Marriage; The Way Out? “I’ll never forgive my mother for leaving us alone at the hands of father. Because of a little misunderstanding with him, she left us when we needed her presence the most. Father is married to Agnes who hasn’t been fair to me ever since she came into our house. My step-brother, John Jnr., who is just 6 years of age, is being given the best of preferential treatments because he is Agnes’ only child. Yet, my younger ones can barely find three times daily. Ashley and Emma are not looking healthy because of my step-mom’s ill-treatment. Wherever, you are, mother, you will know no peace. I won’t forgive you for the rest of my life; even in death. I am 12 now. In the next ten years, whether father or step-mother, likes it or not, I’m getting married to a man who is ten years older than me and must agree to what say. I have spoken”. Words read from Stacy’s diary. Stacy was born into a family of a well –to-do background in Oakland. Being the first in a family of four. Later, her younger sister died some years back after she was born. Special treatments were given to her especially by her father-being the first child and only surviving girl of the family-material and physical attention. Stacy came into the world through the consent of Sir John Newbury and Lady Flora Rice. She had two younger brothers, Ashley and Emma and her step-brother, John. Things seemed rosy until her parents started living a cat and dog lifestyle due to impending challenges the family faced at that time. Subsequently, Lady Flora, as she was fondly called, decided on what she saw as being normal –leaving her husband to take custody of the children. Although Sir John played a dual responsibility; generally seeing to the finances of his household and physical and mental wellbeing of his children, he was faced with an uphill task of balancing home affairs and his busy working schedule. As a result, he felt the need of having mistress who later became his second wife- Agnes-a.k.a The Commoner. She bore him only a child, John Jnr., but was busy maltreating Stacy and her younger siblings. Personally, you could imagine a girl not growing under the “watchful eyes “of her mother. Stacy had to endure the storms of life and painstaking to cater for the needs of her younger ones. Her predicament was so unbearable that she decided to take on menial jobs to make ends meet. As Stacy grew up under inauspicious conditions to an adult, though very beautiful and one most sought after ladies in her locality, she, without the proper guidance of a good counsellor and her mother, felt that marriage would be the way out of her pathetic state. Fortunately for her, she agreed to a marriage proposal made by a dashing you gentleman, Anthony, ten years older, on the condition that he must take care of her younger ones. What a naivety- influenced decision! “Before I get married to you, Anthony, you must satisfy two conditions… you must agree that you won’t marry another wife and ensure that my brothers Ashley and Emma are taken care of under your roof until they are mature to live on their own.” “Yes, I will. In fact, consider it all done!”Anthony couldn’t wait to have her as a wife. Stacy went to her father and told him whom she had met and her subsequent intent to marry him. Sir John asked that Stacy send for Anthony who was leaving nine houses away from his. Three hours after her father met with Anthony, he, in the presence of Ashley and his elder brother, Emma, related his observation to Stacy: “My dearest daughter, I know that you really want to get married on time because of how you grew up without your mother. However, based on what I observed in the course of our conversation, I will strongly advise that you don’t marry him-he has no future for himself, his children and even you. Look at me, your father; no academic qualification, a labelled stark illiterate and a menial job worker. Yet, I have in possession houses and other investments in Brisbane, Adelaide and Sydney. Don’t mind what your mom did. If she was here, she would have said the same thing”. “No father, replied angry Stacy, ‘my mind is made up…I must marry Anthony, whether you like it or not. He’s my choice. That’s whom I’ll marry, period!” “Father is right. He really has no future for you. Look at his habits…he smokes, drinks and womanizes. Yet, you’ve made up your mind to marry him”, said Emma who was present when his father made his observations known to Stacy. “As for me, Stacy had made up her mind in spending the rest of her life with. Let’s her go ahead and on our part, wish her the best. I’m pretty tired of being ill-treated by your so-called wife. I can’t wait to move in with my big sister!” said Ashley, who had been in support of Stacy marrying Anthony to his Dad. “In time, you, father and Emma will understand the very reason I chose to marry Anthony. Though he smokes, drinks and womanizes, I believe he has a future ahead of him. Come to think of it, are you all perfect? I know, with God, he will change for the better! It’s quite unfortunate that Ashley, the baby of the house, understands me better than all of you. It happens, sometimes!”Responded Stacy to her father, Emma and Ashley. She eventually got married to him without proper mastery of what it means to stay married and of what the true foundation of marriage is. Now, she is married for nearly thirty years but living under the shadow of regrets.
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Poetry from John Culp
+ Drink my water I borrowed your lake just last week fair is fair I came happy and I can leave happy Still my lake, would you, I want the stillness to raise our Hearts friends & children Art & Sky So walking away will not tear me away from Love itself I can see myself in Your reflections thinks I'm gone Knows the lonely heart Find me in the overview where hilltops Grace the Land ,as the wolf calls, My World Lives! A gust taunts Lake's mirror to scatter the curious fish as one took Air. Steal the moment found content Soothed One cannot Steal a Gift Rested, on dimension's rift The world Begins alive Forgive my Stars the Space they take We'll share a Sun to Warm Our Lake ........... by John Edward Culp January 26, 2019
Essay from Mekhrangiz Kibriyeva
Parents are such people that no one in the world can take their place. The only people who always believe us and always support us are our parents. If we hurt a little, they will hurt a lot and they long for our success. They are most necessary and sacred people in our lives. They take care of us and remove any obstacle in our way, saying ” My child should not be hurt.” They can’t bear it when we cry. They will be the heroes who are ready to give their lives for us. They always try to make us live well in this life. If we have any problems, they solve them at first. Parents are the meaning of our life. Life will never be meaningful without them. They will be the only people who will love us until the end of the our lives.
The most important, dearest and holiest people in this life are my parents. Dad ! Mom ! For me, they are the greatest blessings in my life. They are my greatest gift from God. They are the most wonderful parents in the world for me. My heroes, who are always by my side and always believe me are my parents. I always promise to be a worthy child and justify your trust! Thank you for everything dad and mom!
Mekhrangiz Kibriyeva.
MEKHRANGIZ KIBRIYEVA OLIMJONOVNA was born 1 January , 2006 year in Sariasia district Surkhandarya region in Uzbekistan.
Poetry from David Kopaska-Merkel
Industrial Revolution Hey Mac, (this from the fridge, a Westinghouse, As I walked past), in some forgotten life, A stinking greenish scum is all you were, But I, a diamond, Hope’s the name I bore, That’s bullcrap, I replied, and grabbed a beer, The Hope exists; mere rust and clay you were, That ain’t the way this works, it snapped, acer- Bically, full anything you could become: A frog, some smog, a piece of crispy toast, For me, more like, an eagle soaring high Above a cowering rabbit you, my lunch, You’re destined to be scrapped, you hunk of tin, I snarled; just then my wife exclaimed, Oh God! You’re off your freaking meds again? Get help!
Essay from Diyora Umarkulova
My experience of learning English
In today’s world, knowledge of a second language is not an uncommon desire but rather a necessity. Being able to talk in another language opens up various possibilities. Learning new foreign languages becomes more and more important in these days. Since my childhood I tried to learn any foreign languages but my favourite one is English. It is one of the international languages, which is used around the world for business, trade, political and economic discussions as well as everyday conversations.
I have been learning English since 6th grade. In the beginning, I thought English was a difficult language because of grammatical tricks. Fortunately, I learned it very quickly, and I participated in competitions that are connected with English. When I graduated, I entered the academic lyceum UzSWLU. I have studied there for two years, and during my academic period at lyceum, I learned something new, and I was able to pass the CEFR and IELTS exams. Moreover, before taking the exams, I went to extracurricular activities in order to improve my English skills. I met new people who became guides in learning English. I was not limited to the tasks that were given at the training center, I studied at home, went to the mock exams, and practiced every day to improve my listening skills. Since I studied at the Lyceum of World Languages, we organized speaking clubs every week. During quarantine I could not attend courses, but during this difficult period we found a way to prepare for English exams. We arranged various conversational interviews using interactive applications such as Zoom and video chats, I joined language groups, and I met new people. Also, I especially want to mention the work of my teachers. They helped me a lot. There were days when I stopped making progress, but they always supported and motivated me to get back on track. Since my mother works as a teacher, I went to school and sat in on English lessons to learn how the lesson is taught and how the teacher should behave during the lesson. I started teaching English lessons to young children, and while teaching, firstly, I repeated old topics that I had forgotten, and secondly, I taught children to speak English fluently. There is nothing better than seeing the results of your lessons on your students. At first, I watched English movies with subtitles, but soon, I understood movies without subtitles and downloaded various English songs, and listened to them. In May, as I mentioned before, I passed the IELTS and got band score 6. Yes, it is a modest result, but I did my best to learn the language. Therefore, even with the help of this certificate, I did not pass the exams in English. Now I am studying at the University of World Languages. My groupmates know English better than I do, this makes me try to speak English more and more. Thanks to professional teachers, I have attained a lot. The main thing that I learned thanks to these classes is the ability to join any conversation and find a common language with everyone. I really loved the methods of our teachers because they let us do everything on our own, and because of this, we learn how to do everything independently of others.
This is my path in learning English. This goal is still far away, and I will continue until I learn everything about this language. But language is not an exact science, so it will develop and improve day by day.
Essay from Roziyeva Barnoxon
As long as a person lives in life, he lives with a number of dreams and desires. He constantly searches, strives and works hard to achieve these dreams. I also have many dreams. My first dream is to be a follower of my aunts Nodirabegi, Zebiniso, Uvaisi, Zulfiyakhanim and to contribute to the development of my father’s family with my honest work. In the future, I want to become a teacher like my mother and teachers Nigora Muqimova, Zarnigor Yoldasheva, Feruza Rahmatova and Zarina Aminova. After reading, I became more determined to achieve my goals.
Our great grandfather remembers: “I was sitting on the lap of my grandfather Amir Temur. A man came to him. My grandfather hurriedly got up. I fell to the ground. Regardless of this, he was eager to meet the next person. Later I found out that he was my grandfather’s teacher. That’s when I felt that the career of a teacher is higher than anything else. That’s when the desire to become a scientist was awakened in my heart.”
Have you seen the power of science? Of course, I will reach my goals. I will be a teacher like my mother and my kind teachers.
Poetry from Sayani Mukherjee
June a mid afternoon slush Whispers of synchronized harmony A new era Flowscape Los Angeles's prized possession The East is exotic The fresh lime barn Haiku ridden mosaic scoops Fallen asleep Mid day June an aromatic floor Flaky sunchildren are asleep Tip toed motion roars June a hummingbird's last escape Monet's paradise in butterfly case A new era Kindred flames Droplets June rain down my sea scape My portfolios fragrance musks The amethyst I borrowed from June my flaky midair day Rain down on me.