and voice. I have a post graduate degree in international relations and as an aspiring diplomat, I wish to convey message through writing.

Hauwa Hassan Haruna writes from Minna, Nigeria. She holds a B.A and M.A International studies and diplomacy from Ibrahim Badamosi Babangida University, Lapai. When she is not writing, she travels and loves to cook. 

The Rise of Internet Stars and the Reality Behind the Screen

Today, the internet has moved far beyond being a simple means of communication and has become an essential part of human life and a vast information space. With just a phone, a person can become known to the whole world and gain the attention of millions. In the past, it took years of hard work to achieve fame, whereas today even a few seconds of video can turn someone into an internet star.

In this way, a new generation known as “internet stars” has emerged. They are becoming increasingly influential in today’s society. Young people admire their style of dressing, way of speaking, and lifestyle. Social media further enhances this fame by presenting an attractive image: expensive cars, luxurious living, constant smiles, and apparent success draw people in. However, the reality behind the screen is not always visible.

One of the main reasons for the popularity of internet stars is that they appear closer and more relatable to ordinary people than traditional celebrities. Through daily videos, live streams, and posts, followers feel as if they personally know them. This creates a strong emotional connection. As a result, internet influencers can shape opinions, trends, and even people’s dreams.

Internet stars also have a positive side. Some of them encourage people to study, learn languages, and engage in sports. Others raise awareness about social issues such as environmental protection, charity, education, and mental health. Many young people have found motivation and inspiration through online creators who share useful knowledge and life experiences. In this sense, the internet has become a field of great opportunities where talent can be discovered regardless of background or social status.

Moreover, the internet has opened doors for creativity and self-expression. People who once had no opportunity to share their talents can now present their art, music, writing, or ideas to a global audience. This has made the modern world more connected and dynamic. Some internet stars even use their influence to support charitable projects and help communities in need.

Nevertheless, there is another side to the issue. Today, many people consider fame to be the same as success. Some internet stars resort to showing a fake life, creating artificial personas, or using emotions merely to increase followers and views. In many cases, the content people see online is carefully edited and designed to appear perfect. Expensive lifestyles, luxurious vacations, and endless happiness may not reflect reality at all.

What is even more concerning is that young people often perceive this as real life and genuine achievement. They begin comparing themselves with unrealistic standards and may feel dissatisfied with their own lives. Some become obsessed with gaining likes, followers, and online attention instead of focusing on education, personal growth, and real relationships. This can negatively affect confidence, mental health, and values.

As a result, it sometimes seems that a person’s online image has become more important than their inner world and true identity. Many people, instead of preserving their authenticity, try to create an image that pleases others. Artificiality is gradually becoming normal. In the race for popularity, honesty and sincerity are sometimes sacrificed.

Another important issue is that internet fame is often temporary. Trends change quickly, and public attention can disappear overnight. A person who is admired today may be forgotten tomorrow. Therefore, building one’s entire identity around online popularity can be dangerous and unstable. Real success should be based on knowledge, character, kindness, and contribution to society rather than temporary internet attention.

In reality, fame does not make a person great. A person’s true value is measured by their manners, thinking, honesty, and contribution to society. The number of followers is temporary, whereas humanity is an enduring value. A kind and educated person who helps others leaves a far more meaningful impact than someone who is only popular online.

In conclusion, internet stars have become an inseparable part of modern society. They can have both positive and negative effects depending on how they use their influence and how people respond to them. The most important thing is that individuals should not lose their identity while using the internet and should pursue meaning, knowledge, and values rather than appearance alone. Trends pass, fame is forgotten, but a person’s true character and good deeds remain forever.

Hilola Sharipova was born on June 30, 2007, in Urganch, Khorezm region, Uzbekistan. She is a student at Urganch Ranch Technology University, majoring in Economics. She has a strong interest in economics and banking activities.

She is also actively involved in sports, particularly handball. She is the winner of 1st place in the Uzbekistan Championship in handball. In addition to sports, she is interested in poetry and literature. Her book titled “Dadamnı sog‘inib” has been published.

Hilola knows two languages, English and Turkish, and she holds certificates in both languages. She is a very talented and ambitious individual with a wide range of interests and achievements.

 POETS (Shoirlar)

Those who burn themselves for the world’s pain, 

The awakening of conscience, the soul’s cry. 

Slicing their own hearts with a blade, 

Dervishes of the word, beggars of the word.

They carve their very soul onto a simple paper, 

Burning like a candle at night, fading at dawn. 

While everyone laughs, they weep silently, 

Accepting grief as their destined crown.

They perceive the universe in a different light, 

In the autumn leaves, they see the grief of parting. 

They whisper a tale into the ear of the grass, 

The sorrow of the earth that you pass by, unknowing.

Sometimes burning in the fire like Mashrab, 

Sometimes awaiting the dawn like Cholpon. 

Those who could not speak the truth to the world, 

Passed through, swallowing their pain all along.

A poet’s only wealth is a single pen, 

One white sheet of paper is their everything. 

The agony of the heart transferred into lines, 

The lamp of faith, in the darkness, shimmering.

They are reborn only after they die, 

Their breath lives on within the pages of books. 

A poet is the chain that is called the Truth, 

The voice of freedom, no matter how it looks.

My pen trembles too, as I sit and write, 

Perhaps it is destiny, or perhaps a sting. 

When a poor poet passes from this world, 

Their words remain, a bright and glowing thing.

Ozodbek Narzullayev was born in the village of Boston, Koson district, Kashkadarya region. Several of his poems have been published in various anthologies and international journals. He has actively participated in numerous creative competitions, earning honorary titles and prestigious awards. He is the recipient of over 100 diplomas and certificates. 

Currently, he serves as the Koson district leader of the “Yuksak Parvozim” (My High Flight) project. He is also the author of the published poetry collection titled “Qalb Kechinmalari” (Experiences of the Soul).

Technology and Youth: Advantages and Disadvantages

Today, technology has become an essential part of our lives. Especially among young people, smartphones, the internet, and social media are widely used. This situation has both positive and negative sides.
First of all, technology expands opportunities for learning. It is now easy to find information on any topic, attend online classes, and develop new skills through the internet. For example, many young people learn foreign languages using mobile apps and videos. This increases their future opportunities.

At the same time, technology is very convenient for communication. People can easily stay in touch with friends and family, share ideas, and keep up with the latest news even from a distance.
However, technology also has its downsides. One of the biggest problems is wasting time. Many young people spend hours on social media instead of studying or doing useful activities. Moreover, excessive use of smartphones can harm health, causing problems such as eye strain and sleep disorders.

Another important issue is addiction. Some young people become too dependent on technology and lose interest in real-life communication. This can negatively affect their social development.
In conclusion, technology is a powerful tool. Using it wisely and in moderation can be beneficial, but overuse can be harmful. Every young person should learn how to use technology responsibly.

Feeling

The eyes of the daisies are looking for me, following me, and I feel so beautiful when the city counts my lost earrings…

The eyes of the green grass were two silver ones stuck in the circles of the mornings tired of musical notes…a longing…a re…a mi…

The moon’s eyes loved the tinkling of my heart when two grains of wheat rinsed their forgiveness…

They lifted me up, comma by comma, to the sentence with transparent temples that tasted of a corner of starfish…

I was a blue unicorn in a world of blue unicorns…

And where was spring?

Run barefoot through the soul of the sun…

Sometimes

Your hands weave time into a fan of cries and emotions…

A burning longing on a bench makes me more beautiful than going through wounds bleeding with love…

Now I know my name…it’s round and sticks colorful metaphors on its lips, to defeat youth…

I find you on my left shoulder and you smile blue, I will only give you one day, one century, the long-awaited hug…

A fairy gathers fragments of hope and teaches me how to fly with golden butterfly wings…

Bring me the breath of time when the sun will kneel in silence.

Thoughts

Thoughts forgotten at the table left a lilac flower on the hungry plate…

I counted two, three, bread crumbs and they ran away in a yellow hug…

I arrived at the seaside with a taste of myrrh through my funneled soul, towards the cries of sirens lost at the edge of the sky…

I roll my heart among ballerina steps and pains printed on angel wings, so I can convince you to share light with all the flowers left without lanterns…

Where are you?

Are you still begging for songs at the gate of the world’s questions so you can put the bat’s dreams to sleep?

Are you pouring more pieces of Heaven into my glasses so I can hear the laughter of the angels?

You bloom once more in every cell of the azure of the sky’s wisdom, and you will defeat spring…

Get home!…

金鱼

李心怡（10岁，小荷诗社）

金鱼，金鱼

金色的身体

快活的尾巴

美丽的眼睛

每天开开心心在一起

Goldfish

Li Xinyi (10, Xiaohe Poetry Society)

Goldfish, goldfish,

Golden body,

Cheerful tail,

Beautiful eyes.

Every day, happily together.

愉悦瞬间

赵雨桐（12岁，小荷诗社）

阳光跳进窗台，

笑声传透校园。

风抚过花朵摇摆，

快乐的愉悦感轻舞而来。

A Moment of Joy

Zhao Yutong (12, Xiaohe Poetry Society)

Sunlight leaps onto the windowsill,

Laughter echoes through the campus.

The wind strokes the swaying flowers,

And a happy sense of joy dances in.

夏日趣事

黄震宇（10岁，小荷诗社）

夏日趣事

就是一卷凉席

一根冰棒

一部电视剧

一个美好的心情

Summer Fun

Huang Zhenyu (10, Xiaohe Poetry Society)

Summer fun

Is a roll of cool mat,

A popsicle,

A TV drama,

And a beautiful mood.

黄昏

张海童（11岁，小荷诗社）

太阳顺着地平线下落

路上车来人往

我背着书包回家

买一根冰棍

很甜 很满足

鸟飞回巢穴

世界缓缓入眠

Dusk

Zhang Haitong (11, Xiaohe Poetry Society)

The sun sinks along the horizon,

Cars and people pass by on the road.

I walk home with my schoolbag,

Buy a popsicle,

Sweet and satisfying.

Birds fly back to their nests,

The world slowly drifts to sleep.

常足

刘良语（12岁，小荷诗社）

绿茵足踏尘沙，

一路攻向榜眼。

纵使未得金杯，

锋芒不减依然。

汗透征衣未歇脚，

拼来银榜不放松。

今朝暂作君下臣，

他日再登顶顶峰。

Ever Sufficient

Liu Liangyu (12, Xiaohe Poetry Society)

On the green field, feet tread the dust and sand,

Charging all the way toward the second place.

Even if the golden cup is not won,

The edge remains undiminished.

Sweat soaks the battle robe, yet no rest is taken,

Fighting for the silver list, never letting go.

Today, I temporarily stand as your subordinate,

Tomorrow, I will climb to the peak again.

家

宁静涵（9岁，毓秀小学）

树叶是露珠的摇篮

花朵是蜜蜂的眠床

小溪是鱼虾的乐园

家是孩子的避风港

Home

Ning Jinghan (9, Yuxiu Primary School)

Leaves are cradles for dewdrops,

Flowers are beds for bees,

Streams are paradise for fish and shrimp,

Home is a safe haven for children.

夏天是什么

王雨彤（9岁，毓秀小学）

夏天

是嘴里西瓜滴答的甜

是樱桃园里珍珠的红

是树上的蝉鸣一声声

是金色的麦浪一层层

夏天是什么

王雨彤（9岁，毓秀小学）

夏天

是嘴里西瓜滴答的甜

是樱桃园里珍珠的红

是树上的蝉鸣一声声

是金色的麦浪一层层

What Is Summer?

Wang Yutong (9, Yuxiu Primary School)

Summer

Is the sweet drip of watermelon on my tongue,

Is the pearl-red of cherries in the orchard,

Is the cicada’s song from the trees, one by one,

Is the golden waves of wheat, layer upon layer.

春天

王雨彤（9岁，毓秀小学）

春姑娘叫醒了

熟睡的柳树

柳树伸了个懒腰

照着镜子

梳着它的长辫子

Spring

Wang Yutong (9, Yuxiu Primary School)

Spring Maiden wakes up

The sleeping willow tree.

The willow stretches lazily,

Looks in the mirror,

And combs its long braids.

打翻了

任奕泓（9岁，毓秀小学）

天空打翻了颜料盘

把夕阳染成了五彩色

我把金黄色悄悄装进书包

撒在麦田里

农民伯伯露出了

幸福的笑容

Spilled Over

Ren Yihong (9, Yuxiu Primary School)

The sky spilled its paint palette,

Dyeing the sunset in five bright colors.

I quietly tuck the golden hue into my schoolbag,

And scatter it over the wheat fields.

Uncle Farmer shows

A happy smile.

长大

张羽瑄（9岁，毓秀小学）

蒲公英长大后

跟妈妈告别

坐着免费的大巴

去世界各地旅行

小水滴长大后

跟妈妈告别

和自己的小伙伴

一起去看那汹涌的大海

苍耳长大后

跟妈妈告别

跟着小动物

一起去探索新的世界

Growing Up

Zhang Yuxuan (9, Yuxiu Primary School)

When dandelions grow up,

They say goodbye to their mother,

Riding on free buses,

Traveling all over the world.

When little water drops grow up,

They say goodbye to their mother,

And with their little friends,

Go to see the surging sea.

When cockleburs grow up,

They say goodbye to their mother,

Following small animals,

To explore a new world together.