The real heroes of today are our enlightened Jadids. Jadids are people who fought for the development of Turkic languages, the enrichment of literature in these languages, and the equal rights of women and men in society. Therefore, their role today is incomparable. Jadids called on people to unite, learn, and love spirituality and art.
The Jadid movement arose in the second half of the 19th century on the basis of the principles of enlightenment. Jadidism was first founded by the Crimean Tatar enlightener Ismail Gaspirali. The founder and father of the first Jadidism in Central Asia is Mahmudkhodja Behbudi.
Jadidism representatives in Tashkent: Mubavvarqori Abdurashidkhanov, Abdulla Qodiriy, Abdulla Avloniylar
Jadidism representatives in Bukhara: G’ulom Zafariy, Abdurauf Fitrat, Fayzulla Khojayevs
Jadidism representatives in Andijan: Abdulhamid Cholpon, Usmonkhodja Pulatov and Sodiqjon Karimovs are listed.
During the Soviet period, due to the literature written by our Jadids, they were described as a “nationalist movement” and “bourgeois liberal”. After the USSR, our Jadids’ name was justified.
Jadidism representatives often called themselves progressives, and later Jadids.
Progressive forces thinking about the nation were present in almost all classes of the people – farmers, merchants, shepherds, artisans. Our Jadids fight for the independence of Turkestan.Jadids are devotees who sacrificed their lives for the future of the nation. They awakened thinking, lived for the future, and instilled love for the homeland in the hearts of people. Our enlighteners awakened the nation through science and modern knowledge.
Hilola Khudoyberdiyeva. Born on May 19, 2012. A student of grade 7-A at the Specialized School in Kukdala district, Kashkadarya region, Republic of Uzbekistan. She is interested in history, English, her native language and literature. Her hobbies are mainly reading books and learning languages.
J.J. Campbell (1976 – ?) is trapped in suburbia, sadly accepting his fate. He’s been widely published over the last 30 years, most recently at Night Owl Narrative, Disturb the Universe Magazine, The Beatnik Cowboy, Crossroads Magazine and The Rye Whiskey Review. His latest book, to live your dreams, has been published by Whiskey City Press and is available on Amazon.com (please buy a copy or two). He still has his blog, although taking care of his disabled mother takes up the majority of his time. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com)
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Different colors of red I paint on your lips with mine
and one soul has always been shared between us
You have walked every step with me in this life
And we will continue together through eternity
No other hand will ever touch my skin
And no other heart will ever beat with mine
In your eyes I’ve seen the glow of the moon at night
and the beauty of the golden sun at dawn
There has never been anyone who can compare
to the heart which holds all the love within me.
Look upon me as you always have…
Like a thief waiting to steal a precious treasure from within me.
Long Ago I Wrote a Love Poem
Long Ago, I wrote a love poem
that filled the pages of my heart
I never said who I was writing it for
I don’t think I even knew at first
Then I found that something was missing
with each love poem I tried to write
Every poem I had written with you came easily
but without your lines, they felt incomplete
I watched others try to finish your poems
I never spoke a word of discouragement
But in my heart I knew the reason
and now, I think you do too
No one can finish your poem but me
because we write as one person together
And the same goes for my poems without you.
A bond that has always baffled us both
now makes perfect sense…
Our Colorful Dream
I have had more intimate conversations with you
looking into your eyes in silence than speaking.
Life was so empty until you appeared one day
as a result of a prayer I prayed in sadness.
You now bring the sun into my once dark life
and have transformed my hues from black to gold.
You became the knight in my once woeful tale
and I long to stay the beautiful dream in your realm.
I have watched our love grow so strong over time
that no evil could ever penetrate our colorful dream.
You are the love story who became my reality.
Kristy Ann Raines is an American poet and author born in Oakland California, in the United States of America. She is an accomplished Global Poet and Writer who has written and published three books.
* “The Passion Within”, by Kristy Raines
* “I Cross my Heart from East to West”, by Kristy Raines and Dr. Prasana Kumar Dalai
* “Echoes Across the Oceans”, by Kristy Raines and Nasser Alshaikhahmed
Kristy is right now writing a few children’s books, which will be released sometime this year.
Mother earth
The earth whispers to the universe ''don't hurt me ''.
With trees, barks, waves and sunshine bearing witness.
It pleaded in soothing, calm voice.
Yet the universe take charge, it was offended by the comment.
It says '' I'm not hurting you I'm saving you''.
Oh that's an irony!
How could you be claiming to save her when you are busy taking what she loves an cherishes the most.
When her first child the soil loses purpose by you burning it,
' we are looking for treasure' a biased point you always try to make.
When the rock is suffering from your excavations, yes there's a fortune there.
When bloods shatters and run down the water banks, and your waste moves faster than the waves.
When you were busy cutting trees, it tears thicker than the gums you use to hold things together.
When it confident was hitted in the ass
It courage is melting like a magma
It looses it comfort at your mercy—holding your feets begging for survival
Her pride was like that of a dust
Your ego was boosted what a macho man you are.
You didn't just hurt her, you destroy her.
Just like a horny dog wanting to have a taste of the honeypot ey
She cried she pleaded till the tears dried like an abandoned pond.
Like that lake that now resembles valley, like a godforsaken shrine
And now when she takes charge, punishing you for your crime.
You started playing victim's card—what a manipulator you are.
You worried when rain doesn't drop, blaming it on her
When it was your flames and fire that stopped it.
You cry when the temperature rises to 44 with no trees to seek refuge to.
We chant an anthem of climate action every day but we ignored it
We raise actions on plant trees while the ones in our neighborhood are dying
When our land have become barren and no drop-not a single drop of water can make it alive nor fertile.
Then we are busy playing hunger games, with zero point or a merit to win.
When you start running after her family asking for forgiveness, they said '' No there's a fortune there, go eat it''
Then now you remember that '' you can't eat your cake and have it''.
Crying won't solve any problems you have, you created it so you have to pay for it.
It's high time we start been intentional with what we do and say.
We can't be hiding behind the screen saying we'd change the world when we can't change ourselves and the way we think.
We can't be climate change activist when waste flooded our homes.
Our rooms smells like garbage
Our drainage have to turned to refuse
Change starts from me, so let it rises from here
Let's stand up and take action in our hands,
Let's start building a greener environment
Let's dispose our waste properly
then may be may be the earth will heed to our calls
And the climate will be friendly to us all
Khadija Ismail is a student of Medical lab science, a Hausa novelist, writer, poet, essayist and content writer. Her works centres on society and romance, she uses words to address issues like GBV, Mental and public health. She is the writer of Nisfu Deeniy and Wani rabo. Her work will be published in Yanar gizo anthology.
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