Being Successful in Professional Communication

In today’s era of globalization and increasing competition, not only a person’s knowledge and skills matter, but also their ability to communicate effectively and respectfully. In any field, the key to success lies in the ability to speak clearly, precisely, and sincerely. Especially in professional settings, communication is not merely a way of exchanging ideas—it has become a measure of one’s reputation, credibility, and competence.

Professional communication is not just about talking; it is a purposeful, clear, and culturally appropriate exchange of ideas. Every specialist—whether a teacher, doctor, engineer, journalist, or entrepreneur—must know how to express thoughts effectively, listen attentively, and maintain mutual respect during conversation. Today’s job market demands not only knowledge but also strong communicative competence.

It is important to remember that in every conversation, persuasive speech, positive emotions, a respectful tone, and good manners play a crucial role. A successful communicator is someone who can empathize, putting themselves in another’s position, and who expresses ideas not only through words but also through gestures, eye contact, and tone of voice.

Modern technology has transformed the way we communicate. Emails, messengers, and online meetings have become new arenas for professional interaction. In this context, understanding information culture, ethics, and digital etiquette is of great importance.

Therefore, to succeed in professional communication, a person must:

express their thoughts clearly and concisely;

possess good listening skills;

respect their interlocutor;

be able to resolve issues through dialogue;

use modern communication tools appropriately.

Communication is one of the greatest powers that defines humanity. Those who can direct it wisely will achieve success in any team and in any field.

Author is Dinora Sodiqova, a student at Termez State University.

Interview with Poet Muhammad Shamsul Huq Babu

Conducted by Eva Petropoulou Lianou 

1. Tell us about yourself. How did you begin writing poetry?

I am Muhammad Shamsul Huq Babu, born on January 1, 1972.

 I am the Founder and President of the World Wide Writers Association, the Publisher of the International Publishing House, and the Founder President of the International Book Museum (IBM).

 I also serve as an Advisor to The Daily Global Nation newspaper and as Chairman of Literature Housing and Business Management Ltd. Company.

I am a poet, writer, researcher, editor, and literary organizer. So far, I have published 40 solo books, and have edited and published over 200 anthologies both nationally and internationally.

 My writings have appeared in numerous newspapers, journals, and magazines around the world, and have been translated into various languages by translators from different countries.

I began writing in 1986. In 1990, I started and edited my own wall magazine. During that time, my writings were regularly featured in different commemorative publications.

 Thus began my literary journey – with love poems, marking my first steps into the world of literature.

2. What message do you wish to convey through your poetry?

Through my poems and writings, I wish to spread a message of world peace, awaken a love for nature, and uphold the values of humanity.

 I try to inspire beauty, empathy, and harmony among people through my words.

3. Do you believe that the new generation still cares for literature?

Unfortunately, the new generation seems rather indifferent to literature.

 They are heavily dependent on technology and are gradually moving away from the realm of literary appreciation and reading habits.

4. How do you feel when you see your poems published on international platforms?

It feels immensely gratifying. It gives me fresh inspiration to write more and strengthens my passion for literature.

 I find joy in sharing thoughts and emotions with people from around the world through the universal language of poetry.

5. Could you share a phrase or philosophy that has changed your life?

I have never seen God,

 but I have seen God in His creations-

 in love, compassion, honesty, kindness, forgiveness, generosity, and cooperation.

 Within every human being, there dwell two selves –  one divine and one demonic.

“God and the devil both live within man.

 I strive to chain the demonic self within me,

 and to enlighten and awaken the divine self,

 dedicating my soul to the pursuit of truth and beauty.”

6. What are your future projects?

My vision is to bring world literature closer to people and to preserve it for future generations.

 I have undertaken several ambitious projects that will, I believe, leave a lasting mark in literary history –

To establish a writers’ resort in a natural environment, where poets can live, converse, and find inspiration.

To create a Book Museum with thousands of books, where readers can visit, read, and enrich their knowledge.

These initiatives aim to celebrate and sustain the timeless spirit of literature across cultures.

Biography

Muhammad Shamsul Huq Babu

 Founder President – World Wide Writers Association

 Publisher – International Publishing House

 Founder President – International Book Museum (IBM)

 Advisor – The Daily Global Nation

 Chairman – Literature Housing and Business Management Ltd. Company

In Beauty

Contemplate its beauty

Through trees big and small

Greens, yellows subject to whim of the wind.

Streams meet rocks

Offering pleasant sound to ears

Facilitating the meditation of spiritualists.

Birds of all species

Traveling from north to south

Create pleasure

For nature lovers.

Life is beautiful

The boat centered among seas

Followed by dolphins in flight

A fascinating sight

For travelers passionate about sea life.

-Roodly Laurore

En Rose

La vie est belle 

Contemplons sa beauté 

À travers les arbres grands et petits 

Verts, jaunes soumis au caprice du vent. 

Les cours d’eau rencontrent les cailloux 

Offrant à l’ouïe un son agréable 

Facilitant la méditation des spiritualistes. 

Les oiseaux de toutes espèces 

Voyageant du nord au sud

Procurent le plaisir 

Aux amants de la nature. 

La vie est belle 

Le bateau au fond des mers 

Suivi par des dauphins en vol d’oiseau 

Un spectacle fascinant 

Aux voyageurs passionnés des poissons. 

-Roodly Laurore

Roodly Laurore was born and raised in Haiti. He is an engineer and poet. His poems, widely published, are included in: Synchronized Chaos; Spirit Fire Review; Welter University of Baltimore; Taos Journal of Poetry; Kosmos Journal; Autism Parenting Magazine; Solstice Literary Magazine; The New Verse News; Jerry Jazz Musician and others. He is the father of two sons.

Jerrice J. Baptiste is an artist poet and author of nine books. She has been published in The Yale Review; Kosmos Journal; The Tulane Review; Eco Theo Review; The Caribbean Writer and many others. Jerrice enjoys playing the role of translator and illustrator. She teaches poetry where she lives in New York!

Even Now

A strange current took us far out from shore.

We floated, sharing our bright boogie board.

“Stay calm Roman”, he did, reflecting my worry.

A whistle blew from shore and distant guards ran down the sand.

Four swam out, muscled arms chopping through the sea.

My son and I waited, watched, stunned, hypnotized.

We bobbed on the waves, all around us the bathtub sound of water.

The lead guard reached me. Ponch from Chips.

He asked if we were OK.  “Yes” I said.

He told me to hold onto a buoy tethered to his body.

My son hugged a buoy attached to a woman.

As they swam us in, I kept the boogie board,

Grateful, so grateful for that boogie board.

A third guard swimming beside us shouted “Let go of the board!”

I complied, let go of my board, did as I was told.

We came to shore.

I stood, staggered in then fell onto my knees in the retreating foam.

To my right, the boogie board shot into the air like a joyous dolphin.

Vulnerable, humble, I picked up the boogie board, onlookers clapped.

I felt deep shame before my son’s mother.

After resting, I went to Ponch the lifeguard and thanked him.

He smiled his brilliant white smile and said “Hey, it’s what we do!”

He tried to teach me how to spot rip currents,

but I was still stunned, we had escaped death.

Paul Durand June 25, 2025

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The Patriot Ghost

An unfamiliar patriot-ghost emerged

Smoke-like from a shadowed ignored corner.

Raised-up a flag that flapped, snapped, called me out.

Glided close then eyeball to eyeball, morose,

Said “bad people are here to take your life,

to dominate, squeeze, inflict pain for fun.

You are their target, their common purpose.

Masked men have been deputized to kidnap

Brown-skinned persons off the sidewalks. You’re next.

Sisters, children, fathers, mothers, brothers.”

Grieved at what must be done, shoved toward war.

Outrage arced upward, across, a solar flare of unfocused action.

I jumped up to fight these forces, to push back to death’s door.

Citizens, we must save our homeland from banal annihilation.

Paul Durand

11/21/2025 Revised

Krishnamurti on my mind

man-made-man

hiding behind

the esoterisms

of your sacred

                           script

you sculpture

a belief

of your own

demonstrative

                         self.

true religion

the search . . .

religion of truth

. . . true education

solitude

confidence . . .

to seek truth

confidence

elimination of fear—

including religion

We force

justice . . . as a concept

                  or can it be more . . . relevant

                  action more than spoken . . . demanded

                  & nurtured by the people . . . gravitational

                  forces raising awareness . . . court

                  rooms empty of lies . . . deceit

                  a disease . . . We

                  conquered.

love

is the source

or must be

(for reason

to be)

bonus:

book sense for holiday emotions

an eager book that has

sat on a patient

surface, waiting for

to-day, a day formulated

for the arrival of grand

emotions, the holidays are

here! absorbed by

the patient surface

no more, it works its way

into unsuspecting hands, greedy eyes

and a thirsty mind

lap up leaping words, linked

to treasures beneath

the surface you find

understanding, peace enters

gracefully and seductively

you learn to be at One

with what you usually escape: family.

MUHAMMADJONOVA O’G’ILOY BUNYODBEKOVNA

A review of Abdulloh Abdulmutiy Huda Said Bahlul’s book “Qulog‘im senda, qizim”

A book is a bridge of salvation between this world and the Hereafter, guiding us away from evil and towards good.

“Qulog‘im senda, qizim”… This book, written by Abdulloh Abdulmutiy Huda Said Bahlul, is a “treasure” that teaches girls and women to be chaste, well-mannered, and devout. This treatise is not only for girls but also an essential read for mothers who are not indifferent to their children’s upbringing. The reason is that it contains various noble virtues, illustrated through diverse stories and real-life examples, which call humanity only and solely towards goodness!

Every page of the book is an expression of a father’s boundless love and profound wisdom for his daughter. The author provides valuable advice on various aspects of life – from personal development to family relationships, one’s place in society, and most importantly, spiritual growth. These counsels are not mere dry admonitions, but are enriched with real-life examples and instructive stories drawn from the Holy Quran and Sunnah, allowing the reader to ponder deeply.

“Qulog‘im senda, qizim” is not just a book, but a manual for life. The advice and guidance provided within are beneficial not only for young girls but also for those with sons, and even for parents themselves. They help to approach child-rearing with a fresh perspective, to understand children’s hearts, and to guide them correctly. While reading the book, every individual reflects on their own life, the events around them, and most importantly, their inner world.

In conclusion, Abdulloh Abdulmutiy Huda Said Bahlul’s work “My Ear is with You, My Daughter” is an invaluable treasure that deserves a place in every home library, bringing comfort to the heart and spiritual nourishment. Every girl who reads this book will feel stronger, more confident, and spiritually enriched. I wholeheartedly recommend this book to all young people, especially to girls who are seeking firm principles and spiritual guidance in their lives. I am confident that the wisdom found within its pages will illuminate your life even in its darkest moments.

My name is Muhammadjonova O’g’iloy. I was born on September 11, 2010, in Qo’rg’ontepa district, Andijan region. I am a 9th-grade student at the 5th Specialized School.

Frozen Fish

Coming home from work is the same every day. The streets are noisy, cars roar, people hurry, and children laugh and play with pure innocence. Life around me is alive, yet inside me—silence.

  There is a strange emptiness in my heart. As if something is missing. But what? I don’t even know. Deep inside my chest, there is a voice wanting to speak, but no one seems to hear it.

  As usual, I entered that same store to buy dinner. The shop assistant greeted me with his usual smile, his usual words:

 “Hello, how can I help you?”

 And I, once again, was silent. I didn’t know what to buy. I simply wandered between the aisles. Fruits, sweets, colorful products… and finally, I stopped in front of the freezer.

  There it was — the frozen fish.

  My eyes instantly caught it. Strange… why did my heart recognize this coldness so quickly? I reached out — cold, yet familiar somehow. In that very moment, I felt something… something I couldn’t explain even to myself.

  I took the fish. The shop assistant, as always, was polite:

  “That will be 30,000 so‘m,” he said with a smile.

 I handed him the money, but my thoughts had already walked away with that frozen fish. As I walked home, a thought crossed my mind: “This is not the fish… it’s me who is frozen.”

  Yes, perhaps I am the same — alive, yet without warmth. My feelings have frozen inside my heart. That’s why I cannot love, cannot feel gratitude, cannot trust anyone.

 There was a time when I was different — cheerful, innocent, someone who made others laugh. Now everyone says: “You’ve changed, the old Zebi is gone.” Maybe they’re right. Maybe I was once a fish swimming freely in the ocean, but the cold hand of life caught me… and froze me.

 Now I live, but I do not feel. I breathe, but I am not alive.

 Who knows, maybe inside each of us lives a frozen fish — a piece of ice that has grown used to the cold and forgotten what warmth feels like…

My name is Dilobar Maxmarejabova. I am a 2nd-year student at the University of Journalism and Mass Communications, majoring in Philology and English Language Teaching.