After graduation many students take a year to travel. Some think that it would be more useful to work for a year. To what extent do you agree or disagree?

Namangan State Institute of Foreign Languages, 2nd-year student of Philology and Language Teaching (English).

Many students choose to travel for a year after graduation. Others believe that this time is better spent working. I think traveling can be useful too, but working gives more practical experience and important opportunities for the future. On the one hand, working for a year gives students real-life experience. On the job, they learn important skills such as responsibility, time management, and teamwork. In addition, by working, they can test their knowledge of their profession in practice. Another important aspect is that by working, students will also have the opportunity to save money, which will help them in their future plans.

On the other hand, traveling also broadens one’s worldview. By visiting different countries and cultures, young people gain new experiences and learn to be independent. This also greatly contributes to personal development. In conclusion, although traveling is also beneficial, I believe that working for a year is more beneficial. Because during this time, students can gain experience and create a solid foundation for their future careers.

WATER THAT CONNECTS

Water does not ask

who you are

It flows

through all languages,

crossing borders

we have invented

In a single drop

the whole world fits,

a tear, a sea, a river,

and someone’s quiet hope

We carry it within us

as a memory of the beginning,

as proof

that we are made of the same breath

When a word becomes water,

it does not wound,

it unites.

It pours from heart to heart

and dissolves

what keeps us apart

So write —

let your poem be a river,

let it find its way

even where there is none

For water knows

what we forget:

that we are all

one ocean

Ankica Anchie Biskupović

Humanist, Poetessa, Author

 GLOBAL MOSAIC OF LOVE 

 April 20 – May 20, 2026

The world needs more touch, more poetry, and more love.

That’s why I am launching the GLOBAL MOSAIC OF LOVE and inviting you to become part of it.

I invite artists and creatives from my country and around the world to share,

 their poetry along with images of their hands and palms, creating a network of touches filled with love and respect, where we share both sorrow and joy, and strengthen the golden links of our hands around the Earth.

Without borders, every contribution becomes a diamond in the global mosaic of love.

How to submit your contribution:

 E-mail: globalnimozaikljubavi2026@gmail.com (not active yet)

 Messenger: send your poetry and images of your hands directly to me, Sandra Fabac

PROJECT GOAL

Through this virtual mosaic of love, with the power of mind, heart, and the art of our hands and poetry, we connect into one unique heartbeat.

Hands symbolize touch, compassion, and unity, while poetry gives rhythm and emotion.

Your contributions will shape a unique global mosaic, a record of the love we leave on the foundation of existence.

Together, we beat with the same rhythm ,the rhythm of love, empathy, and connection.

Join the project and connect the world through the art of our palms and poetry!

#GlobalMosaicOfLove #PoetryWithoutBorders #ArtThatConnects

Project Organizer:

Sandra Fabac

 Poetessa & Humanist, Croatia © 2026

THE WAILING OF A BROKEN SOUL 

I walked alone, from the day 

I set my feet on the path of truth 

Betrayals and temptations accompanied me

The pain of life made me weary and thirsty 

Weary from it’s trials and tribulations 

Yet still, i walked 

It felt like i was walking on a hot sand

A sand burning with coal and brimstone 

Like I was tied upside down to a pole

And plunged down into a volcano 

To be eaten up by the burning larvae 

Yet still, i walked 

I walked along the halls of agony

Echoes of misfortune honked 

Like a horn from a train 

Evil besieged me

Like a young married woman 

Who turned widow at dawn 

Yet still, i walked 

O Poetry 

*********

O Poetry, hold me in your arms this moment, 

Quench my soul with eternal peace,

There where silence sang the song of bliss, 

Over the turmoil and suppressed agony,

 There, where you wore the stole of Buddha, 

And the butterflies flutter in glee, 

My newly awakened eyes blossomed with the beauty of spring,

once again 

Let it sing the song of eternity.

Time in the heat

This bird is hidden in a box,

And inside, between the ribs, death lies in a cage.

I never knew how to fly,

Like a black kitten drowned in a pool of tiger blood.

Time flows from the wall.

This puddle of timelessness evaporates like the music of freedom.

Serenity

When did you first see porn?

When did you first hear a nightingale sing?

It was summer, and snow fell in my lungs. Like fluff.

It didn’t hurt, because everything was new.

I died inside my head. Your name lives there.

You’ve forgotten me, and you have the right to oblivion.

You never knew my name.

This eternal winter in my cemetery.

Mama

 Mother is the doctor for any sickness 

Mama is the country that everyone loves

without conquering

 Mama is joy and sorrow Mama the power

Mama the forgiveness 

One word was created by God To forgive people

 Say it every day

 Call her if they put chains on you

To sweeten it the wound

To bring peace

My mom, you’re unique

 You never told them you were upset…

With gold I will cherish you 

Chosen person 

 I crown you, My mother

 My sun

My compass

Ελληνικα 

……

Μαμά

 Η μητέρα είναι ο γιατρός για κάθε ασθένεια, Η μαμά είναι η χώρα που όλοι αγαπούν, χωρίς να προσπαθούν, να την κατακτήσουν.

Η μαμά είναι χαρά και λύπη

 Μαμά η δύναμη,

Μαμά η συγχώρεση

Μια λέξη που δημιουργήθηκε από τον Θεό για Να συγχωρήσει τους ανθρώπους.

Πείτε αυτή τη λέξη κάθε μέρα..

Φώναξέ την, αν σε δέσουν με  αλυσίδες.

Θα έρθει για να σου γλυκάνει την πληγή

Να φέρεις την ειρήνη Μαμά μου, εσύ είσαι μοναδική..

Δεν τους είπες ποτέ ότι στενοχωρήθηκες … Με χρυσό θα σε λατρέψω

Σε στεφανώνω, μητέρα μου

Ήλιε μου, 

πυξίδα μου.. 

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