My lord
He never stopped working for his family
He thought about the happiness of his children
He always lived happily and with a smile
My dear, gentle, kind lord
He always held my shoulder and kissed me
He always prayed for me
When I cried, he wiped my tears from my face
My lord, he also gave me joy
He never bowed his head when trouble came
He looked for an opportunity in every task
He always supported his loved ones
My dear, sweet-spoken, generous lord
PLAVETNILO
Iz unutrašnjosti nebeskog
Plavetnila, prosuta zvjezdana
Prašina, stapa se sa korijenjem
Zemljine utrobe kosmičkim sjemenom
Zajedno daju zemaljske plodove
Lakoćom fluidnog kretanja neprekidno
Putuje duša, spiralnom međusvjetovnom
Svjetlošću pamti astralna putovanja
Svjesnost poznaje tjelesni oblik, nikada
Ne kasni, neprekidnim vraćanjem
Svome još uvijek usnulom tijelu
Pred svitanje, ponovno se spaja
Duh, duša sa tijelom, životni ciklus
Zatvara krug praiskonsko modro
Sa zlatnim zracima aurore,
Neprekidno rađanje I umiranje,
Događa se istovremeno u obje
Realnosti, jedno bez drugog ne
Može, tako je i bit će!!!
BLUE
From the interior of the celestial
Blue, spilled starry
Dust, merges with the roots
Earth’s womb with cosmic seed
Together they give earthly fruits
With the ease of fluid movement continuously
The soul travels, spiraling interworld
With light it remembers astral journeys
Consciousness knows the physical form, never
Is not late, by continuously returning
To its still sleeping body
Before dawn, it reunites
Spirit, soul with body, life cycle
Closes the circle of the primordial blue
With the golden rays of the aurora,
Continuous birth and death,
Happening simultaneously in both
Realities, one cannot exist without the other
It can, it is and it will be!!!
After All the Fairytales
After all the fairytales,
I want the language of the world to change.
Let the crow caw with the sound of good news,
Let there be well-wishes in the cat’s voice.
May the barks of dogs become melodious songs,
Let the lonely Shakil find his tribe again…
Let the pitch-black roads become
Mountain streams, flowing as waterfalls.
Let the humans turn into fish,
Or, let them fly as honeybees.
May the language of sparrows become universal,
Let flocks of parrots be seen
In the morning, noon, and evening.
Let the airplanes, like white gulls,
Build their nests on Sumatra Island.
Let there be friendship between stone and rain,
Let them promise each other—no more hailstorms.
Let butterflies see the moon in the land of ice.
From the body of the wolf or the desert bear,
Let the fragrance of heaven drift.
Let the tiger’s roar be like the hum of a bee—
Fearless, ageless, and spontaneous.
After all the fairytales…
Let the world belong to the bees or the fish alone.
Ashes in the Dry Garden
The rain remembers nothing,
It weeps dust, grain by grain,
As Time buries its face in sand,
The sky, concave and breathless,
Is a priest without a sermon.
The grass prays in brittle tongues
Beneath a ferrous sun,
Thorns rehearse old rites,
Where roots renounced the covenant of earth.
Buds dissolve in the womb of stillborn hours.
The path no longer pretends,
A threshold breathes but has no door,
A window mourns, clothed in the linen of neglect,
Shadows press their faces to the glass,
And broken panes echo footsteps never returned.
Leaves fall like confessions,
Not from boughs, but from clocks,
Whose hands no longer grasp meaning,
Rust speaks the liturgy of loss,
Iron forgets its shape,
And corrosion writes the gospel of forgetting.
Smoke, the incense of wasted time,
Rises from hours sacrificed to absence,
Walls whisper in crumbling syllables,
Not shattered by war,
But worn by the sighs of the unseen.
Among the ash:
A mother’s breath embalmed in plaster,
A child’s gaze fossilized in soot,
An old man’s dream folded,
In the envelope of an oxidized memory.
And the silence,
The silence chants,
I am the shape of what was thought,
The breath between two centuries,
The echo of a name unspoken.
When All Remains But Thee
The lamps still burn with contemplative fire,
Their golden tongues untouched by grief or pyre,
The meadows don their emerald attire,
Yet none lament, none long, none tire.
The birds unfold their morning psalm with grace,
Their wings inscribe soft hymns across the space,
The bells still toll where sacred echoes fall,
Yet none recall thy voice, none heed thy call.
The paths remain where once our steps were laid,
But Time has brushed thy footprints into shade,
The leaves lift birds to sky’s cathedral
dome,
While travelers pass as though they’re heading home.
O Memory! close thy weeping, sleepless eyes,
Unclench thy hand from what beneath it lies,
Let Past recede into the breathless hush,
Its mournful dirge now but a dying hush.
For all remains unchanged, complete in tune,
The morning glows, the breeze retains its rune,
But thou, O friend art not in any place,
Not in the sun, the wind, the stars, or space.
In The Shade Of Seeking
In blissful torment I sought smiling tears,
Seeking sorrow’s shade in sunshine’s shimmer,
Dark veils of anguish dimmed each golden dawn,
My eyes hunted shade in the arms of radiance,
An eternity dissolved under one teardrop’s weight,
O Pain, thou cruel artist, you inked my time,
A quiet absence visits my inward skies,
Loud silence nests in the heart’s vacant throne,
And chases shadows across the desert of longing,
In endless alleys, I seek echoes of essence,
The path is a relic of a vanished presence,
The dust knows my quest better than my lips,
I seek the trace ‘I seek the trace,
And I walk, and I yearn, and I call,
O nameless echo, art thou memory or prophecy?
Who moans in the dome of my soul’s roam?
In the Veins of Mist
Beyond the veil were dust and mist alone,
A traveller was I, yet journey there was none,
The tale once bound by threads was bore of grief,
Though paths bended beneath celestial turns.
I walked through clocks that melted into breath,
Where roads were stitched from shadows of desire,
Each turn revealed a mirror with no face,
Each milestone sang but vanished into fire.
Ideas rained like feathers made of glass,
Breaking soundlessly on the floor of thought,
I sought the ones who dwelled behind my eyes,
But found them drowning in a glass of haze.
No sorrow wept beneath the laughing moon,
I moved, yet floated in a static sea,
Time wore a cloak of whispering spectral wings,
And space knelt quiet at memory ‘s rusted gate.
The spring I chased turned into mirrored smoke,
And kissed the void with incandescent flames.
My river slept inside a cave of wind,
No wave disturbs the mirror of my stream.
No voice, no flame, no herald of the dream,
No beacon flares, no shore, no destiny,
No wave stirs forth within my silent sea,
In endless pursuit my compass turned to mist.
In the orbit of seeking lost my compass,
Diverts in the agony of smouldering path,
Each step dissolves into a vow forsaken,
And vanishes beneath eternity’s breathless veil.
A Vigilant Soul Awaits
A solemn vigil stirs the soul’s deep core,
Veiled fire beneath humanity longs to roar,
An ancient cry breathes through the folds of thought,
Time’s hush prepares the truth ,the seers sought.
The soul desires clouds ablaze with peace,
Tranquility draped in celestial, silent release,
Is a sacred phrase to light the mind’s domain!
And whisper grace through reason’s rich refrain.
For centuries I’ve thirsted for one stream,
A draught to heal the wounds of dream,
A pilgrim bearing thought’s illumined flame,
I name the stars yet shun all fame.
Let peace arise on wisdom’s tempered wing,
Let every soul in silent union sing,
Let truth be refuge for the bruised and torn,
And tyranny die where light is born.
A day shall come when division’s veil shall fall,
One voice shall echo in the hearts of all,
Those drunk on power shall at last descend,
Marked by the time their might cannot defend.
We are a single leaf
standing on the Tree of Life.
Bound to the body by the heart’s emotions,
so long as breath remains
we are praying.
From the fairy tales of youth’s spring,
at times we long to whisper
into the ear of a blossom.
Yet our hidden secrets
we tell to You alone
You who can listen to everyone
at the same moment.
You are Almighty, O God!
You bestowed valleys upon the deer,
wide tablecloths spread for them.
To what fate did You inscribe
eternal destiny, my Lord,
Like inscriptions carved in rock and stone?!
The author of the poem is the poet Nurbek Norchayev, from Kason District, Kashkadarya Region, Republic of Uzbekistan.
Translator Nodira Ibrahimova is a laureate of the international award named after Muhammad Reza Ogahi.
Here We Are in the Mid 2020s
Drop, bounce, roll, sleet against
window payne onto ledge
glaze covered cement walkway
naked, cold, lifeless
in the creek bed, lights of the night sky
waver… dim… dark clouds roll above
large mounds of frozen dirt cover
the terrain where once a forest
stood
now awaiting manmade woods of aluminum
processed wood
In the distance a gilded age
mansion stares down upon it all
as it once did onto the shacks in
the woods.
Down in the swamp where a city rose from the muck and slime
winter’s freeze preserves the musky filthy odor, embeds itself
in the people who populate the large classical buildings that
sit atop.
Their hearts beat slower, body temperature lowers
as the rich get richer, poor get poorer, health care
abandoned and middle class dropping like sleet from
a winter storm.
Downpours defrost the first layer of soil
dirty winter ice is washed away, crocus peaks
out to say hello.
A
L
O
N
G
The river, by sluices of canal, rapids of river,
meanders, then the rise of stone/rock as river
cuts through gorge, then lowhead dam.
Thump… thump… thump of the cans
Revving… revving of the engine. Start – stop.
One house to the next, pick em up throw in back
Toss onto the sidewalk. Miles upon miles of walking…
Hands calloused… bones ache… cold or hot
They are out there… snow or rain…. they are out there
Making just above a livable wage and the mayor says…
You make enough…maybe a few cents more.
M
A
N
Y
Work two jobs to earn what one should pay,
Taking bus to bus to job to job at the chain pharmacy
First then the chain department store second
16 hours a day to support a family, pay health care
Hear the king of the golden age that
Doesn’t exist except for the rich
Buy one doll, one coat you don’t need
Anymore than that…. Eats cake while
Others pull meals out of a can.
We are here in the mid-2020s and it is cold and barren
ICE and Border Patrol run the country side abusing
Migrants, abusing citizens in the name of the abuser in
Chief. A little man who chants
gimme… gimme… gimme more.
It plays out… always attack the weak
your own people, another country
surround yourself in gilded gold
mock predecessors for your ego
and of course, name buildings after
yourself…. Never before done while in office.
Cold…Cold…Callous…Cold
Lawless
Without proper notice to the folks on Capitol Hill
BOMBS DROPED ON SOVERIGN NATION
Maduro kidnapped, removed from county.
OIL, OIL, OIL, OIL
Non warrior yells after the attack
S
Y
N
OPHANTS
Praise him, how tough he is, actually say
He will dictate next move…………………
Juan Orlando Hernández
Juan Orlando Hernández
Pardoned just a month before
45 years sentence wiped out
45 tons of cocaine in the United States
Who is fooling who?
Lawless
g emil reutter is a writer of poems and stories. He can be found at: https://gereutter.wordpress.com/about/
THE INTERCONNECTION OF FAMILY AND SOCIETY IN UZBEKISTAN
Abu Rayhan Beruni Urgench State University
Faculty of Socio-Economic Sciences
Field of Study: Jurisprudence
Group: 251
Student: Qurolboyeva Shoxista Olimboy qizi
Email: qurolboyevashoxistaa@gmail.com
ABSTRACT
This article analyzes the essence of the close and inseparable relationship between family and society in Uzbekistan, as well as its social, spiritual, and legal foundations.
Keywords: Family, society, values, sacred institution, family relations, social institution, mahalla.
INTRODUCTION
The family is the fundamental unit of society and a sacred institution. In the main document that drives the life of the country — the Constitution — special emphasis is placed on the family. The Constitution states that the family is the basic unit of society and that every family is under the protection of the state. The role of the family is extremely important in enhancing the spirituality of any state and presenting it to the world, because a person’s pure emotions and human qualities are formed and embodied within the family.
As the most important social institution of society, the family plays a significant role in human development and in the formation of national values. The research highlights the role of state policy and the mahalla institution in ensuring family stability, raising young people as well-rounded individuals, and strengthening social stability. Historically, the nature of family and marriage relations, as well as the attitudes of scholars and thinkers toward these values, have been considered highly important and of great practical significance.
The development of the system of family relations has resulted in a decrease in the number of people entering into marriage and in the establishment of stricter rules for choosing a marriage partner. One of the oldest forms of social organization in human history is the clan or tribe, which originated from a single maternal lineage and united all people descended from a matriarchal line. Essentially, such a clan
represented a matriarchal family that connected all generations descended from the mother. One surviving example of this form is the Russian “matryoshka” doll, which symbolizes the interconnected descent of maternal generations.
A historical approach to family and marriage issues is reflected in the work “Mother Right” by the Swiss scholar J. Bachofen. In addition, the American researcher L. Morgan also expressed evolutionary views on the family in his works, particularly in the book “Ancient Society.” These works demonstrate the idea that the family institution is directly connected with social development, and that the improvement of socio-economic relations in society depends on the stability of the family. It is also emphasized that these changes historically occurred in connection with relations between representatives of different genders.
Family relations are also enshrined in the Constitution and constitute a separate chapter. “The family is the basic unit of society and is under the protection of society and the state. Marriage is based on the traditional family values of the people of Uzbekistan, the voluntary consent of those entering into marriage, and their equality of rights. The state creates social, economic, legal, and other conditions for the full development of the family.” The phrase “the family is the basic unit of society” means that the foundation of
every society is the family. Without the family, neither society nor the nation can exist stably.
Therefore, the Constitution ensures the protection of the family by the state and society, meaning that the state creates conditions for strengthening families. Legal, social, and economic support for families includes benefits for women with children, protection of women, and housing programs for young families. The voluntary nature of marriage — the fact that no one can be forced to marry, and that every man and woman enters into marriage only with their own consent — is an important sign of respect for human rights
and dignity. Society consists of relatively independent but interconnected systems, often referred to in science as subsystems.
These include economic (relations in the process of material production), social (relations between social groups, strata, and classes), political (state institutions and the activities of political parties), and spiritual (moral, religious, cultural, philosophical, and scientific systems). All of these are complex phenomena that, in turn, consist of smaller and more dynamic elements.
As one of the main elements of society, the individual participates in social life as a member of various communities. In this sense, society emerges as a “community of communities.” Society can be analyzed
from different perspectives.
For example, history as a discipline is divided into various specific histories: the history of a particular country, the history of each science, the history of discoveries, the history of regions and cities within a country, the history of socio-political movements and parties, as well as the history of each society and family. Each of these reflects the chronological sequence of events experienced by its object from its emergence to the present.
Society creates all the necessary conditions for the family through education, healthcare, employment, and social protection systems, ensuring family well-being. In turn, the family contributes to social development by raising healthy, morally mature, and patriotic children. Family and society are inseparable concepts.
They complement, strengthen, and develop each other. Harmony, kindness, and mutual respect within each family ensure peace and stability throughout society. Therefore, strengthening the family and
creating a healthy environment within it is one of the most important tasks of society.
CONCLUSION
The role and importance of the family in society are invaluable. A person’s upbringing, values, and worldview are formed first and foremost within the family. As the family is, so is society. If families are strong, caring, and spiritually rich, this positively influences social stability and development. The importance of the family in society is immense because it prepares individuals for social life. Qualities such as diligence, honesty, and patriotism are instilled in children primarily within the family. For this reason, family issues occupy a special place in state policy.
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