Essay from Nozimova Shukrona

The Power of Books: How Reading Shapes Our Minds

Books are more than just words on pages—they open doors to new worlds, ideas, and experiences. From the moment we learn to read, books begin to shape our minds, expand our imagination, and help us understand the world. Every story teaches us something about people, cultures, and emotions. Reading encourages curiosity, empathy, and broader thinking.

Books also develop creativity and critical thinking. While reading, we imagine scenes, interpret meanings, and connect ideas. Reading also improves vocabulary and helps us express thoughts clearly. In today’s fast-paced information age, books provide a space for deep thinking and reflection that short messages or headlines cannot replace.

Reading affects not only personal growth but also society. Readers tend to be open-minded, empathetic, and more understanding of other cultures. Knowledge gained from books helps individuals contribute more thoughtfully to their communities.

In conclusion, reading enriches our minds, hearts, and lives. It opens doors to knowledge, nurtures empathy, and strengthens creativity and critical thinking. Books are not just a form of entertainment—they are a powerful force shaping personal and social development.

My name is Nozimova Shukrona, and I was born on January 31, 2011, in Oltiariq district of the Fergana region. Currently, I am a 9th-grade student at the Fergana branch of the specialized school named after Muhammad al-Khwarizmi.

Despite my young age, I have a strong interest in science and creativity. Since my early school years, I have actively participated in various academic competitions. For example, in grades 5–7, I took part in the Hippo English Olympiad and the Kangaroo Mathematics competition, where I had the opportunity to test and improve my knowledge.

In 8th grade, while studying at Specialized School No. 4 in Oltiariq, I was also a member of the “Zakovat” intellectual team, and together with my team, we achieved 4th place in the district competition. During the same year, I ranked among the top 10 in the district stage of the Al-Khwarizmi Olympiad. I have also taken part in many subject Olympiads and achieved high results.

Currently, I am participating in the provincial stage of the History Olympiad, where I continue to demonstrate my knowledge and abilities. In addition, I am a member of my school’s “Zakovat” intellectual team, and we are competing at the provincial level. Recently, I achieved a B+ level in the National Certificate exam in Uzbek Language and Literature. I am also interested in sports. When I was younger, I practiced gymnastics and won several competitions.

I actively participate in different initiatives and projects, where I not only show my eagerness to learn but also develop my leadership skills. I have clear goals for the future, and my dreams are high.

Essay from Nurmatova Charosxon Pirnazar qizi

The Application of Artificial Intelligence and Digital Technologies in Education and Society

Nurmatova Charosxon Pirnazar qizi

Annotation:

This article attempts to conduct a fundamental analysis of how artificial intelligence (AI) and digital ecosystems—one of the greatest technological and ontological turning points of human civilization—are reshaping the global architecture of society. The paper scientifically substantiates the inefficiency of traditional educational paradigms and the emergence of adaptive algorithmic systems that expand human cognitive abilities.

The central idea of the research is to interpret AI not merely as a technical tool, but as a “catalyst” that enhances the intellectual potential of society. The findings present innovative strategies for personalizing the educational process, eliminating the digital divide, and adapting to transformations in the labor market. In the context of technological determinism, the concept of a “Humanistic Digital Society” is proposed, which prioritizes the human factor and digital ethics.

Main Part:

Today, the educational process has moved from the stage of “information transmission” to the stage of an “intellectual ecosystem.” Artificial intelligence (AI) here functions not only as a tool but also as a personalized learning companion.

Digital technologies enable a transition from vertical (hierarchical) governance systems to horizontal (network-based) structures in society. Society is now measured not by geographical boundaries, but by “data flows.” In modern governance, digital models of cities, transport systems, and even social groups are being created.

With the help of AI, optimizing resources (energy, water, logistics) not only increases economic efficiency but also systematically eliminates corruption and subjectivism associated with human factors. According to research, by 2030, AI will perform up to 85% of tasks such as data entry, standard calculations, and basic diagnostics. This leaves humans responsible mainly for empathy, creativity, negotiation (soft skills), and ethical judgment.

Conclusion:

In conclusion, artificial intelligence and digital technologies are not merely the next innovation, but a new chapter in the intellectual evolution of human civilization. This study shows that transformation in the education system is not just about replacing textbooks with tablets—it is about creating a “personal intellectual environment” that elevates each individual’s potential to an unlimited level and expands their cognitive abilities.

Nurmatova Charosxon, Uzbekistan 

Poetry from JoyAnne O’Donnell

Meadows Peace 

In the meadow peace and sunlight glows

A quiet hush between what comes and grows, 

The soft grass sways in a calm release 

All the day feels wrapped in a peaceful peace, 

A gentle wind begins to stay

Whispering summers secrets through the sway,

Each petal glistens, calm and free

Moved by the cool breeze in harmony,

No hurried step, birds singing natures sound,

Stillness settling all around 

Where hearts can rest and thoughts cease,

Then life becomes a meadow’s peace.

Poetry from Donna Dallas

Small Girl Big Devil

As quiet as I was 

your silence devoured me

I was spit into bits 

fed to pigeons

given a lollipop for this cross 

and left on someone’s door

who didn’t like children

so I became a woman

overnight 

in a back alley 

and you looked at your work 

said thy will be done

and fell into deep slumber 

as I crawled away in shame 

Monsters are made 

not born 

there’s still a monster under my bed 

I hear it deep within the empty night 

when dreams play tricks 

and lovers stop 

loving 

The morning so futile 

where I attempt to redeem 

us 

under the blood sun that rises 

over the arch of our terrace 

that hasn’t been used in decades 

and never will 

Since the city has climaxed 

we are spent within her

Alive 

but dead with guilt 

and old with fear 

Yet 

we sit together

numbly silent 

as a tomb

In Poison We Began

Your breath a siphon

of everything me

those late nights 

we plodded through our deadlands 

as vacant as the wind 

your lips a poison 

never matched 

(and we choose our poisons delicately)

Some burst of cosmic gases

from an unnamed planet 

as it flew apart 

fused us 

there isn’t a fiber 

between our skin 

our poison combined 

threaten

all the surroundings 

When I slink out 

from our skin 

I witness us

white and wrinkled 

posed as humans 

we glow toxic blue

in the moonlight 

We fold back

into each other’s poison

scrimmage until the moon

dies 

because we can’t ever 

leave pure things alone 


Sweet Darlings

There was something off

in my mother 

I’m sure I realized this at a young age

We salt our own wounds

to go back and revisit in some nostalgic way 

never does any good 

There’s a heroic bend to events 

we escaped from 

or got out of unscathed 

but it is bent and strange 

hope can be quiet rage in youth…..in the meek 

There are outliers for reasons 

back then I skirted darkness 

it was so natural 

to turn into those monsters 

the same ones I was born to

and some of us morph 

to become a hybrid 

pulling some old dark legacy 

along with a new creeping addiction

I don’t have to call up the dead

to ensure I’m awake nights 

I’ve been awake for decades 

fearing some floating stigma 

that will get me 

at some future point 

If there’s something off in me

the root goes deep 

my road went dark aways ago

I cry forward 

Kitty

The wind ever so lightly rustles the trees

there’s an egg in the blue jay’s nest

Kitty lights a Newport

blows that mint smoke straight into

the fresh morning air

we sit

sludgy and bent

ogle the simple shit

as if life never existed before

the blue egg

before martyrdom

Christ

dinosaurs

it’s all new today

cuz we heeled she says

Kitty coughs

deep and chunky

phlegm flows

over her lips

she wipes her mouth with a tissue

her potbelly ever so round

tits sag down 

while gravity sucks at her nipples

I light a Marlboro

nothin left to fear

that ain’t already spooked us

the egg

divine and speckly

imperfect

yet so pure

can’t take my eyes off it

almost the color 

of a Tiffany giftbox

Kitty grunts

asks who Tiffany is

I just want the egg to open at its time

without a hungry predator lurking

I want that baby blue jay for my own

some dormant motherhood beam

creeks in my dead womb

as if to ask

what happened to the many eggs

I’ve scrambled at the predator’s foaming jowls

A singular cry from the momma blue jay

the mother’s moan 

dates back to Mary

some invisible clock

that stops a heart

when necessary

as written in the Torah 

and we’ll come to it

Hole (For M.M.)

Your Frankenstein chariot

pieced together

from many dead Harleys

The rides to the beach

salt air sprayed us

from both sides of the bridge

and it was a freedom so epic

it engulfed us

Glittered eyelids

black leather

lust like dogs

hunger eats like a hole

we ain’t filling in this life

The bike on the boardwalk

us

staring into a future

we were unable to feed

sucking at the pure moment 

of innocence and death

too naive to know the difference

Boardwalk now is cracked

ripped and busted up

from the many storms 

I walk it alone from time to time

hungry to get to the point

That tipping point

when you and I meet 

as ghosts

Poetry from J.J. Campbell

——————————————————————————————-

the porcelain gods are calling

preparing my mind for hours

on the toilet the day before

my colonoscopy

with colon cancer on both

sides of my family, dread

is on the tip of my lips

and i know, i’m young

enough to beat anything

found early

but the question that is

never asked

would i really want to

no one seems to understand

death is the only way out

of here

why fear it

why prolong this fucking

misery

unless of course, you’re

into the pain, the agony

and the endless struggle

perhaps have a drink

with sisyphus and go

over the war stories

preferably, i’ll have

a stiff drink

maybe listen to some

music

close my eyes

and just let go

———————————————————————–

hidden joy

i’ve been dealing

with pinched nerves

long enough now

that the pain no

longer sneaks

up on me

it is like a constant

companion

the nagging wife

on a long road trip

of course, i can say

that since i am single

a hidden joy of loneliness

—————————————————————-

a little money

here come the beautiful

women telling me they

just need a little money

and they will make me

thousands to help me

get out of debt

i laugh and ask which

rock was i born under

or what ditch will they

leave the body in

they can try to insist

they are legitimate

but i know damn

well

i can’t be the only

one to know a fucking

scam when i see one

besides, using a porn

star for your profile pic

is an obvious fucking

giveaway

—————————————————————-

suffer

sitting here in

the waiting room

listening to this

program

that is stressing

that you don’t

need to suffer

over and over

again

i’m guessing we

all have different

terms of suffering

but holy shit

suffering is coming

out of that television

just loud enough

i get the fucking

point

————————————————————-

a lesser hell

i hear all the horror stories

of the father that left for

cigarettes and never came

home

i’m sure most of them

were running from debt

or a family they didn’t

love or could barely

afford

and sure, some ran to

other families that were

of a lesser hell

but how many of those

that never came back

never made it to another

destination

i think of all the bodies

turning up in old fields

deep in the woods

i bring up all of this

because i have always

wondered why my father

couldn’t have been one

of those fuckers

he stayed for the abuse

for the hell

for all the times he never
knew how to be a man

J.J. Campbell (1976 – ?) is old enough to know better. The 3 time Best of The Net nominee and two-time Pushcart Prize nominee, he’s been widely published over the years. Most recently at Yellow Mama, The Beatnik Cowboy, The Rye Whiskey Review, Night Owl Narrative and Disturb the Universe Magazine. His latest book, to live your dreams, published by Whiskey City Press, is available by going here: https://a.co/d/01WIoaxo

Essay from Sevara Matnazarova

What It Really Means to Grow Up

Growing up never came to me as a clear turning point—it arrived quietly, almost in the background of ordinary days. I used to imagine adulthood as a stage where everything finally makes sense, where decisions feel natural and confidence is constant. But the first time I truly felt something shift was much less impressive. I remember making a decision I thought was right at the time—nothing dramatic, just something small I didn’t think through carefully. Later, when things didn’t go as expected, there was no one to correct it for me, no one to take over. I had to sit with the result and admit, at least to myself, that it was my responsibility. That moment stayed with me, not because it was big, but because it felt honest. It made me realize that growing up isn’t about having control over everything—it’s about accepting that you don’t, and still taking ownership of your choices.

Over time, I began to notice how much of growing up is tied to uncertainty. There were situations where I had to decide something important—what direction to take, what to prioritize, when to let go of something that no longer felt right—and I didn’t feel ready for any of it. I kept waiting for a moment where everything would feel clear, where I would feel completely sure. But that moment never really came. Instead, I acted while still doubting myself. Sometimes it worked out, sometimes it didn’t, but each time I understood a little more. I realized that confidence is not something you have before making decisions—it’s something you build after facing the consequences of them. That shift changed how I see progress. It’s not about avoiding mistakes anymore; it’s about being able to continue despite them.

       Another quiet change happened in how I see people. I used to think in simple terms—someone is either right or wrong, kind or not, trustworthy or not. But real experiences made those categories feel too small. I’ve had moments where someone disappointed me, even though I believed they wouldn’t, and other moments where someone showed unexpected understanding when I needed it most. It forced me to pause before judging too quickly. I started to realize that people carry things you don’t always see—stress, fear, personal struggles—and sometimes their actions reflect that more than their intentions. Growing up, for me, meant learning to look beyond first reactions and trying to understand before forming conclusions. It didn’t make everything easier, but it made things more real.

At the same time, I had to learn how to deal with my own emotions in a more honest way. There were times when I felt overwhelmed or frustrated, and my first instinct was to ignore it, distract myself, or pretend it didn’t matter. But those feelings don’t disappear—they stay, quietly affecting your thoughts and reactions. I remember a situation where I almost responded impulsively to something that upset me, but instead I chose to step back and think about it later. That small decision—to pause—changed the outcome completely. It made me understand that growing up isn’t about not feeling anything deeply; it’s about not letting those feelings control everything you do. It’s a slow process, learning when to speak, when to stay silent, and when to simply give yourself time.

My expectations of life have also changed in ways I didn’t expect. I used to believe that if you worked hard and stayed consistent, things would naturally fall into place. And while effort does matter, reality doesn’t always follow that pattern. There have been moments where I did everything I thought was right and still didn’t get the result I hoped for. At first, that felt frustrating, even unfair. But gradually, I began to understand that life doesn’t owe us predictable outcomes. What matters more is how you respond when things don’t go according to plan. That realization didn’t make things easier, but it made them clearer. It shifted my focus from trying to control everything to learning how to adapt.

What surprised me the most is that growing up isn’t about losing who you were before. It’s not about becoming cold, overly serious, or detached from your own hopes. In fact, I feel like I understand myself better now than I did before. The difference is that my expectations are more grounded. I still care about things deeply, but I’ve learned where to invest my energy so it doesn’t drain me completely. I still have goals, but I no longer expect them to happen quickly or perfectly. Growing up, in that sense, feels less like changing into someone else and more like becoming more aware of yourself—your limits, your strengths, and your patterns.

       In the end, what feels most real is that growing up is not a destination you reach, but a way you learn to move through life. It’s in the small decisions, the quiet reflections, the moments when you choose responsibility over comfort. I still don’t have everything figured out, and I don’t think anyone truly does. But I’ve learned to stand by my choices, to accept uncertainty without letting it stop me, and to keep moving forward even when things feel unclear. Maybe that’s what growing up really means—not having all the answers, but being willing to live honestly without them.

By Sevara Matnazarova 

From Khorezm, Uzbekistan

Essay from O’rinboyeva Ziynatjon Anvarbek qizi 

The Impact of Artificial Intelligence on Society

We know that now Information Technology is developing at a wide pace. Information systems and technologies are now used all over the world. In addition , technologies such as the Internet of Things, Artificial Intelligence(AI) are becoming part of our lives.Therefore, the greatest demand in the current era is for artificial intelligence. And the demand for this direction is growing. Now we need to understand what Artificial Intelligence is, what its advantages and capabilities are. Artificial intelligence is a field of science and technology that creates machines that can mimic human intelligence.

In other words , it almost imitates the human mind. Basically, Artificial Intelligence is a technology that mimics human thinking, learning, and decision-making processes through computers and programs. Artificial intelligence is mainly based on large amounts of data. As mentioned above, artificial intelligence imitates human thinking, large database comes in handy. This means that artificial intelligence studies every single piece of information in the case of using this base, and helps predict the future through past and present data. AI produces results faster and more accurately than humans.

Another reason for rapid development in areas such as finance , economics , and medicine is that it provides much faster than humans , reduces paperwork and saves time. It has begun to be widely used widely in everyday life. For example, we can consider social networks and search engines. On social networks, users often see content based on their interests. This is because social media algorithms suggest similar content based on users’ interests. This can also be seen in search engines.For example , Yandex and Google. Another example is online shopping, which is becoming increasingly popular. It also provides suggestions that match your wishes, desires, and requirements on these platforms. This is done using artificial intelligence algorithms. In conclusion, artificial intelligence technologies help us achieve more results in less time.

O’rinboyeva Ziynatjon Anvarbek qizi is a third-year student at Tashkent State University of Economics. Winner of the “Robbit Academy” educational program, one of the projects of Najot Ta’lim. She’s a district coordinator at UzMIHU, a graduate of the “Five Million AI Leaders” project courses, a graduate of the “Kelajak Ilmli Qizlar” community, author of several articles and participant in international anthologies, active participant in Zakovat and Zakovat Quiz intellectual games, mentor in three seasons of the Changemakers Challenge project.