Greetings Saying hello is actually A piece of decency, In the language of Uzbek, A wish to say. Haw many years have passed? It is a legacy for generations. Shame and modesty, It is characteristic of the Uzbek people. About this in hadiths, A useful world is collected. It is permissible to acquire knowledge, Haw little we know. The habit of greeting Begins to be good. Those who follow it, Takes a right step.
Unbookish children
Every nation wants its offspring,
To be educated
They will surely reach perfection if,
They read a lot of books.
Somehow, today, in our time,
Not everyone likes reading.
We do not have interests in,
Becoming better generation.
The technologies became the global
Global problems of the world.
If we were book readers,
We would have definitely solved it.
Let’s read more often
Let’s make our minds think broadly.
Let’s make our parents proud,
Ra’no Babamurodova member of the “Qaqnus” circle of the school “harmonious generation of children”Ra’no Babamurodova is a student of School No. 25 of Gallaorol district, Jizzakh region. The school “children of the perfect generation” is a member of the “Caqnus” circle. Poems were published in international books i.e. (America, Great Britain, Antalogy). At the same time, articles and stories were also published in the Republican newspapers “goodness”, “Bilagan” and the district newspapers “Voice of Gallaorol”.
Everyone has the right to a job they love
A person without a job is not a person. We tend to be constantly doing something, learning something. Lucky are those people who have understood from an early age in which field they would like to develop. But everyone has the right to their favorite job.
In every person’s life, the most important thing is what they do, their profession. And it is very important for each person to choose the right profession. One of the important criteria for success in life is improvement in the profession, improvement of oneself, love and dedication to one’s profession, only with these small rules a person can be fully happy.
It is important for us that our work, profession, and life’s work bring us not only material, but also moral rewards. A lot of people don’t spend much time on this issue. Some believe That the profession should not be loved, because it is a job, others run only for money, and others do nothing at all, hoping that others will do everything for them, and thus take responsibility off themselves, throwing it on
someone else’s shoulders, they believe that in choosing a profession their parents, relatives, friends, and fate will help them.
And this is not the case. Each person builds his own destiny, life and chooses his own profession. Sometimes it is very difficult to do this, but you need to listen to yourself, to your heart, and understand what you will do throughout your life, which will become your joy. I have been in a professional search for a very long time and today I firmly know that working with children, giving them knowledge is exactly the direction that I would like to pursue and grow professionally.
Today I can safely say that I am happy in my profession, I get up every morning with a smile thinking that I will go to work and improve there. My personal and professional development is in constant dynamics. They say we don’t choose the roads, they choose us. The idea is beautiful, deep, but perhaps not always true. My personal opinion is that people choose the road themselves. I really love my profession because it makes my life brighter! Why did I choose the profession of a teacher? I think that nothing happens by chance in life.
After graduating from high school, I entered the Pedagogical Lyceum, and then the Pedagogical University in the same direction. Before I graduated, I started working at school. But life is complicated, unpredictable and presents its own surprises at a certain period of his life. The profession that I have dreamed of since childhood is becoming a reality.
Now, working at school, I never cease to be surprised how different all children are: interesting, surprisingly intelligent, able to set a task for any adult with their reasoning and actions. Each child is
unique in its own way, each of them is talented.
Even watching quiet, somewhat indecisive children, you constantly begin to notice manifestations of certain abilities, and my task remains to help develop these abilities. To rejoice with them in their achievements, their first heights in educational or creative activity. Step by step, they become more independent.
A child’s joyful greeting, warm hugs make me smile, forget about everything, awakening in me the strength and desire to do everything so that this bright light, this love, not only never disappeared, but kindled and became stronger and brighter.
The teaching profession forces us to always stay young and this is especially pleasant, but it also requires constant work on ourselves. A variety of knowledge is needed to satisfy the curiosity of a modern child.
Symphony
Amidst cherry pines
And dewdrop smiles
I knitted my waded path
Full of allegory
Rich and sumptuous
It rose around the Globewarm sun
The confetti lays bare
The sea grew tired
The blue butterflies wore
A ravenous hue
My aching music and symphony
Of lost leaden islands
The earth’s new cicades
The upward sun
The swan’s long journey to the West
My blueberry garden
Full of rose thorns
Sublime ecstasy was fought
Around the globe
For it was a merciless plight
Into the endless warmth.
The more the soil spreads, the more the root,
The rod is as long as the blue one can freely stretch.
If your head reaches the sky, kiss the star,
Don’t forget your ancestors, remember your descendants.
He lies in the grave embracing his love for the country,
It is an example, this is an indelible wound of Babur…
If we wake the world from sleep with words,
The roar of the lions is eternal!
Nazokat Urinboeva is one of the young poets of Uzbekistan. Currently, she is a master’s student at the National University of Uzbekistan. She’s a member of international organizations of Argentina, India, Bangladesh, Ecuador, Mexico, Indonesia, Egypt, Georgia, participated in about twenty national and foreign creative collections and anthologies.
Life Just like the life of a human being born, Tree is falling will go in the autumn. In every leaf, a human life My mind is a dream irrigated. Sometimes buried himself in the questions life, This is the fate of every human being. The leaves of the tree are a lesson to us, Disappear like a knot is sorrows.
LIFE DEDICATED TO LITERATURE…!
[Tashkent State University: teacher Khushiyev, who taught ethics and aesthetics, will be dedicated to the life path of Eshniyoz Elboyevich…]
Literature…. Literature is such a unique universe that you can live with its wonders. Literature is such a world that you can stay forever in it. Literature is like a priceless garden…In this garden there are many saplings and trees rich in the best quality, sweet, pleasant and fruits that you can enjoy if you eat them. Poets, writers, thinkers, and writers who devoted their lives to literature are fruit trees, and their fruits are in the form of unique poems, quatrains, and works that they left behind. Every time we read, hear, or read poetry, we can enjoy it, gain spiritual nourishment, and expand our worldview. We create our own world in the world of silence…
“I’m sick of literature,
My training was not worth it either.
Sealing his word forever,
I will be a man, my students
too…”
People’s poet of Uzbekistan. The faithfulness of Muhammad Yusuf wrote before it last poem…
As we mentioned above, I am the fruit of those fruit trees.
The ones I enjoy the most (in a comparative sense): Muhammad Yusuf; “Hero of Uzbekistan” Abdulla Oripov; Usman Nasir, Zulfiya, Abdurayim Rahmonov, Erkin Vahidov, Saida Zunnunova and Khushiyev Eshniyoz Elboyevich…
Yes, of course! My grandfather Khushiyev Eshniyoz is a poet from whose poems I can in some sense learn lessons and inspiration, spiritual rest, and the knowledge and skills I need.
When I first heard about this person’s life path, I was shocked. Because this person spent his whole life on literature: poems, works, learning and teaching science, and as a highly educated person, especially in my eyes. On the one hand, my grandfather, and on the other hand, he became one of my favorite poets. Khushiyev Eshniyoz was born on August 25, 1943. He later studied at the National University of Uzbekistan with the most famous poets and writers of our country, in particular: The holder of the titles “Hero of Uzbekistan” and “People’s Poet of Uzbekistan”, one of today’s writers studied together with Abdulla Oripov.
When I was in creative talks and meetings with our hero, they said that he spent a lot of time with Abdulla Oripov. He knew Persian, Arabic, Russian, German… we can’t express it in words. Even when fate pinned him to the bed, he wrote down his sufferings, pains, and happy moments on white paper, accompanied by a pen, for poetry. the owner of a familiar soul…..!
No one can be like my mother!
Sometimes I dream of the sun,
Sometimes the thorn in the flower catches my attention…
They didn’t know my pain, even if they were blood relatives
SHe can’t laugh when her child cries,
No one can be like your mother!
***
Tell me, didn’t she run because of you?
If you’re sick, didn’t it kill you?
Or did not have time to become a mother?
SHe laughs and cries, even if she gets a thorn in her hand!
No one can be like your mother!
**
If you cry, shed tears together,
SHe risked her life so that you will live when the time comes,
SHe waited for your happiness longer than you,
No one can know that you are an angel!
No one can be like your mother!
**
Do you need anything more than that?
Even white milk is delicious!
Is every step you take a flower garden?
Golds are irreplaceable!
No one can be like your mother!
***
Your childhood passed with warm bread,
With the beautiful moments of the old house,
Did you hear about the city with its bread?
You can’t say why you don’t come!
No one can be like your mother!
**
The black hair she gave you
SHe doesn’t complain even if her face is wrinkled!
Don’t deserve to lose one year,
If she leaves, she will never be found!
No one can be like my mother!
Saidaliyeva Parizoda Davlatbaevna was born on November 30, 2007 in Narpay district, Samarqand region of the Republic of the Uzbekistan. She study at school number 68 from 10 class. To this day, she is the owner of many examples of poetic creation.
Achievements:
2nd place in the Zulfiya district stage of 2022, 3rd place in Termez in 2021, Navoi followers competition in the Republic of 2023 was named 3rd place and Surkhandarya region was also won added to the ranks of the provinces. In addition, participated in large and small competitions and won top places. From a young age, she put the profession of journalist in front of herself and began to work on herself. Her efforts paid off and she was invited to show on prestigious TV channels in Uzbekistan, such as ZO’R TV, and even appeared on the show “Morning Greetings”, as well as Uzbekistan’s most famous, as Laylo Rustamova, Ozod Nazar (critical journalist) In addition to this, she also appeared on TV channels in Surkhandarya region several times. She studied at the School of Young Journalists in Tashkent. Moreover, journalism, she is interested in poetry, fiction, the proof of which can be learned through her authorial poems and stories.
