FEELING OUT OF SIGHT Versatile love in life Arrange feelings with emotions Raise your love for me State it, even when times are darkest How we suffer despite this And let me count the ways Before the sun rises Reasonably I have to make you mine And when you’re with me Joys that seem to boggle the mind Equal by its tears, and clear Sweet feelings of true love Has touched our lives, our souls forever.
Dr. Brajesh Kumar Gupta ‘Mewadev’, Banda (U.P. – India)
Dr. Brajesh Kumar Gupta, also known as “Mewadev,” has been recognized on several prestigious platforms for his contributions to literature and the arts. Notably, the state of Birland commemorated him with a special edition postage stamp. He is the recipient of the Presidency of the International Prize De Finibus Terrae (IV edition), awarded in memory of Maria Monteduro in Italy. Dr. Gupta has been honoured with an honorary Doctorate of Literature (Doctor Honoris Causa) by both The Institute of the European Roma Studies and Research into Crimes Against Humanity and International Law in Belgrade, Republic of Serbia, and the Brazil International Council CONIPA and ITMUT Institute.
In addition to his literary achievements, Dr. Gupta was awarded the Uttar Pradesh Gaurav Samman in 2019, further solidifying his impact on regional and international platforms. Currently, he holds the position of the 3rd Secretary-General of the World Union of Poets, serving from December 30, 2017, through December 31, 2024. His role in this organization is pivotal, reflecting his commitment to advancing the global literary community.
Dr. Gupta is an accomplished author of eight books and the editor of twenty-seven volumes, showcasing his extensive contribution to literary scholarship. Beyond his literary pursuits, he serves as the principal of S.K. Mahavidyalaya, Jaitpur, Mahoba (U.P.), and resides in Banda, Uttar Pradesh, India. For further engagement, he can be reached via his social media profiles at facebook.com/brajeshg1, or through email at dr.mewadevrain@gmail.com. His work and legacy are also featured on www.mewadev.com.
Student of Urgench Ranch University of Technologies, Faculty of English Philology
The greatest victory in life is not over others – it is the victory over yourself. Every person holds within them limitless potential and hidden strength. Yet, this power can only be awakened through one decision — the decision to work on yourself. No one can change you better than you can.
We live in a rapidly changing world. Those who stop improving are left behind. Success is never an accident — it is built through patience, discipline, and endless hard work. Change begins within. Many people dream of changing their lives, but only a few have the courage to start by changing themselves. Real transformation begins within the mind. Once you change your thoughts, you change your destiny.
Success is not about being perfect. It is about being a little better than you were yesterday. Every small step forward is a part of a bigger victory. My family – my source of strength. My family is the biggest source of inspiration in my life. We are a large family of twelve — my parents, five sons, and five daughters. I am the fifth child, followed by five younger brothers.
My parents have devoted their lives to us. They sacrificed their own comfort so that we could study, learn, and grow. Their love, patience, and belief in us are the foundation of who I am today. Every success I achieve is a way of honoring their sacrifices. My parents have taught me an important lesson: “Never give up, work hard, and fight for your dreams.”
Who am I? I am Gulizebo Matniyozova Adilbek qizi, born on June 22, 2006, in Khiva city, Ichan Qala, Pahlavon Mahmud Street, Uzbekistan. I am currently a first-year student of English Philology at Urgench Ranch University of Technologies. Since childhood, I have been in love with books. Every story I read opened a new world, a new thought, and a new dream. That is why I aspire to become a professional translator, to bring the beauty of Uzbek literature to the world, and to introduce world literature to my people.
Self-improvement – a philosophy of life
Self-improvement is not only about learning; it is about living. It is about growing a little more every day, keeping faith even when it’s hard, and never stopping the pursuit of your dreams. Some people wait for opportunities. Others create them. I choose to create mine — with courage, persistence, and hope.
Conclusion
Self-improvement is not only the key to success — it is the essence of a meaningful life. Those who master themselves can master their destiny. I believe that every young person who works hard on self-development will one day shine as a bright star of the future.
And I, too, am walking that path — learning, dreaming, and striving — because I know a simple truth:✨ Those who work hard never lose.
Matniyozova Gulizebo was born on June 22, 2006, in Khiva city, Uzbekistan. She lives in Ichan Qala, Pahlavon Mahmud Street, house number 92. She is a first-year student at Urgench Branch of the Tashkent University of Information Technologies, majoring in English Philology. Gulizebo is hardworking and ambitious. Her dream is to become a professional English teacher and translator in the future.
Behind the curtains Ayyiri was a sound of the drum of joy, but it is not same as the sound of mosquitoes wings moving around in the dark? Was it not same as the wails of the sirens from a far?
Was it not……. Was it not?. I regret the very first day i heard it, you’re his they said. I was overjoyed not knowing i was tied Not with those three strong ropes but with pain, They said ” marriage is form of worship” but didn’t told me i was going to the sanctuary, I didn’t know i was going back in time to the time of my forefathers that lived in slavery. Resistance in that place is seen as rebellion not as a form of bravery. ”You are now not only bonded by love, but patience and perseverance.
Love was for courtship ” my mother whispered to my ears, It made me wonder how love will end before it even starts? But it was the very last i shine this my 32 to the rising sun and the falling moon. The hands that i think would hold and caresses now grasp my neck and confines me The voice that was one my favourite now screams and defines, send shivers of fear to my spine He was the apple of these eyes that once shone with light, now dim with tears like he was a third layer of an onion. A heart that once beat with love now is suffering from tachycardia. I complained and they said ”a woman pride is in her husband’s house”
But where’s the pride when it was no longer her husband’s house but a dungeon in the early European empire As if living with a monster was better than a homeless shelter. As if the bruises he left on me didn’t go deeper than skin. How could you tell me ” the patient dog eat the fattest bone” when the water has dried and the stone either burst or burn and emit heat rays that send water raining down my cheeks? I was taught in geography class about earthquakes and erosion, but not heartquake and bloody eruption in the lumen of my Aorta?
Tell me my people how could you tell me ” stay for your children if you leave where do you want them to go” when i was dying every single day, that you are seeing me not seeing me. You said i should endure it but won’t want to walk with me even for a second when i embark on endurance trek? You said i can change him to be the man i want but this is a pendulum bulb A cycle that repeats like TCA cycle, a vicious spin like a wheel of fate yana gararamba a kan titi. It is a dance of dominance, that he enjoyed as if he’s at Davido’s show in O2 arena, it is like an athletic game–an olympic that has a medal to win I thought love should uplift, not tear apart.
I said I’m not staying you started calling me names, yes you belong to the same specie of monster. I left you said i wasn’t religious as if it wasn’t the religion that says ” a finger shouldn’t be lift on a woman to beat her”. It is not the religion that gave me freedom? Haaa? Abi i no read it well ne? Then you said i should remember culture, the one that said i wasn’t entitled to leave even when i was going through hell? The one that said man should carry his wrong doings like grace? Or the one that says woman was born to be caged? Who made the culture then?
You see these words ehn? They were not just arranged in lines But it carries the weight of a thousand cuts The silence screaming in my chest, i swallow my heart in my guts It carries the story of every woman shut down behind the curtains of GBV. A story of hearts that lives but still yearns for life…………. Deejasmah
Khadija Ismail is a student of Medical lab science, a Hausa novelist, writer, poet, essayist and content writer. Her works centres on society and romance, she uses words to address issues like GBV, Mental and public health. She is the writer of Nisfu Deeniy and Wani rabo. Her work will be published in Yanar gizo anthology.You can connect with her on Facebook as Khadija Bint Ismail and Deejasmah writer on Instagram and Tiktok.
