Student Life: A Golden Time

Student life, my golden age,
A time of brilliance, turning the page.
You are the springtime of life’s embrace,
You are the summer, a joyous space.

It is no coincidence that student life is compared to the golden era of a person’s existence. During their meaningful lives, everyone is fortunate to be a student, once a pupil, once a college student. Student life is an irreplaceable and unforgettable spring in the life of a person. Behind every difficulty, there is a reward. Behind every darkness, there is a light.  The many hardships you faced from your school days to becoming a student are rewarded with the most beautiful balm for your soul, bestowed by Allah – the gift of student life. This blessing is not given to everyone…

Student years bring a wealth of joy.  This stems from the realization of long-awaited feelings of youth, the start of a promising future, the ability to build one’s own path brick by brick, and to shape a new life as they desire.  Most students get to study at their chosen university, in their chosen field. However, many are unable to score high enough or luck isn’t on their side, and they find themselves studying in a field they didn’t desire. This can be a source of disappointment. But a person should always be grateful.  Even if they study in a different field due to insufficient scores or unforeseen circumstances, they must remember that they are students by Allah’s grace and mercy.  Without His will, they wouldn’t be fortunate enough to be students. Look back, how many people couldn’t achieve this, and you too could have been among them.

Student life is a time for new acquaintances. In college or university, you meet a multitude of interesting and knowledgeable individuals. Some find lifelong friends, some discover love, and others find their place in the world. Many students work to support their studies and cover their tuition fees. Their time is limited, but they strive to balance their work and education. It’s a demanding rhythm, but they must build their future.  During their studies, many students encounter injustices.

For students newly arrived in the capital, their first phase may not be about the educational institution, but rather about exploring the city’s landmarks.

Have you ever considered it? When we think of a student, we often visualize someone surviving on daily bread and instant noodles.

In conclusion, like everyone else, students face challenges.  I don’t know about all students, but from those I’ve seen and observed, most eat bland, quick-to-prepare, calorie-deficient meals. Fruits and vegetables are only consumed when money arrives from home or when the mail comes. It’s true that studying in the city of Tashkent can be expensive for many families. But students today don’t go hungry or lack clothes. Instead, they’re learning to manage their money wisely.  Learning about economics is quite useful in the bigger picture of life.  When a person experiences hardship, they learn to appreciate other things.

Axmatova Shaxzoda Jaloliddin qizi was born on October 17, 2005, in the Syrdarya region. Currently, she is a first-year student of the Department of Textual Studies and Literary Source Studies, specializing in Persian and English, at Tashkent State University of Oriental Studies.

War, your name may disappear in the world!

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War… My language is speechless. There is also an endless restraint in the movement of the pen on the paper. War… There are no words for definition and classification, for explanation. Why!!! A word so hard to understand?

No… A word that wants to be understood even if it is understood, a word that is wished not to be, this word should not be used in any time and space. A word that made millions of people’s hearts bleed, took joy from their faces, and made them never smile again. It is a word created from the cries of innocent babies, the cries of angry mothers to God, and the “lovelessness” of lovers.

A word made from the silence of those whose bitten bread remained on the wall, who came out on their feet – who came in a cart, whose arms were hugged in their lap – who came wounded, who came from a chain of letters written “I’m going to next spring” and who live their whole lives waiting for spring. this. As Vladimir Mayakovsky noted, “War is tears and blood for people, it is widows and homeless, it is a repaired hut, killed youth and humiliated old age.”

This is what war is!!! Why is the language speechless?!

Of course, war spares no one. It is and has been a series of dark days that do not live, like rain that falls on the heads of the young and the old, the rich and the poor alike.

Praise the endurance of the people who lived in this war there is no way. The children were also brought up so mature that they did not have time to be children, Romain Rolland’s “To lose youth in war is to snatch the spring from the seasons.” like, there was no “spring” for children during the war. Everyone who lived during the war was the owner of “strength”. Because, during the years when the sky was under “dark clouds” and all the men were mobilized to the front, the country lacked manpower and the field work was lagging. But this thing did not bend the Uzbek people. Our women rolled up their sleeves and drove tractors, went to the fields, and raised their families.

Sometimes I think, why does a person rebel, what benefit did we get, to this day, he does not refrain from rebellion, war – from doing this again. What has war given us that makes us prone to rebellion?

Killing millions of people, orphaning babies, teasing, fondling, and animalistic acts of human children, right? Have you ever thought about those who try to bring to life things that you can’t even think about?

We understand one thing should be noted that it will not be good if there is a war now. Let’s fear war now. Let’s understand that if we don’t preserve our peace, we will fail and disappear. Because now we live in a time when children are born knowing who they will be, what they will do, and how they will do it. Now we live in a time where millions are ready for one stone. We see that technique, technology now serves not for “man”, but for “inhumanity”.

Public beach in weapons are a clear example of this. Weapons of mass destruction have a powerful positive effect on the war system, reinforcing its proliferation and ongoing wars have the potential to destroy our planet. Nuclear, chemical and biological weapons are distinguished by their ability to kill and disable people, destroying entire cities and even entire regions with supernatural destruction.

So-called “nuclear” wars kill millions, cause nuclear winter, and cause world-wide food shortages and starvation for millions. The entire nuclear strategy system is based on a false foundation, as computer models suggest that a very small number of detonated warfighters could shut down the entire earth’s agriculture, meaning that the human species would be given a death sentence.

Chemical and biological weapons. Biological weapons include harmful natural toxins such as Ebola, typhus, smallpox, and others. Their use could cause an uncontrolled global epidemic. Therefore, it is important to adhere to existing agreements that form part of the alternative security system. The Convention on the Prohibition of the Development, Production and Stockpiling of Bacteriological (Biological) and Toxin Weapons and on their Destruction was opened for signature in 1972 and entered into force in 1975 with the support of the United Nations. entered 170 prohibits signatories from owning or developing or stockpiling these weapons. [2]

Let’s remember that the terrible consequences of America’s bombing of the Japanese cities of Hiroshima and Nagasaki, even after 75 years since the end of the war, continue to have negative consequences. This is an example of the greatest tragedy of war. [3]

If there is a war now, neither hundreds of Zebo Ganiyevas nor Sabir Rahimovs who are picked in a row can save us. This is the bitter truth…

Dear ones, “It will not be good if there is a war now.” As the great philosopher Aristotle said, “If we do not end war, war will end us.” The day has come when he will remember his words. What I mean by this is that every day we are given in peace is actually a blessing. We did not sacrifice anything for this peace and nothing will be sacrificed anymore. If only we could understand that, dear ones!!!

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About the author

Gozalkhan Samandarova was born on November 11, 2003 in Khanka district of Khorezm region. Currently, she is a student of the Faculty of Pedagogy of the Namangan State Institute of Pedagogy. 

Creative works of Gozalkhan Samandarova were published in “Smile” magazine, “Distant Stars” anthology, “Un monde d’erudits et de creators brilliants” almanac of France. 

🔰 Winner of the “Best Creative Student of the Year” nomination at the institute stage of the “Student of the Year – 2023” contest;

🔰 Winner of the essay contest “We will stop corruption together” held at the Namangan State Pedagogical Institute; 

🔰Member of “Mushoira club” of Namangan region.

WhatsApp number +998998094546

Khorezm, Uzbekistan 

Lifetime cost 

They say life is a fast flowing river

Confluents mean everyone you know

They say fate is different from wishes

It is necessary to obey him without going against him

The measure of every step you take is clear

You do not create tomorrow

Sometimes your life is cloudy, sometimes it’s clear

Reminder flows day and night

Life is full of wine

Who likes it, someone likes it

Sometimes he takes your heart and carves it

After all, he has a pen in his hand

You will pass through various roads

Put different faces on your face

 Waving at some people slowly and casually

 Some will take place in your heart

In this way, the life of a person will be spent

Some live contentedly

A precious opportunity given

Those who have passed away are unhappy with fate

About the author 

Mahkamov Mahmudjan was born on February 19, 2004 in Koshtepa district of Fergana region. In 2022, after completing the 2nd Specialized state comprehensive school in the district with a gold medal, he was recommended to the Namangan State Pedagogical Institute as a student on the basis of a grant. Today, he is a student of the National Idea, the foundations of spirituality and law education.

Coordinator of the Faculty of Social Sciences of the primary organization of the Youth Union of Uzbekistan Namangan State Pedagogical Institute. 

Until today, he has made several achievements. 

In particular, 3rd place winner of the regional stage of the “Young Reader” competition, “Intellectual Olympiad-2022” and “Zakovat” among higher educational institutions Participant of Intellectual Weekly-2024.

2nd place in the nomination “The most active propagandist student of the year” at the institute stage of the republican competition “Student of the Year-2023”,

 Winner of the 2nd place in the reading contest “Connoisseur of History Collection”,

Winner of the 2nd place in the Student Olympiad,

Winner of the 3rd place in checkers at the Students’ Week,

Participant of “League of Bookreader students”.

About the author 

Aliyeva Matluba Jakbaraliyevna was born on April 5, 1990 in Namangan district, Namangan region, Uzbekistan. She is studying fine arts and engineering graphics at Namangan State Pedagogical Institute.

She has been actively participating in public works, as well as attending classes regularly and getting excellent grades. The faculty has a graphics department and was able to attract talented students like Matluba to this department. Currently she is a member of the Students’ Academy established at the institute. 

She is a winner of the “My first article” competition organized at the institute. She got 3rd place diploma in the “Best Article Author” contest in Pedagogical Sciences.

In 2023, she was awarded the New Uzbekistan Science Propagator badge, established by the Academy of Science and Scientific-Practical Activities.

She received a diploma of the Academy of Arts of Uzbekistan, and in 2024, she received a diploma and a certificate for taking the 1st place in the category of Design at the 2023 Festival of Fine and Applied Arts, Education and Training.  

In 2024, she was awarded a diploma as the winner of the Namangan region stage of the republican competition “Navqiron ” in the Republic of Uzbekistan organized by the Union of Artists of Uzbekistan among creative young people, and was recruited to the republican stage.

At the moment, under the supervision of the associate professor of the institute, B. Oripov, scientific research is being conducted in the field of design of fine art (creating design based on creative ideas from fine art and grain products, fabric and decorative elements). In particular, during the 2023/2024 academic year, she published 4 articles in prestigious magazines and conferences, as well as a methodological instruction entitled “Specific aspects of Uzbek miniature art” and Artistic-methodological and professional principles of the work artists from Namangan. – methodical and professional principles) monographs were published in the German publishing house “Lambert Academic Publishing”.

Namangan, Uzbekistan

My mother 

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Your mercy is from the wide heavens, my mother, 

Your love is equal to the worlds, my mother, 

I am the only one who loves me with all my heart,

 May my happiness be safe, my mother. 

You make my path bright and lovely, 

You will live in my heart forever, 

I will always kneel at your feet,

May my happiness be safe, my mother. 

My table with rich, sweet breads, 

Life is beautiful always with you,

My dear, you are the pride of the house,

 May my happiness be safe, my mother. 

Wherever I am, you are aware of my condition, 

You are a support when I am sick, you are my refuge given by God,

Which I wish for my life, save my happiness, mother. 

You will keep my night bright, 

You will light up my path with a smile,

 I will give my life if you are sick, 

May my happiness be safe, my mother.

 I will not bow down to falsehood,

I will find my food with my honest livelihood,

Don’t let my tears see the end of your love, my mother 

Your love, fierce as a spring, 

Your dear daughter who loves you dearly.

About the author 

Abrieva Umida was born on 07.09.2003 in the Chimboy neighborhood of the Pastdargom district of the Samarkand region. She is currently a student of the Namangan State Pedagogical Institute K.BTS.CU-23-group.

Umida’s journey is marked by passion for literature, reflecting her dedication to personal and academic growth. As she continues her studies, she embodies the spirit of promising individual poised to contribute meaningfully to her community and beyond.

Overpasses

If the goal of a person walking on the road is to reach the pass, his thoughts will be occupied only with this. 

Even during the passage of life, until he reaches a certain age, he strives towards his dreams and goals. After passing the passage, he looks back. 

The road some have trodden, 

He analyzes his past life in his own way. He gets his own conclusions. But some people aim to increase the number of passes.

Some people lose their time by continuing on the path of hope. 

That’s right but

Do not forget the summary 

Passes too 

Life account too!

About the author 

Mashhura Ziyovaddinova, daughter of Botirjon, was born on July 18, 2004 in Chust town, Namangan region.

Currently, she is a student of the MPL-BU group in the department of Special Pedagogy Logopedy at Namangan State Pedagogical Institute.

She is the winner of many literature competitions.

Creator of project “Educated youth”. 

Active member of “Leaders’ group”. 

Winner of 1st place on “Start up projects” competition. 

Alumnus of more than 10 projects and educational courses. 

Delegate and member of more than 20 projects.

Mashhura’s journey is marked by passion for literature, reflecting her dedication to personal and academic growth. As she continues her studies, she embodies the spirit of promising individual poised to contribute meaningfully to her community and beyond.

Last Regret

(© https://pin.it/7aY1R9Ldv Image of a person in all black bringing red roses to a concrete tomb dusted with snow.)

– Didn’t you wait? Maryam said in a sad tone. – I’m here. I have a good time. Let’s talk more today. After all, you wanted me to stay with you and talk for a long time. You kept calling. I never answered. I’m not good at talking like a human. I did not ask for encouragement. How selfish I have been. I’m sorry, please forgive me.

As the girl lay her head on her mother’s grave with tears in her eyes, she didn’t want to admit that she was useless.

About the author 

Habibullayeva Madinabonu Abdurashid’s daughter (Madina Rashid)  She was born on July 12, 2007, Torakurgan district, Namangan region. She is currently studying at the Russian language school No. 75 in Chust district. She can communicate in Russian, Turkish, and Kazakh languages. 

Chairman of the Youth Wing of the Democratic Party of Justice.

Head of Torakurgan district’s  “Girls’ Voice”.

Winner of a medal and certificate from the Association of Double Wing Writers of Kazakhstan.

Writer, author of works, stories and articles.

Winner of Handball and Handball competitions