The Room

The room hums softly 

with the sound of kids playing in the snow

a wooden table embedded with marks from countless dinners

the sound of silverware echoes in the silence

My brother, with his elbows propped up

grins wide, 

immersed in the YouTube video playing on his phone

He barely pays attention to his plate

despite the piles of rice in his bowl

He sloppily stuffs his face with a single spoon

Dad sits across from him, 

calm but stern

His eyes scan the room, watching over the dinner table

He slowly sips the barley tea

as he briefly touches my brother’s arm

when he laughs too loud

He slowly raises his set of chopsticks and spoon

carefully placing the banchan on top of his rice

As Things Pass

A leaf skates across the sidewalk,

Caught in a swirl of wind

It lands with a sigh 

On the edge of a curb, unnoticed

A constant flow of people move beneath skyscrapers

A woman in a red coat pauses at the end of the street,

Her scarf fluttering in the wind

She clutches a small paper bag

(maybe lunch or a gift) tightly in one hand

She jaywalks against the crowd of cars

Like a true new yorker

Nearby, a man sits on the curb

Shoes untied, a cigarette dangles from his lips

As he exhales

The smoke slowly makes its way into the air

Across the street, a bike messenger cuts through the crowd

His tires spraying water from the recent rain

A pigeon pecks at an old napkin

Its head bobbing in sync with the others

The air smells thick 

Of hairspray, shampoo, or something chemical

A row of mirrors stretches down the wall, 

Each face with different emotions

A woman grinning, thrilled with her new haircut

While a young man forced a smile, his eyes cast down

Feels Different These Days

The North Pole feels colder these days

The stars seem dimmer, and the snow less pure.

Even the elves, once bustling in cheer 

sit in silence, unsure of their purpose

Once, the children believed…

their letters fulfilled wishes and dreams,

that Father Christmas would soar across the night sky

with Rudolph’s red nose, and his other reindeer friends

that their snowmen would start talking

But now, the world is different.

Children no longer sit by the windows,

staying up all night for a glimpse of his sleigh

Now, they sit in silence,

heads bent low, eyes fixed on screens.

Katie Hong is a high school student based in Seoul, South Korea, whose love for poetry is surpassed only by her passion for baking and spending time with her puppy, Loki. With a gift for words and a keen eye for detail, Katie weaves intricate tapestries of emotion and imagery in her poetry, inviting readers to embark on self-discovery and introspection. When she’s not immersed in the world of poetry, Katie can be found in the kitchen, experimenting with flavors and textures to create delicious treats that delight the senses. With a zest for life and a boundless imagination, Katie is committed to sharing her voice with the world and making a meaningful impact through her writing.

Deep in My Drawer

We changed.

I outgrew my blunt bob.

You live in the future.

But like steam fading from a mirror.

Good! I miss you!

More desperately than the beast with his glassed rose,

I thought if I stayed still enough—

Friendship is not a photograph

You didn’t hug me when I cried alone in my dorm, homesick

But we laughed half-asleep on the bed under a looming sun

My fullest, realest moments

You didn’t flinch.

A vintage Chanel worth more than anything still sealed in its box.

Because what’s worn is also what’s survived.

I type about writing

I have good handwriting

But it depends on the situation

When I have to write fast

When I’m too lazy

When I don’t have any energy to spend

I scribble

When I feel like being pretty

When it has to be presentable

When I show it to others

When it has to be aesthetically pleasing

I write every stroke with great care and love

My handwriting can be bad or good

But it’s never terrific

It can be

Only if I spend a lot a lot of time and effort

Until my neck

Shoulder

Back

Fingers hurt and ache

Is it worth?

Sometimes I do it

But should I always do it?

Until the terrific handwriting becomes my norm and usual

But can it be?

I enjoy writing pretty

Not just because of others reaction

Though I don’t remember the last time I was being terrific

Alexis Lee is a high school student and emerging poet who finds inspiration in fleeting moments, music, and the quiet details of daily life. Her work explores themes of memory, transformation, and human connection. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading contemporary poetry, listening to indie music, and exploring local bookstores.

tell the truth

drink enough whiskey

and those bleary eyes

will tell the truth

you always wanted

to grow up and be

coltrane but were

never man enough

for the needle

get lost in the rhythm

of the long lost suicidal

dance of cursed lovers

the mirror tells you

all you need to know

alone is your destiny

you know it, just don’t

want to believe it

tough shit boy

genes at the bottom

of the pool don’t get

to be great

you get to clean toilets

pick the vegetables

or bury the dead

don’t worry, you’ll

never have the money

for anything you will

want

————————————————–

mischief

i lurk in the shadows

peek out the front

window to see what

mischief is happening

across the street

youth really is wasted

on the young

another bottle of vodka

for the floor

these are the nights

where you dream

about a bathtub

full of blood

depravity never hit

like this in your 20’s

start taking care of

the dying and watch

all your friends fall

out of love and get

divorced and you’ll

quickly understand

the underside of

a coin

if someone dares

to marry me

they will stumble

upon these poems

and realize anyone

can make a fucking

mistake

———————————————————

dana

you are the first one

in years to make me

feel like there is a

reason to wade

through all this

shit for yet another

day

i count the days

until we can finally

meet

fall in love again

do everything we

wanted for the first

time

set the world on fire

and go live our truth

of course,

being the old man

i don’t have as long

to live as you surely

hope

the beauty of the

urgency of now

—————————————————–

linger

sometimes the pages

will bleed

pain so visceral

that the stains

linger until they

envelop your

soul

religion left you

naked and alone

yet you still had

to pull yourself

up with no

bootstraps

te amo

we were destined

for failure

but never shied

away from giving

a middle finger

to the world

burn the bridges

never look back

nostalgia is only

there to hold you

in place

dare to be

uncomfortable

and embrace

the pain

——————————————————–

the digital void

faceless lovers in

the digital void

my love rests

in these arms

for the final

time

must reboot to

see all the good

stuff

who wants ice

cream

who wants to

see a dead body

let’s go dancing

with a train

i once slept in

a graveyard

hoping to hear

the dead

i believe they

have an app

for that now

insulated and

safe from pain

i guess life has

fucking passed

me by

it was bound

to happen 

J.J. Campbell (1976 – ?) is currently trapped in suburbia, plotting his escape. He has been widely published over the years, most recently at The Rye Whiskey Review, Disturb the Universe Magazine, Misfit Magazine, The Beatnik Cowboy and Yellow Mama. His new book, to live your dreams, might be unleashed upon the world soon. You can find him most days betting on soccer and baseball. He still has a blog, but rarely has the time to write anything in it. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com)

Genghis Khan and Amir Temur, who shook China: two paths of history

There are many people in the pages of history who shook the world with their power. But among them there are two names – Genghis Khan and Amir Temur. Both of their lives were spent in campaigns, conquests and the creation of great empires. However, one left a legacy of destruction, the other of creation.

Genghis Khan, the skillful commander of the Mongol state, was actually Temujin. He was born in the Delun Boldak region on the banks of the Onon River between 1155 and 1167. According to legend, he was born with a blood clot in his palm, and the soothsayers predicted: “This child will shed a lot of blood in the future.” He was only 12 years old when his father, Yasugai Bakhodir, died.  After his father’s death, the tribes that had submitted to him dispersed, and young Temujin was forced to spend his days fishing on the Onon River with his mother.

In his youth, Temujin, who was briefly captured by one of the Chinese khans, managed to escape and swore revenge on the Chinese. He subdued China’s fiercest enemies and recruited them into his army. After that, the Chinese people trembled with fear when they heard the name Genghis Khan, and even made sacrifices, saying, “Buddha is punishing us with Genghis Khan.”

By 1205, Temujin had become the most powerful ruler in Mongolia. In 1206, a congress was held in the upper Onon River, where he was given the title “Genghis Khan.” The city of Karakorum was chosen as the capital of the state.  In the following years, the northern part of Mongolia in 1207, the Yenisei River basin in 1207–1208, and China in 1211–1215 fell into the hands of Genghis Khan.

He was a tall, thin-bearded man who would tuck his beard behind his ears when he was angry. He ate whatever his soldiers ate and fought alongside them. For this reason, he earned great respect and admiration in his army. But he was also extremely cruel: he destroyed mosques, forced monks to become horse herders, burned books, and put those who resisted to the sword. He took beautiful girls as his concubines or wives, and his first wife, Burda Khotun, was his loyal advisor. His soldiers buried many innocent people alive and slaughtered those who rebelled.
 He spent most of his life in wars, conquering vast territories, but did not build a single minaret or mosque, and burned and destroyed cities. According to the Russian writer M. Ivanin, at the beginning of his reign, Genghis Khan had about 13 thousand huts and families, but by the end of his life he had subdued 720 peoples speaking different languages and practicing different religions.

In 1224, Genghis Khan divided his state among his four sons – Joji, Chigatai, Oktoi and Tuli. In 1227, during a campaign against the Tangut state of Xi Xia in Northern China, he fell seriously ill and died. He was buried at the foot of Mount Burkhan Khaldun, but his grave still remains a mystery.

 A few centuries later, the great Amir Temur appeared on the stage of history. He also conquered vast territories, like Genghis Khan. But the goal of his campaigns was different: to rebuild the destroyed lands, develop science and art, and restore trade routes. While Genghis Khan’s campaigns left behind dusty ruins, Amir Temur’s campaigns left behind blue-domed madrasas, mosques, caravanserais, and gardens. Therefore, in the memory of the people, Temur remained a creator, and Genghis Khan remained a destroyer. History shows that power and empire are temporary, but the legacy left behind them is eternal: one is remembered with fear and violence, the other with creativity and enlightenment.  

Abdisattorova Khurshida was born on November 9, 1997 in a village of Alarok district, Kashkadarya region. She’s a 3rd year student in the University of Journalism and Communications. Currently, her articles are published in the newspapers ANSISLISSISSIZ, HONOR IF “SISTRICTS AND, HIGHSSIZI’, and History _ 2025.

Engaging young learners in English:

Age-appropriate methods and materials

Annotation:

This article explores effective strategies as well as age-appropriate materials for engaging young learners in English. It highlights have storytelling, creative activities and emotional encouragement can build confidence and interest in English at early ages. This paper also gives some information about the benefits of songs and playful routines improving communication skills in learning a second language.

Key words:

age-appropriate methodologies, play-based methods, learning strategies, activities, English language teaching.

Introduction

It is obvious that it can be both interesting and difficult to teach English to young children. Cause you know that almost every child do not want to pay more attention to learn something for a long time. Especially when it comes to learning English through ordinary learning methods like memorizing and repeating new vocabulary words. This seems chaotic to children and they want to stop.

But at the time, there are plenty of new teaching methods like playing games in English or watching English cartoons instead of only repeating new vocabulary words again and again. That is the reason why this article is based on learning the English language in the young learner’s academic life. Moreover,  this paper will analyze the effect of games in English and show the mastery of learning English without any difficulty. 

Methods:

The role of games :

Playing games in English can be an effective tool for developing children’s speech and improving their pronunciation. First of all, this method helps them not to feel bored. As a result, they can train in English for hours with huge interest. 

Using from modern technologies in learning language :

It is clear that modern technologies are becoming popular among the population , especially in the life of young ages . These kind of multimedia tools are really essential for capturing the attention for young learners. Short videos and interactive games always attract them and so if we use from them in the right way , for example , in teaching , it gives us lots of benefits and we can achieve success in teaching English to beginners. Cause you know that it seems more interesting for young children to learn the second language through media than ordinary methods. 

Conclusion 

Games-based learning is one of the most effective ways to teach English to young learners. 

Furthermore, by encouraging motivation, enhancing vocabulary acquisition, improving speaking skills, and leading to greater educational success in general, games offer a dynamic, fun, and creative alternative to traditional methods of teaching. 

The databases can be integrated into educators’ curriculum with the assistance of these approaches that will facilitate the improvement of language in the academic life of young children.

References:

1. Cameron, L. (2001). Teaching Languages to Young Learners. Cambridge University Press.

2. Brewster, J., Ellis, G., & Girard, D. (2002). The Primary English Teacher’s Guide. Penguin English.

3. “The Benefits of Using Games in Language Teaching.” British Council

Future linguist | Article writer

Debate Speaker 

Dilshoda Jurayeva, born on January 30,2008 in Jondor, Bukhara region of Uzbekistan, is a diligent language learner.

She began her academic journey at school No. 25 and this year she graduated from the school with good grades. During her school years she achieved to Cefr with English and national certifications in Mother Tongue and History. Then, she was accepted to the faculty of philology and teaching languages of Bukhara State University with the maximum score – 189.

She is an active member of the Ibrat debate project. Besides that, she has participated in various online/offline projects like SwapUp and Yk as a participant in her school years.

“The Clinging Bird” Novel in the Eyes of Uzbek Readers
Abstract: The Clinging Bird is a priceless work that has gained wide popularity not only among the Turkish people but also across the world. The development of its plot, the lives of its characters, and the depiction of social relationships are presented in an impressively emotional way, making it a unique novel that can captivate readers of all ages. This article reflects on the events and characters in the story, as well as the interpretation of its moral conclusions.
Keywords: The Clinging Bird, Kamran, Feride, author, unique, novel, work

One of the leading figures in Turkish literature and a spiritual successor of progressive Turkish thinkers, Reşat Nuri Güntekin, is the author of The Clinging Bird (Çalıkuşu) — a novel that equally captivates readers of all generations. The novel vividly portrays how a person can stay strong and resilient through both good and bad times, the importance of love for the homeland, parents, partners, and family, as well as deep human values. The main essence of The Clinging Bird is as follows:

Main Character – Feride:
Feride, the central figure of the novel, loses her parents at an early age and faces many difficulties. She grows up in the care of her grandmother and aunts and attends a French boarding school. At the threshold of adulthood, a sudden betrayal from someone close causes her to leave home. She begins working as a teacher, meeting many people, influencing their lives, and ultimately transforming her own.

Theme of Love:
The novel focuses heavily on the love between Feride and Kamran. Their relationship explores emotions such as love, separation, sorrow, and hope.

Social Life Scenes:
The novel reflects the lifestyle, traditions, struggles, and transformations of early 20th-century Turkish society. Events during World War I are also depicted.

Hardships and Struggles:
Feride faces many life challenges — loneliness, social pressure, and romantic struggles — but she perseveres and continues with her life.

Additionally, the novel reveals the place of women in Turkish society at the time, the dynamics between men and women, and the clash between traditional values and modernity. A distinctive feature of the novel is its strong female protagonist, vivid portrayal of various Turkish regions, emphasis on education, loyalty, forgiveness, and the tension between old and new values. It deeply explores honesty, patience, and humanity.

The novel appeals to readers of all ages, serving as an example and inspiration. Its events are depicted in such a way that they encompass education, culture, human interactions, social challenges, forgiveness, and emotional resilience — all in one narrative.

The Clinging Bird has been translated into many languages. In Uzbek, it was translated by Mirzakalon Ismoiliy, and the novel has been published multiple times in Uzbek. Written in 1922, the book has won the hearts of readers across the world and has been adapted into several films and TV series. The 2013 television adaptation of The Clinging Bird gained significant popularity. However, the novel remains especially beloved by its devoted readers in its original literary form.

The Clinging Bird, a masterpiece of Turkish literature, can be considered an inspiring and spiritually rich treasure trove that continues to influence writers. It is a deeply meaningful, culturally valuable work that meets the highest artistic standards.

Conclusion:
In conclusion, this beautiful and vivid novel, full of literary richness, problems and resolutions, emotional sincerity, and colorful imagery, is a valuable guide for life. Especially in today’s era of rapid technological advancement, it provides youth with practical lessons and experiences that can be applied in real life.
The Clinging Bird is a deep and touching novel that encompasses various aspects of human life — love, family, social issues, and the fight against adversity.

Yuldasheva Xadichaxon Bahodir qizi was born on January 8, 1993, in Tashkent. Several of her scientific articles and poems have been published in international journals. She is a winner of various competitions held at the national and district levels and a participant in international anthologies. A passionate admirer of literature, science, and art, she was the winner of the “Woman of the Year – 2024” district stage in the nomination “Best Creative Woman of the Year.” She is also a participant in the forum “Best Scientific Researchers of the Year.” Currently, she is a 3rd-year student at the Tashkent University of Humanities.

Costa Rica’s Biosphere 

In Costa Rica’s heart

where mountains rise,

A tapestry of green

before our eyes.

Biosphere’s embrace, 

a sanctuary deep;

Where nature’s 

secrets gently sleep.

Through verdant canopies,

The sunlight streams;

On orchids bright,

And life’s vibrant gleams.

The howler monkeys call,

A primal sound;

As jaguar’s stalk,

On silent paws around.

A dedicate balance,

Life’s intricate art;

A precious treasure,

Held within the heart.