Poetry from Stephen Jarrell Williams

My Baby Moon

I miss you

as the lonely nights pass

your silence slowing the wind

blinking back the tips of tears

I stand still

finally stooping to my knees

the grass moist and cold

a comet from my heart

breaking loose

streaking upward to you

my love

My Love

please

remember me.

Touching

I’ve written thousands of poems

never sent

to you

undercover all over the internet

thinking somehow you would know

they are for you

telling of my soul

within the multiple waves of thought

and the secrecy of the heart

our minds

somehow touching

with a sphere of imagination

and truth.

Forever

The way

before us

within our living

and wondering

an wakening

open eyed

and beating hearts revolving

around a swirl of emotions

dictating and delivering

a life

heavenly directed

and bound

solid in each other’s

grip of forever youth.

Essay from Oʻrinboyeva Ziynatjon

The most widely used big data and database concepts in the current era attract everyone’s attention. There are five main features that distinguish Big Data from the database. First of all, the volume of data is much larger than the database, that is, what was considered 100 gigabytes in the initial period is now measured in terabytes and petabytes. Secondly, each piece of information must have a certain value. That is, it is important that each piece of collected data has certain values. Third, ensuring that data in large databases is accurate and reliable, and that each piece of data is accurate and of high quality, is one of the most important issues.

Fourth, it is important that the data in a large database does not consist of only one type. For example, only relational tables are used in the database. Big data includes text, audio, video, and sensor data. Fifth, and most importantly, the speed of the data, that is, each piece of data must be created at high speed. And this is analyzed in real time in a large database. So, big data is any constantly changing set of data collected from any large-scale sources. Large amounts of data are usually measured in exabytes, terabytes, and petabytes.

Everyone is wondering how this term came about. The term “big data” was popularized in 2008 by Nature editor Clifford Lynch in an article about the rapid growth of data. The term big data emerged in 2008, but before that, 5 exabytes of data were collected by 2003, according to IDC. By 2025, this figure will reach 185 exabytes. 1 exabyte = 1 billion gigabytes. It is clear that the rapid increase in users on social media, the use of artificial intelligence in the economy and banking sectors, and the digitization of every industry are leading to an increase in the size of the database.

The most important thing is that large amounts of data are not just collected, but processed. And in the case of the above-mentioned features, it is processed. It is important to ensure that any information is reliable, and that the collected data retains its value for later use. We mainly use Apache and NoSQL systems for big data processing. Apache processes large amounts of data very quickly, allowing for real-time analysis in a short period of time. Essentially, Apache Spark processes data in RAM, not on disk. The ML library is also available in Apache Spark, which we need the most. NoSQL is a state-of-the-art database created to store large amounts of data as well as data in a variety of formats (videos,images,audios,sensors).Unlike SQL we used in the database itself.

Because the database is mainly relational tables, it is convenient to use SQL. NoSQL can also contain data in different formats. The term big data can be used in conjunction with the term machine learning. As the name suggests, machine learning is when a machine learns from data. ML collects data in real time and clears unnecessary data from memory. There are several ML algorithms in big data analysis. In this case, each algorithm performs a specific task. Regression algorithms are mainly used to forecast market prices and demand.

Artificial neural networks analyze complex data based on artificial intelligence. In conclusion, the use of ML in large data gives us several advantages and disadvantages: it analyzes large data quickly, provides transparency, performs decision-making processes without human intervention, is constantly updated, further increases the efficiency of work in Banking, Economics, e-commerce and medicine. One disadvantage is that each algorithm requires large volumes of data and powerful servers. So, when we use any systems, we need to thoroughly study them and be able to correctly use large amounts of data if we make the right decisions.

Oʻrinboyeva Ziynatjon, Uzbekistan 

Essay from Feruza Otaboyeva

VOLUNTEERING — GENUINE HELP OR JUST FOR A CV?

Feruza Otaboyeva

First-year student of Urgench State University

In today’s highly developed 21st century, the concept of volunteering has also reached a high level. However, there are people who do it sincerely from the heart, as well as those who do it only for personal benefit. So, what should be the real purpose of volunteering?

First of all, volunteering improves the lives of many people and benefits society. For example, by providing social and economic support to poor people and the elderly, we can improve their living conditions, even if only slightly. This proves that volunteering should be done sincerely and wholeheartedly. Moreover, by becoming volunteers, we can contribute to improving the condition of our mother nature. There are many ways to do this, such as protecting nature, caring for animals, cleaning streets and canals, and participating in environmental campaigns. By taking part in such activities, each of us should realize our human responsibility. It is not without reason that in Uzbekistan, state and non-state organizations are encouraged to participate in community clean-up activities every Saturday during certain seasons. The main purpose behind this is to awaken humanity, responsibility, and a sense of involvement in social issues among people.

However, there is another side to the issue. Nowadays, many people, especially young people, participate in volunteering mainly for their CVs. They treat volunteering as something done only for appearance’s sake. To put it more openly, many participate only if they are guaranteed a certificate or some other proof that can strengthen their CV. The reason for this is that prestigious universities, international colleges, and famous companies often ask applicants about their volunteering experience. Unfortunately, some people misunderstand this and simply go to events to take photos without making any real contribution. However, those respected organizations are not looking for empty photos or documents; they are looking for genuine individuals who can truly benefit society in the future.

In addition, some people publicly display every good deed they do by posting it on social media. In such cases, their main purpose is not necessarily their CV, but rather gaining popularity and improving their public image.

As for my own opinion, volunteering itself means “doing work willingly,” and from this we can understand that it should be done voluntarily and sincerely without expecting any benefit in return. Even if we do not expect anything, volunteering still provides many advantages. For example, for young people, it can serve as preparation for real life and provide valuable life experience. Modern forms of volunteering, such as translation or interpreting activities, can help us gain useful professional experience for the future. Moreover, volunteering can develop feelings such as kindness, compassion, friendship, and gratitude. For instance, by caring for sick people, we can learn to care about others and appreciate what we already have.

In conclusion, volunteering should mainly be an activity done sincerely and willingly by a person. It offers many benefits, such as gaining experience and developing gratitude. Of course, volunteering is also useful for a CV — that is true — but we should include only the volunteering activities we genuinely participated in, not photos or evidence taken merely to deceive others.

Poetry from Ananya S. Guha

Night Song

It’s quiet now, the hills

In a  sleepy trance 

Celebrate the rains

As darkness thickens;

Over a hill town drowsy 

With the rains early this 

Year

Climate change they say

In a chorus, even as the soul

Goes into a stupor,

Conniving with these hills

To wet drying lamps

In a garden which welcomes

The rains as a nocturnal visitor

A guest in this town where the

Rains thrash against the windows

And the hills mournful stamp their 

Signature on a hill town which 

Never ceases to be one

Why will you be a victim

Of climate change? 

You are Shillong in whose 

Murky evenings 

Thunderous rains clap

Into a perennial night song

And These Hills

The infinite zero

The identity of the wind

Swirling like a heavenly body

I cut the wound bleeding from

Past, a lifetime song

Of resusication

The macabre irony of a full proof

Life, is the resistance to it

Come question me sitting

Like a cursed zombie

All in me, mine alone

The wind is now silent

And I drown it in inner seas

Of past, present

A ghostly walk in catacombs

Of a mysterious self

Come love me like 

A quiet rustle of leaves

The wind, the rains, the placid 

Hills

Are mine, mine only.

Step lightly on these hills

Be careful, there are ruptures

Beneath, be careful to love them 

But if you do, make the way 

For them to love you

Otherwise you may lose the road

To eternity.

And these hills.

Ananya S Guha lives in Shillong. He has been writing and publishing his poetry for the last forty years.

Poetry from Su Yun

孩子,站起来

从石头中爬出的孩童

世界似容不下你天真的动态

你手持花朵跳跃摇摆

炮灰狰狞着将你覆盖

你抚摸涂鸦转过窗台

利刃爆破出胁你胸怀

剥去你未成形的认知的爱

你可记得幼年埋下的藤蔓

你可幼想它预期的花开

你可知晓你的母亲也曾

日渐加深了等待

等待你的心被爱撑开

吐露你带给世界的色彩

炮灰将画鸦涂改

留下愁恨的灰白

弥漫着悲哀不可掩埋

你记住藤蔓在更深处连成一脉

继续结着你的爱

你站起来,试着寻索

明白敌人才是最不该的存在

你站起来,学着跨步

带给土地真正的色彩

Child, Stand Up

By Su Yun(China)

Translated by Cao Shui

A child crawling out of a stone

The world seems unable to accommodate your innocent movements

You are holding flowers, jumping and swaying

The cannon covers you with ferocity

You touch the graffiti and turn around the windowsill

Sharp blade blasting threatens your chest

Stripping away your unformed cognition of love

Do you remember the vines planted in your childhood

Do you imagine the expected blooming of flowers

Do you know that your mother also once

Gradually deepening the wait

Waiting for your heart to be opened by love

Share the colors you bring to the world

The cannon fodder will alter the crow painting

Leave behind the gray and white of sorrow and hatred

Filled with sadness that cannot be buried

Remember that the vines are connected deeper into one vein

Continue to hold onto your love

You stand up and try to search for it

Understand that the enemy is the most unworthy existence

You stand up and learn to take steps

Bring true color to the land              

Su Yun, 17 years old, is a member of the Chinese Poetry Society and a young poet. His works have been published in more than ten countries. He has published two poetry collections in China, namely Inspiration from All Things and Wisdom and Philosophy, and one in India titled WITH ECSTASY OF MUSINGS IN TRANQUILITY. He has won the Guido Gozzano Orchard Award in Italy, the Special Award for Foreign Writers in the City of Pomezia, and was praised by the organizing committee as the “Craftsman of Chinese Lyric Poetry”. He has also received the “Cuttlefish Bone” Best International Writer Award for those under 25.

Poetry from Chinese elementary school students, compiled by Su Yun

金鱼

李心怡(10岁,小荷诗社)

金鱼,金鱼

金色的身体

快活的尾巴

美丽的眼睛

每天开开心心在一起

Goldfish

Li Xinyi (10, Xiaohe Poetry Society)

Goldfish, goldfish,

Golden body,

Cheerful tail,

Beautiful eyes.

Every day, happily together.

愉悦瞬间

赵雨桐(12岁,小荷诗社)

阳光跳进窗台,

笑声传透校园。

风抚过花朵摇摆,

快乐的愉悦感轻舞而来。

A Moment of Joy

Zhao Yutong (12, Xiaohe Poetry Society)

Sunlight leaps onto the windowsill,

Laughter echoes through the campus.

The wind strokes the swaying flowers,

And a happy sense of joy dances in.

夏日趣事

黄震宇(10岁,小荷诗社)

夏日趣事

就是一卷凉席

一根冰棒

一部电视剧

一个美好的心情

Summer Fun

Huang Zhenyu (10, Xiaohe Poetry Society)

Summer fun

Is a roll of cool mat,

A popsicle,

A TV drama,

And a beautiful mood.

黄昏

张海童(11岁,小荷诗社)

太阳顺着地平线下落

路上车来人往

我背着书包回家

买一根冰棍

很甜 很满足

鸟飞回巢穴

世界缓缓入眠

Dusk

Zhang Haitong (11, Xiaohe Poetry Society)

The sun sinks along the horizon,

Cars and people pass by on the road.

I walk home with my schoolbag,

Buy a popsicle,

Sweet and satisfying.

Birds fly back to their nests,

The world slowly drifts to sleep.

常足

刘良语(12岁,小荷诗社)

绿茵足踏尘沙,

一路攻向榜眼。

纵使未得金杯,

锋芒不减依然。

汗透征衣未歇脚,

拼来银榜不放松。

今朝暂作君下臣,

他日再登顶顶峰。

Ever Sufficient

Liu Liangyu (12, Xiaohe Poetry Society)

On the green field, feet tread the dust and sand,

Charging all the way toward the second place.

Even if the golden cup is not won,

The edge remains undiminished.

Sweat soaks the battle robe, yet no rest is taken,

Fighting for the silver list, never letting go.

Today, I temporarily stand as your subordinate,

Tomorrow, I will climb to the peak again.

宁静涵(9岁,毓秀小学)

树叶是露珠的摇篮

花朵是蜜蜂的眠床

小溪是鱼虾的乐园

家是孩子的避风港

Home

Ning Jinghan (9, Yuxiu Primary School)

Leaves are cradles for dewdrops,

Flowers are beds for bees,

Streams are paradise for fish and shrimp,

Home is a safe haven for children.

夏天是什么

王雨彤(9岁,毓秀小学)

夏天

是嘴里西瓜滴答的甜

是樱桃园里珍珠的红

是树上的蝉鸣一声声

是金色的麦浪一层层

夏天是什么

王雨彤(9岁,毓秀小学)

夏天

是嘴里西瓜滴答的甜

是樱桃园里珍珠的红

是树上的蝉鸣一声声

是金色的麦浪一层层

What Is Summer?

Wang Yutong (9, Yuxiu Primary School)

Summer

Is the sweet drip of watermelon on my tongue,

Is the pearl-red of cherries in the orchard,

Is the cicada’s song from the trees, one by one,

Is the golden waves of wheat, layer upon layer.

春天

王雨彤(9岁,毓秀小学)

春姑娘叫醒了

熟睡的柳树

柳树伸了个懒腰

照着镜子

梳着它的长辫子

Spring

Wang Yutong (9, Yuxiu Primary School)

Spring Maiden wakes up

The sleeping willow tree.

The willow stretches lazily,

Looks in the mirror,

And combs its long braids.

打翻了

任奕泓(9岁,毓秀小学)

天空打翻了颜料盘

把夕阳染成了五彩色

我把金黄色悄悄装进书包

撒在麦田里

农民伯伯露出了

幸福的笑容

Spilled Over

Ren Yihong (9, Yuxiu Primary School)

The sky spilled its paint palette,

Dyeing the sunset in five bright colors.

I quietly tuck the golden hue into my schoolbag,

And scatter it over the wheat fields.

Uncle Farmer shows

A happy smile.

长大

张羽瑄(9岁,毓秀小学)

蒲公英长大后

跟妈妈告别

坐着免费的大巴

去世界各地旅行

小水滴长大后

跟妈妈告别

和自己的小伙伴

一起去看那汹涌的大海

苍耳长大后

跟妈妈告别

跟着小动物

一起去探索新的世界

Growing Up

Zhang Yuxuan (9, Yuxiu Primary School)

When dandelions grow up,

They say goodbye to their mother,

Riding on free buses,

Traveling all over the world.

When little water drops grow up,

They say goodbye to their mother,

And with their little friends,

Go to see the surging sea.

When cockleburs grow up,

They say goodbye to their mother,

Following small animals,

To explore a new world together.

Poetry from Hauwa Hassan Haruna

/a/ woman conquest.

to be a woman. 

is a circle of being visible 

attention arrives, uninvited 

at the home front.

like a gentle dove,

she walks in silence, 

yet, she is ferocious,

to intruders. 

for dangers wears many faces. 

caution is her watchword.

she shrinks from retribution 

that the world is not a soft landing.

her fears see the future, 

for women are fragile mirrors 

they break easily. 

mortals roam without dystopia, 

but a woman world is not freedom 

her steps are calculative binaries. 

she endures the violence of unfenced territory. 

she lives without identity 

where no watches 

no warnings.

just her welding the sword of survival. 

she must survive where fears lingers like a apocalypse.

she is the sun that eclipse the moon. 

fighting everyday for a new dawn.

A Female’s Quiet Battle 

To be female 

has often meant 

to be seen before being known

attention arriving uninvited, 

everywhere. 

They call me quiet, 

an introvert wrapped in silence, 

yet even in stillness 

eyes find me. 

Before I speak, 

I am already felt— 

like heat on the back of the neck, 

like footsteps that never pass. 

Silence does not hide me. 

It only makes the staring louder

a weight pressing 

between my shoulders, 

refusing to lift. 

I walk with awareness stitched into my skin, 

a constant echo of be careful

For danger wears many faces, 

stories whispered 

about what could happen

if I am not cautious enough

There are fears I carry

standing to speak, 

finding my voice 

in rooms too loud, 

too watchful.

They say overcome it

but courage is not simple 

when fear has learned your name

They say a woman is fragile

as if strength cannot live

inside trembling hands, 

as if breaking is all we know. 

And so I shrink sometimes, 

not from weakness, 

but from knowing 

the world does not soften for me. 

I cannot choose recklessness 

and expect safety in return. 

Where others roam without thought, 

I measure my steps, 

I have learned to fold myself

not small, 

but precise

slipping through spaces 

without catching 

like fabric on a nail. 

Even my voice 

checks the room before it rises, 

testing the air 

like something that could burn. 

Freedom, for me, 

is not careless. 

It is the lit path, 

the crowded bus, 

the seat closest to the door 

a quiet math of staying safe. 

In those moments, 

I am both the one who fears 

and the one who guards

holding myself together 

with nothing but awareness 

They have called me fragile. 

But they have not seen 

how steady my hands remain 

when my heart is running, 

how I keep walking 

when every instinct says turn back. 

Still, I move. 

Not freely

but forward.

And if I am watched, 

if I am measured, 

if I must carry this constant knowing

then I will become 

unmissable in another way: 

not the girl who shrinks, 

not the shadow that passes 

but the voice of a woman

that remained

despite the fear. 

This is a poem by Hauwa Hassan Haruna, I am an upcoming artist, who fell in love with the literary space and trying to find her own place and voice. I have a post graduate degree in international relations and as an aspiring diplomat, I wish to convey message through writing.

Hauwa Hassan Haruna writes from Minna, Nigeria. She holds a B.A and M.A International studies and diplomacy from Ibrahim Badamosi Babangida University, Lapai. When she is not writing, she travels and loves to cook.