Poetry from Shahzoda Ilnar qizi Allayarova

Young Central Asian girl with an embroidered headband and colored blouse in front of a construction paper mural.

If We Are United – We Are One Nation

People of all nations live in my land,

We are one soul, we are one body.

If we are united, we are one nation,

Together — a great and mighty country.

Our homeland is peaceful, our sky is clear,

Our tables are full of blessings.

In paradise-like Uzbekistan,

Every moment we live is filled with joy.

We are a hospitable and kind-hearted people,

Always ready to help our friends.

Compassion lives within our hearts,

Our love is like the oceans, vast and deep.

My chest is the sky, my pride is high,

My dreams reach the stars above.

In this world, there is only one —

I am a child of Uzbekistan!

We live with burning love for our homeland,

All nations, together as one.

If we are united, we are one nation,

Together — a great and mighty country!

Shahzoda Ilnar qizi Allayarova was born on May 16, 2013, in Oqtosh city, Narpay district, Samarkand region, Uzbekistan. She is currently a 5th-grade student (Class 5B) at School No. 55 in Oqtosh. Her literary works are regularly published in regional and national newspapers such as “Navqiron Narpay”, “Tong Yulduzi”, and “Bekajon”.

She won second place in the national competitions “Human Rights Through the Eyes of Children” organized by “Tong Yulduzi”, and “Protector of the Green Space” by “G’uncha” magazine. In 2023, she became a laureate and winner of the national “Kamalak Yulduzlari” Children’s Creativity Festival.

Her poems have also been featured in various anthologies including “Scent of Verses”, “A Drop from the Ocean”, “Magic of Words”, “The Creators I Seek”, “Beloved of My Nation”, “Joys of My Life”, “Young Talents”, “Masters of the Magic Pen”, “Toward My Goals”, as well as the Turkish-language anthology “Geleceğin Liderleri” (“Leaders of the Future”) and the English-language “Girls Nation”. Additionally, her works have appeared in international publications such as “Raven Gage” journal and “KENYA TIMES” newspaper.

Essay from Farzona Hoshimova

Young Central Asian girl with dark pigtails and a white blouse and blue overalls holding a set of books in front of a pine tree on a grassy field on a sunny day.

Thank You, “Tong Yulduzi”!

Creative Journey and Publications

Between 2021 and 2025, more than 50 of her literary works—both in prose and poetry—have been published in national and international press. Her works have appeared in publications such as “Fergana Haqiqati”, “Dono Word”, “Tong Yulduzi”, “Smile”, “Yangiyer Tongi”, and “Ijodkor”, as well as international journals like “Kenya Times”, “Raven Cage”, “Page 3 News”, and “Thotem” in Argentina. Farzona’s writings have also been featured in collective anthologies, including “Girls Nation – Daughters of the Nation”, published by Amazon.com (USA), as well as collections printed in Khiva, Jizzakh, and Sirdarya.

Her first book was published in 2021 in Great Britain and Europe.

Competitions and Achievements

To date, Farzona has been awarded over 95 diplomas, certificates, and memorable gifts for her active participation and success in various contests.

“Tong Yulduzi” – A Source of Inspiration

The newspaper “Tong Yulduzi” (Morning Star) holds a special place in Farzona’s creative journey. A poem dedicated to the paper by children’s poet Ro‘zimurod Bolqiyev continues to inspire her. According to Farzona, the newspaper, now 96 years old, was known as “Lenin Uchquni” (Lenin’s Spark) during her grandmother’s school years. She has had nearly 30 of her works published in the paper to date.

Farzona expresses deep gratitude to the editorial team of “Tong Yulduzi”—including Feruza Adilova, Nodira Nazarova, Nurbek aka, and all staff members—for their continuous support and warm attitude toward students across the country.

She is also an active member of the “Creative Children” club under the Republican Children’s Library, where the creativity of over 234 young authors is showcased. On average, 4 to 5 children report daily that their works have been published in “Tong Yulduzi”.

A Memorable Victory in Bukhara

Since the 5th grade, Farzona has participated in many creative competitions. She fondly recalls her first victory when newspaper representatives visited her school to award her in person. Later, she received awards by post. In a recent contest jointly organized by “Tong Yulduzi” and the family of the great Bukhara poet G‘ulom Shomurod, she proudly won first place.

Accompanied by her two grandmothers, aunt, and uncle, she traveled from Fergana to Bukhara, crossing seven provinces in 15 hours. Throughout the journey, she received frequent phone calls from the newspaper staff, asking about their well-being. Upon arrival, G‘ulom Shomurod’s children warmly welcomed them and accommodated them in a prestigious hotel. The staff treated them with great respect, offering warm food and tea.

At the event, Farzona’s heart beat differently—filled with excitement and pride. She listened attentively to heartfelt words about the late poet G‘ulom Shomurod, and was deeply inspired to learn more about his works. When she was announced as the first-place winner, her joy was beyond words. She was awarded with a diploma, memorable gifts, and books, including a poetry book by G‘ulom Shomurod himself. She also received a book from Obid Qo‘ldosh, a renowned poet and journalist from Bukhara.

After the ceremony, guests gathered for a special lunch. Though the organizers wanted to give them a city tour, limited time meant the participants had to bid farewell to the “Tong Yulduzi” team and the Shomurod family.

Farzona sincerely thanks the family of G‘ulom Shomurod, especially G‘ayrat Shomurod, the editorial staff of “Tong Yulduzi”, and the administration of Jondor District, Bukhara, for organizing such a meaningful event. She was particularly happy to learn that G‘ulom Shomurod’s poetry has now been included in school textbooks, giving future generations the chance to get to know his legacy from an early age.

Conclusion

Farzona believes that finding her place and rising in the creative world would not have been possible without the guidance of her mentors—especially the devoted team of “Tong Yulduzi”.

Thank you, “Tong Yulduzi”!

— Farzona Hoshimova Ilhomjon qizi,

9th-grade student, School No. 18, Fergana City

Farzona Hoshimova Ilhomjon qizi was born on December 10, 2010, in Fergana city. She is currently a 9th-grade student at School No. 18 in Fergana. This young creative girl is a member of several national and international organizations, including the “Creative Children” circle under the Republican Children’s Library, the “Double Wings Writers’ Union” (Uzbekistan–Kazakhstan), the international “IQRA Foundation”, and the Writers’ Union of Argentina.

Essay from Chorshanbiyeva Gulnoza Mirzo

Young Central Asian woman with a light gray, white, and red coat seated in a chair next to a stone monument to an important person.

EMOTIONAL DEVELOPMENT CHARACTERISTICS OF CHILDREN IN EARLY CHILDHOOD

Chorshanbiyeva Gulnoza Akrom qizi

2nd-year student of Applied Psychology

Mirzo Ulugbek National University of Uzbekistan

Scientific advisor: Farhod Rahmatullayev

Annotation

This article examines the emotional development processes of children aged 1.5 to 3 years, highlighting the emotional states typical for this period and the socio-psychological factors that shape them. Based on research, it explores the quality of emotional bonding with parents and its influence on the child’s psychological development.

Keywords: early childhood, emotional development, emotional regulation, emotional bonding, psychological safety.

Introduction

Early childhood is considered to span from approximately 1.5 to 3 years of age. During this stage, children undergo rapid physical, psychological, and social development. The once helpless and inactive infant quickly transforms into an active, cheerful child who begins to interact with adults, grasp and use objects, and explore the surrounding world. Children observe their environment, touch and examine objects, respond to sounds, and attempt to replicate those sounds themselves. They also begin to form emotional connections with their mothers and close caregivers.

Main Part

From the very first months of life, a child’s emotional development begins to take shape. By two months old, an infant can distinguish their mother’s face and voice from others. From 2–3 months, the child begins responding to their mother’s smile or laughter with their own smiles and physical movements. By 3–4 months, the child tries to express their desire to see, hear, or speak with their loved ones. At 8 months, infants show anxiety when placed in unfamiliar environments or in the hands of strangers, often expressed through crying. This anxiety tends to gradually decrease by the age of 14–18 months.

Early childhood is a crucial period in personality development. At this age, children’s actions are primarily driven by emotions rather than deliberate thought. Their behavior can be highly variable—for example, a child may quickly shift from crying to calmness. During this time, children form feelings of love and affection toward their caregivers and strive to receive praise from them. They develop a deep emotional attachment to their parents, often showing obedience and discipline. This strong bond helps meet the child’s fundamental emotional needs and reduces anxiety. Children who feel secure with their mothers become more active and curious about their environment. They also learn and internalize their own names, often defending them and resisting being called by another name. The way adults interact with the child during this period lays the foundation for the child’s self-awareness as a unique individual.

Emotional development is an integral part of psychological growth. It involves the child’s ability to recognize, express, and regulate their own emotions, as well as to understand and appropriately respond to the emotions of others.

Early childhood serves as a fundamental stage in emotional development. During this period, children begin not only to recognize their feelings but also to learn how to express and manage them. It is essential that close adults provide a caring and emotionally supportive environment during this stage.

Emotion is a psychological state that reflects a person’s internal response to external events and stimuli.

Emotional regulation refers to a child’s ability to identify, express, and manage their emotions, including controlling anger.

Emotional bonding is the affectionate, emotionally close relationship formed between the child and the caregiver (usually the mother or teacher). This bond fosters a sense of safety, emotional resilience, and forms the foundation for future social and emotional adaptability.

Psychological safety refers to an environment where individuals feel secure enough to make mistakes, ask questions, propose new ideas, or express opinions without fear of judgment. It implies a climate of mutual respect and trust, enabling individuals to unlock their full personal potential.

Conclusion

Early childhood is a sensitive and crucial stage in laying the foundation for a child’s emotional life. During this period, the child learns to understand, express, and regulate emotions. A nurturing, attentive, and trust-filled environment is the key to fostering emotional maturity.

References

1. Janpeysova, Ibragimova. Child and Adolescent Psychology. Tashkent, 2020

2. Davlatov. Child Psychology. Tashkent, 2016

3. Elkonin. Psychology of Child Development

4. arxiv.uz/uz/document

Chorshanbiyeva Gulnoza Mirzo is a 3rd year student of the Faculty of Social Sciences, Applied Psychology, National University of Uzbekistan named after Ulugbek.

Poetry from J.J. Campbell

Middle aged white guy in a light colored tee shirt with a long white beard and mustache and messy gray hair and reading glasses in a bedroom with posters on the wall.

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left to rot in the rain

broken and forgotten

left to rot in the rain

life has beaten all

our asses

put on beethoven

and try to forget

the stack of bills,

the unwanted

pregnancy, too

young to fall

in love, too

foolish to fall

for it yet again

and here comes the

wanna be porn star

every phone making

movies

wish upon whatever

star you like

nothing comes true

anymore

here we go

backwards

yet again

our better angels

must have died

in the storm

laughter is all

we have left

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there would be no math

farted so loud

the air conditioner

kicked on

i don’t think the

two are related

prove me wrong

i was told there

would be no math

involved

it never is the heat

but always the

humidity

and mr. monopoly

is trying to rob

my bank yet

again

while the strange

women talk about

passion if you only

could send one

hundred dollars

in bitcoin to them

by the morning

they swear we didn’t

leave this planet

although i certainly

feel like an alien

never an ice cream

truck when you need

it

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what greatness is supposed to look like

transient on the highway

shirt off in the heat

looked like hulk hogan

if hogan never did steroids

and lived until the age

of 90

he gave me the finger

as i drove by

obviously, playing

the heel

and somewhere

a woman cries over

the death of a prince

and darkness never

fades

even though the

screams and loud

echoes of thunderous

love will

never let them tell

you what greatness

is supposed to look

like

how it is to feel

or be loved

dare to stand out

so bad they will

never be allowed

to forget you

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on your side

one of those nights

you put on the moonlight

sonata and ponder your

own death

the whimsical nature

of depravity

your friends are down

to the single digits

success is just a fucking

dream anymore

but pretend love is real

that karma is on your

side

that all the hard work

will lead to a better

tomorrow

pretend the rain doesn’t

hurt

that yet another broken

promise is just a setback

and not the final kick

to the dick that life has

been teasing since the

last failed suicide

attempt

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one july afternoon

lost in your madness

the subtle beauty

of a broken woman

hoping to feel alive

once again

every thrust

every heavy breath

every drop of sweat

every lick of your soul

i could feel your energy

from hundreds of miles

away

the one afternoon that

could possibly change

our lives forever

you are now trapped

in my dreams

the lost soul that i was

so damn lucky to find

now comes the fun part

seeing where love takes

this fascinating ride into

the unknown

J.J. Campbell (1976 – ?) is old enough to know better. He’s been widely published over the years, most recently at Disturb the Universe Magazine, Misfit Magazine, The Beatnik Cowboy, Mad Swirl and Yellow Mama. He is spending most of his days taking care of his disabled mother and betting on Mexican soccer games. He still has a blog but rarely has the time to write on it. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com)

Essay from Muslima Olimova

Annotation

This article explores how young people in Uzbekistan are accessing international opportunities through information and communication technologies (ICT). It analyzes key platforms, real-life experiences, and the pathways youth follow to showcase their knowledge and skills globally through global programs, grants, online courses, and international cooperation projects. The article also highlights the importance of digital literacy, language skills, and networking in the digital era.

Keywords:

Information technologies, international opportunities, Uzbek youth, online education, grants, digital literacy, networking, global collaboration.

In today’s digital age, the ability to use information technologies effectively is not only a tool for self-development but also a key to competing in the global arena. Young people now have access to the world’s best courses, scholarships, volunteer programs, and startup competitions via the internet. However, making the most of these opportunities requires not only technical knowledge, but also determination, goal-setting, and a strategic approach.

The number of young Uzbeks accessing international platforms through ICT is steadily increasing. For instance, there are youth who study on platforms such as CourseraedX, and Khan Academy, completing courses offered by institutions like GoogleMeta, and NASA. Uzbek youth are also gaining international recognition by participating in programs of organizations like One Young World , Junior Academy , and UNESCO . These achievements are the result of using technology wisely, learning English, and continuously working on self-improvement.

Social platforms such as Telegram , LinkedIn , and Facebook play a vital role in discovering grant and competition announcements, maintaining a strong personal profile, and building a professional network. Many young Uzbeks are now taking their startups to the international stage with the help of platforms like Devpost , Hackathon , and Google Developers .

Furthermore, international cooperation is expanding in areas such as gender equality, inclusive education, and sustainable development — all supported by ICT tools. Interest in technology among young girls is growing, and they too are earning international recognition.

However, several challenges still exist on this journey — such as slow internet speed, language barriers, misinformation, and financial limitations. These problems can be overcome by using free online courses, joining local mentorship programs, actively monitoring grant platforms, and establishing connections with governmental and non-governmental organizations.

Conclusion

Information technologies are tools — how they are used depends on the youth themselves. In Uzbekistan, an increasing number of young people are using these tools for creativity, innovation, and global integration. This progress is accelerating development across the country. Every young person can define their own destiny and compete globally by leveraging technology.

This article has outlined how Uzbek youth are accessing global opportunities through ICT. Real experiences, platforms, and strategies have shown how they demonstrate their potential. In this process, digital literacy, language skills, and continuous learning play a crucial role. Therefore, every young person should use information technologies as a means to achieve their goals.

References

UNESCO. (2023). Digital Skills for Youth Empowerment .

Coursera.org is an online learning platform.

edX.org – Free Online Courses from Harvard, MIT, and more.

One Young World Official Website – www.oneyoungworld.com

Google Developers and Women Techmakers Programs.

Olimova M. (2024). Youth and Digital Innovation in Central Asia . Tashkent: TechFuture Press.

Poetry from Bibixanifa Jumanazarova

Mother – The Soul’s Sunlight

A question has just bloomed, deep inside my soul,

Please read these lines — they’re heartfelt, pure and whole.

Though my pen is weak, my words hold no disguise,

I took a page to try… still, no phrase justifies.

Mother… O my dearest mom,

Is your smile the morning sun,

Warming me in every hour,

Are your words the books I’ve won —

Each chapter growing mind and power?

Why is your heart so gently made?

So full of grace, so finely laid?

Here’s the news I want to share:

My Lord, He loves you — this I swear.

And what could be the secret cause

Of such beauty in soul and face?

Believe my words, I speak from truth,

Even the moon would feel disgrace!

Forget the moon — just look above,

The skies reflect your endless love.

What does it mean, this boundless light?

What truth does it reveal in sight?

It speaks of God’s own mercy deep,

That matches yours — so wide, so steep.

In short, to summarize it right:

Without you, joy has lost its light.

Among all realms that ever be,

No one on Earth could be like you!

I am a young poet from Zomin, Uzbekistan, born on May 15, 2007. Through my poetry, I seek to express deep emotions and the beauty of the motherly love that inspires and lights up our souls.

Poetry from Strider Marcus Jones

Tall light-skinned man in a printed tee shirt with blonde curly hair next to a shorter brown haired woman in glasses and a knit cap.

TWO MISFITS

it was no time
for love outside-
old winds of worship
found hand and mouth
in ruined rain
slanting over cultured fields
into pagan barns
with patched up planks
finding us two misfits.

i felt the pulse
of your undressed fingers
transmit thoughts
to my senses-
aroused by autumn scents
of milky musk
and husky hay
in this barn’s faith
we climbed the rungs of civilisation
so random in our exile-

and found a bell
housed inside a minaret-
with priest and muezzin
sharing its balcony-
summoning all to prayer
with one voice-
this holy music, was only the wind
blowing through the weathervane,
but we liked its tone to change its time.

LOW VAULTED CEILINGS

within those man stone walls
promoting their god
bringing us to him
i told the priest-
you tell us to be content
with poverty
while you live in this big house
throwing us scraps
begged from money lenders.
this is not what Jesus
asked his disciples to do.
this is not what he died for.
he said live amongst us
and share what they have.
the priest,
red with rage,
oppressive and oppressed-
pulled my mam aside
made her shrink in his stare
weep in his words
walk me in our sins
from his dark-damp house of angels.
outside
in feral sunshine
i pointed to grinning gargoyles
chasing chastened shadows
back down primitive paths-
to a cellar flat,
bare bulb dangling
prison beam probing
baptised flesh
and mam tipped tears
soaking into straw mattresses
sucking up cold from the flagstone floor
woodworms eating a Van Gogh table
where six mouths sat
sharing stale bread and cold beans
with whiskered skirting board mice.
years later,
i left Dedalus in Dublin
in the pages of a book
to his epiphany
and Jesuit suit of guilt-
while i quenched
my glistening fruit
in street light ladies-
drenched in smokey curling
dancing clouds
and stories from voices
bouncing off low vaulted ceilings
caressing human in darkness.

OLD CAFE

a rest, from swinging bar
and animals in the abattoir-
to smoke in mental thinks
spoken holding cooling drinks.

counting out old coppers to be fed
in the set squares of blue and red
plastic table cloth-
just enough to break up bread in thick barley broth.

Jesus is late
after saying he was coming
back to share the wealth and real estate
of capitalist cunning.

maybe. just maybe.
put another song on the jukebox baby:
no more heroes anymore.
what are we fighting for-

he’s hiding in hymns and chants,
in those Monty Python underpants,
from this coalition of new McCarthy’s
and its institutions of Moriarty’s.

some shepherds sheep will do this dance
in hypothermic trance,
for one pound an hour
like a shamed flower,

watched by sinister sentinels-
while scratched tubular bells,
summon all to sunday service
where invisible myths exist-

to a shamed flower
with supernatural power
comes the hour.

AN OLD WOODEN BOAT

an old wooden boat,

the long sail through erotic journey

tattered and torn,

lip red paint peeling on planked carcass,

bleaches on a sandbar-

the silent tributary

of its river bed

dried and cracked.

smudges of mascara

over scented seasons

woman the shell of a dress

she wore

with full breasts

and firm behind.

i remember-

don’t take

the corn coloured sun for granted,

or ignore

her constellation and unmentioned course,

unless, you want to pace the deck,

invisible to love

counting silent stars

talking to the unknown.

DOES HER FAR BEAUTY KNOW

does her

far beauty know

where my thoughts go

without her

when i walk

in lush rain lashing down-

squatting in enclosed fields

of remote wheat and barley

around told feudal cities and towns-

to talk

to fate and how it feels

to be emptied entirely

of hopes sounds-

these evolutions

fill rich men’s purses

and revolutions

are poor universes

that try to bend

the unequal

to be equal

without end.

does her

far beauty know

where my thoughts go

with her

when i walk

in lush rain lashing down-

soaked in moments come to this

paradise and precipice

belonging

bonding

thoughts

serendipitous

blowing into us-

gives shelter to the self

of us and other else-

unlike bare rooms we rent

to leave behind

when change moves us to fit

into it-

with only our echo and scent

of passion and mind.

Strider Marcus Jones – is a poet, law graduate and former civil servant from Salford, England with proud Celtic roots in Ireland and Wales. He is the editor and publisher of Lothlorien Poetry Journal https://lothlorienpoetryjournal.blogspot.com/. A member of The Poetry Society, nominated for the Pushcart Prize x3 and Best of the Net x3, his five published books of poetry  https://stridermarcusjonespoetry.wordpress.com/ reveal a maverick, moving between cities, playing his saxophone in smoky rooms.