A plea

Beloved like my mother
God gave you to me
I live as your child
I give my life to you, my country.

Let me lean on you, my wing
I will say it will not pass
I am sorry for the ingratitude
I give my life to you, my country

Don't be offended by me
If you are sad, I will be the one
Do not be humiliated in the hands of Yav
My life is devoted to you, my country

My sister, brother, don't shed tears
I will never leave you
May the sun not leave your head
My life is devoted to you, my country.


Running to your service
Be the only one for you
Pulling out my heart
Homeland, I give my life to you.

I will finish it before I die
Yozai senchun epic cry
My eyes are a charm for you
My life is devoted to you, my country.

The throne of other countries is not needed
It's okay if I'm in your arms
A heart that does not love you is heartless
My life is devoted to you, my country.



Member of the "Yosh kalamkashlar" club of the Barkamol Avlod children's school, Kogon district, Bukhara region, 9th grade student of the 17th school in the district, "I bow to those who know you", regional stage 1_place winner.

I'm leaving...

I'm leaving...
The end of my path is not in sight
A beautiful end of life.
Cheats discover lies
Let there be evil in the heart.

I'm leaving...
It's supposed to be in the grand corridor 
They put a shoe on my leg.
When I look back, my past
Sins will remain.

I'm leaving...
Stopping is a stranger to me,
And or no one is a friend.
Pains, sufferings please,
Leave it alone, leave it alone, that's it.

I'm leaving...
It's like in a grand corridor...


Anvarova Nilufar, a student of the 7th grade of the creative school named after Erkin Vahidov, Margilan city.

Daddy, I miss you, I miss you

He fills the fireplace without stopping because of his family.

I can’t stop being a child, I don’t know.

My dear father, my heaven is mine.

Daddy, I miss you, I miss you.

My mother burned her hands when she baked bread.

We were arguing by the side of the oven.

We all walked together, feeling his love.

Daddy, I miss you, I miss you.

His hands are full of hard work.

White in his restless hair.

I look at the picture and miss every moment.

Daddy, I miss you, I miss you

My neighborhood

At dawn in my neighborhood

Birds are chirping

My neighborhood is a sight to see

The hearts will break.

Brooms are yards

They open their hands to prayer

My neighbors

Light shines from his face.

The neighbor comes to visit

People to each other

Saying sweet words

The rays of the sun.

Children on the streets

They run happily

In the symbol of friendship, this

They scream and laugh.

Both women and men

They don’t sit down

“Idleness is bad!”

They say or.

Young people also aspire

Knowledge, knowledge for work

Thanks to our leader

For all your hard work.

Chairman and activists

They do a lot of work

That’s why we also them

A lot of respect in our country…

You will see in my neighborhood

Beauty and beauty

Affection, consequence, friendship

Religion, modesty, orni.

What about me, I will search

The inspiration of my poems

We need to justify

The name of our neighborhood!

Rustambekova Nozimakhon is the daughter of Jahangir. Khorezm region of the Republic of Uzbekistan. She is an active participant and winner of “Yosh kitobxon”, “Zukko kitobxon” and a number of other republican contests. The author of the fairy tale “Yumronchaning sarguzashtlari”. Samples of creativity are being published in “Gulxan” and “G’uncha” magazines. She is a member of the “Oydin Ozylar” circle organized under the Writers’ Union of Khorezm region. Currently, she is a 8th grade student of IDUM No. 30.

SUMMARY 

Time flies without looking back

Rushing like a man without passion 

Without combing his loose hair

He runs too fast

Taking a day of childhood 

I don’t know where it went?

Put it in a bag called life

Goes along the beach

I called again and again, but 

He didn’t even turn around. 

A big problem in the heart, 

He quickly got on a horse and ran away

Light’s eyes grew dim

Night fell in my hut

It didn’t leave my body

A time when my heart was crushed

From this day I learned the value of time,

Eyes wide open today, 

I used even the night

The knot that bound it was not resolved.

The end is invisible

Time is still running out

Mashhura Ahmadjonova was born on October 25, 1999 in Uychi district of Namangan region. The winner of the 2nd place in the regional stage of the “Most Active Reader” Republican competition. Member of the Indian organization “All India Council for Technical Skill Development”, the Argentinean organization “Juntos pol las letras”

(Central Asian woman with a white collared shirt and a black vest against a white wall)

Teacher (to my teacher Halimova Saltanat)

I am glad to have a teacher like you

I am lucky, my throne is mine,

I promised to be faithful

Dear Saltanat Domla.

My teachers are wise,

The most beautiful, kind

The whole world loves him

Dear teacher Saltanat!

Even the definition of the universe lol

You have a lot of words,

I am the best in the world

Immaculate teacher Saltanat.

He teaches beautiful lessons,

Students love it

He will catch you even if you fall

My supporter is Domla Saltanat.

He always encourages me,

Hey, you’re a scientist, Rayhon.

reach your goal

He believes that I will get a scholarship

like a loving mother

always supports me

Gentle, dear like my father

I’m glad to see him.

Sobirjonova Rayhona, a 9th-grade student of the 8th general secondary school in Vobkent district, Bukhara region. She was born in December 2008 in the village of Chorikalon, Vobkent district, in a family of intellectuals. Her parents supported her from a young age. She started writing in the 3rd grade. Her first creative poem was published in the newspaper “Vobkent Hayot”. She has also published extensively in Synchronized Chaos, India’s Namaste India Magazine, Gulkhan Magazine, Germany’s RavenCage Magazine and many other magazines and newspapers. She has actively participated in many competitions, placed highly and won many prizes. She is still busy creating.

Everyone has the right to be happy!

There is a girl whose dreams are like an ocean, she cries a lot! A lot of stress, but did not give up!

In the whirlwind of life, she took full advantage of her opportunities!
Cut off the bite! Diligent Jussasi is a small but brave girl! He also wanted to be happy! And found a way to be happy! Let’s find out how he did it!

The book is very dangerous, if you read it, you can be happy! Be careful! Luck is coming your way!!

Many people analyze the word happiness in different ways, let’s first understand the meaning of the word happiness! Happiness is actually your existence, your family, true friends, your favorite study, your favorite profession, your favorite place, your favorite country, all these are part of happiness. Do not look for happiness! – discover it yourself! . Are happy people only rich people? No, everyone can feel happiness! And I know that it is right. I know that this life breaks you a lot, I know that life has thrown you to different places! Get up and live again, how many things you haven’t discovered yet, scientists have studied 97~98% of the surface of the earth, but how many things are unexplored in the ocean and underground! So you have the opportunity and time to breathe? Is your heart pounding? do you love So you have a chance to be happy!

Maybe you feel like you are lagging behind? Everyone seems happy in the virtual world except you? Maybe your heart is tight and you cry every night? Know that morning comes after night, happy days are waiting for you like spring after winter! You just live! Happiness itself comes out from under your feet. Yes, do what you love, participate in your favorite activities, eat your favorite food. And happiness slowly begins to form in you!

Walk away from things that bring you down, even if it’s hard! Try to fix the thing that spoils your mood! it will come from your hand, I believe in you!

Everyone’s jealous these days, right?
Don’t tell anyone your goals! Eyes can touch!

Spend more time with your loved one first, with your family, because we all trust each other! Let’s appreciate our parents when they are alive! Our family is our source of energy that always supports us!

I ask myself, “Are you happy, Laila?” My answer will be like this!
I create my own happiness, I do what I like, I stop putting barriers on myself, I don’t lose my identity, maybe I’m a hudbin? Maybe the best person? Maybe a bad friend is a bad child? I will try to be good and I will do it!
Life can’t beat me, I won’t give up!

Do you see your reflection in the mirror every day? Compliment yourself
I am beautiful
I’m smart
I am rich
I chose a profession that I love
I am studying in the university I want
Say thanks to God that everything is perfect with me!

Believe 100% that everything will be fine and think good things!

Maybe everything will not be like before, but believe that it will be better than before!
Are you a teenager? Between the ages of 16 and 26, everyone experiences stress and depression. Don’t let these two defeat you! Don’t give up your expensive life for this cheap world! Just go ahead and take risks.
I’m sure you’ll be glad you didn’t give up when it all comes down to it!

I always asked myself, why am I so lazy? Why am I so stupid? Why do I cry so much?
Why? why ?why ?
The questions covered my head.
I am a teenage girl like you! I have no superiority over anyone. I would also like to feel happiness.
Happiness is actually a miraculous feeling that comes when we don’t expect it!
If you do what you like, happiness will develop in your heart!
Let’s be happy together!

can you see
Can you distinguish colors?
Can you speak?
Are you walking home late without someone’s help?
So you are on the threshold of the formula of happiness!
Let’s go inside. Do you agree?

My sister ~ my sister! Be happy BROTHERS! Remember me when you are happy!

I am happy!

Layla is the author of the book “Everyone has the right to be happy”.