Mother tongue

Unique from all languages

A bright masterpiece indeed

There is no one like you

My mother tongue is one piece

You are as dear as our father

Dear like our mother 

You are one of a kind

My mother is the only one

Bardiyeva Dilnura is a student of the 7th grade of the creative school named after Ogahi. She was born on January 11, 2011 in Kosmabad, Khiva. She is a participant of the Hippo Olympiad and various Olympiads. At the same time, she is the author of several poems.

(Central Asian teen girl with dark hair and a white collared blouse. She’s holding a certificate.)

“The first step towards great goals”

 Goal, dream, passion, plan are words that are similar to each other. Every person should have these words in their heart. If these words are not in someone’s heart, know that he is a person — People who have these words in their hearts are perfect, knowledgeable, intelligent and everyone envies them. Do you want to be among these people?

 Then put a goal in front of you and try your best to achieve that goal. If you know the word “action”, you know the words “goal” and “dream” as well. To achieve your goal try hard. And achieve your goal. Also justify the trust of people who trust you. Through this goal, you become such a person that people look at you with envy and take an example from you. It is true that there will be people who look at you with envy when you are achieving your goals. But don’t pay attention to those people. On the contrary, try harder. Let that person see you become a bigger person and start looking at you not with envy, but with envy. Let that person follow your example.

Rasulova Rukhshona was born on October 16, 2008 in Rishton district of Fergana region. In 2015, she started studying in the 1st grade of school 34 in this district. Currently, she is a 9th grade student of this school. Rukhshona Rasulova is interested in participating in various competitions, writing poems and stories, and reading many books.

She regularly participates in school and district competitions and takes pride of place.

 Also participated in many online contests and 

 There are international certificates.

 Member of various creative teams.

 A young artist has unlimited goals in his heart. His biggest dream is to become a “young reader”.

 Rukhshona Rasulova’s poems were published in the book “Youth of Uzbekistan” published by Justfiction publishing house and in one of the most prestigious British magazines “Raven Cage”. And participated in various anthologies covering artists across the Republic. His creative works are included in the collections “Journey to the Land of Joy”, “Young Talents”, “Youth of Uzbekistan”. Currently, he is the leader of the “Young Artists” circle at Ruhshona 34 general secondary school. At the same time, her creative works were also published in the newspaper “Tong ystziri” published throughout the Republic. We hope you will enjoy reading some of her works.

2nd stage student of Samarkand State University named after Sharof Rashidov

Printed book or an e-book. Which one is better? 

Today, the Internet has become a part of life. Even without phones and social media, people feel sick. This situation is observed all over the world. Unfortunately, this is a bad habit. Because sitting on the phone and computer for a long time in the same position damages the back and other organs of a person. If a person does not take his eyes off mobile devices for three days, his sleep pattern will be disturbed. And the production of necessary hormones in the body slows down and leads a person to dangerous situations. The light emitted from the phone screen causes eye diseases.

As with the other side of the coin, the Internet has several advantages. For example, we can read the book we want sitting at home. It is always with us in our pocket. And publishing a printed book requires a lot of trees. If trees are cut down, the ecology and environment will be damaged. These are the advantages of electronic forms of reading.

But we must not forget that the book is the secret of man, the solution to all problems. The book serves as a blueprint for what we want to do. So, don’t forget about the book. Since ancient times, scientists have not achieved knowledge, goodness, wisdom through this book, many sources are hidden in the depths of books. So… Who can reach this treasure? Of course, this is us young people.

(Central Asian teen girl with dark hair in a white sweater with black objects. She’s at a wooden desk in an office holding a pen over a newspaper).

Tears of the Clouds

Clouds blanket the sky's wide embrace,
Shielding the sun's glowing face.
A gentle breeze whispers soft and light,
Stroking the clouds in its flight.
The world feels draped in sorrow's shroud,
Veiled completely by the cloud.
The wind, at times, takes clouds away,
To distant lands, they sway and stray.
Moisture glistens in the clouds' eyes,
Perhaps the wind has paused its sighs.
Tears known to all as gentle rain,
Fall and soothe the earth again.


Umida Jonibekova was born on December 18, 2002, in Arnasoy district, Jizzakh region. Currently a fourth-year student at Jizzakh State Pedagogical University. Has published several articles on methods of teaching English as a foreign language in international journals and is an active participant in international conferences. Additionally, one of the top 10 participants in the United Kingdom's "National Poetry Competition."

Sweet Dreams

I dream with sweet dreams,

If it doesn’t come to you, it’s okay.

Actually, that’s how real life is,

Of course, this is the only time to write a poem.

Dreams pull me to the depths,

It puts a lot of weight on my shoulders.

I like these sweetest thoughts,

On the contrary, a negative thought sinks into the heart.

I also live in dreams,

I will take another step towards happiness.

Sometimes I miss four

Sometimes I love the heart.

Ilhomova Mohichehra is an 8th grade student of Zarafshan city, Navoi region, school No. 9.

Motivation is a reason or force that urges a person to start, continue or stop an action or process. This force influences human behavior, motivates him to do or learn something. It is true that this term is gaining popularity today, especially among young people. They look for motivation to start learning or doing something. Therefore, this topic is very common among today’s youth and has caused a lot of interest. 

Is motivation really that important? If it is important, why is it important?

The reason for this is simple. Motivation, often fueled by curiosity, drives us forward in life. Motivation is what motivates us to learn, improve, and set and achieve goals. As a result, motivated youth feel happier, more energized, and more confident in whatever they do. A lack of motivation can lead to unhappiness and risky behaviors such as substance abuse. A world without motivation and interests would be a world without progress, development or hopelessness. So today, motivation is really important for young people. It helps us to set goals and guide our actions and achieve our goals. We young people get this motivation from older people, teachers, scientists who have achieved various achievements and try to be like them.

Late Summer Pastoral

(Forest, Stable, Field, Red Brick Home, Barn, and Forest Once More)

There was only the road, and on the sides gravel, 3/4 inch crushing as they called it. Nice, though the eye and mind and spirit does scan the atmosphere for something. A hawk glides overhead. Blue air, and white wispy clouds. Then a stable. It’s always there, of course, if you go that way. 

‘I forget about that place. It does hide though. You think it’s here but you have passed it. Or…you think you have passed it but it is here.’ There is a horse and a donkey and a goat. They stand and are in the sun and there is some kind of table and it’s quiet looking by and by and peaceful seeming. Beyond is woodlands. When it rains they must go inside. When it’s cold they must go inside, no? And at night also. They have a design upon the wall outside, like a star, but not an esoteric or symbolic star of any sort, that’s just its aura, just a simple happy star because the sign is symmetrical, handsome, and it fits. Suddenly there is a field. Some tall reeds at the sides. And its spaciousness is good for the eye. ‘Those are hay barrels,’ she says. 

‘Aren’t they called bales? I thought ‘bales,’ but people might call them barrels also. I don’t know.’

They are yellow and rolled up, left nicely spaced and foiled against things. I’d say there was a bird on one but there was not. After, in a second, a small looking red brick house. 

‘It’s quite in from the road,’ I mention, ‘just somehow better, more private, spaced out, and if there was ever a cat or dog it’s much safer being away from roads further in on property.’ 

I imagine times before, when people went into town only sometimes for supplies, and called it ‘Going into town,’ or even after, when there was no Sunday shopping, only family and church. I don’t know if that’s good or bad though, I just imagine the times. Back further and onward, but part of it all, sits a humongous barn, set on a concrete form and stones, showing several windows and the sides are yellow, but a pale yellow almost white. What’s in there? I realize I don’t know well enough anyone like a farmer or ranch owner. I can’t roam those areas and get photography or stories or poems. What a shame, as each of the places is a world and there are surely worlds within worlds and worlds within them. What of the rain barrels or feral cats, or the vines that have grown somewhere or groups of unexpected wildflowers? Surely one or some have a stream hidden somewhere far in back, and what of the flora and fauna and atmosphere around there and the washed stones or the moss or anything at all? I guess there are red rocks and ones and yellow also, like in that stream I used to see by the far forest trail. Then it ends in the sense that the forest begins again, begins for real at once. I see tall trees and imagine for seconds the deer, coyotes, foxes, even wild rabbits or little birds, birds alighting briefly in trees to look around at the shaded worlds.