A person always lives because of the law,
Even if there is no law, there are few good things.
All feelings will be a mirage,
Blood and wine flowed from the cabbage.
Therefore, a new book was opened,
No-one does anything.
The law is equal for all,
Everyone is fighting.
Now the shadow at the beginning of the country will leave,
Twenty people's bread is baked
And now everyone helps.
Even the rain doesn't turn into puddles.
There is no stain on our country,
Now let the city and the garden flourish
I'll tell you what's in my heart
Let's keep our country alive.
Sitora Otajonova is Sodirjon's daughter. She was born on 20 December in 2005.She is studying at school in 11th class. She is crazy about writing poems and reading books. Her poems and articles are printed international journals.
It is a medicine that heals the heart of those who suffer.
We remember the one we love every moment,
Disloyal people forget this moment.
Jonborieva Mukhlisa Rakhmon’s daughter is a 10th grade student of school 16, Muzrabot district, Surkhandarya region. She was born on September 6, 2007 in Muzrabot district, Surkhandarya region. Her nationality is Uzbek.
Currently, she is a 10th-grade student of the 16th general school of Muzrabot district. She is the winner of the 3rd place in the Muzrabot district district stage of the 2023 “Surkhan youth” science Olympiad for the regional governor’s prize. She is the holder of a certificate for her active participation in the festival held in cooperation with Uzbekistan’s government under the project “One country, one language” where her poem also earned a place.
(Central Asian teen girl with long brown hair, brown eyes, and a light orange speckled top)
Daddy, I miss you, I miss you
He fills the fireplace without stopping because of his family.
I can’t stop being a child.
My dear father, my heaven is mine.
Daddy, I miss you, I miss you.
My mother burned her hands when she baked bread.
We were arguing by the side of the oven.
We all walked together, feeling his love.
Daddy, I miss you, I miss you.
His hands are full of hard work.
White in his restless hair.
I look at the picture and miss every moment.
Daddy, I miss you, I miss you
Alimbayeva Diana Anvar’s daughter was born on August 28, 2009 in the Ellikkala district of the Republic of Karakalpakstan. Her father, Allaberganov Anvar, is a doctor, and her mother, Ayitbayeva Rayhon, is a housewife. In 2016, she went to the 1st grade of general secondary school No. 43. She is interested in mother tongue and literature, history. Favorite activity is creating poems. Our great poets Muhammad Yusuf, Alisher Navoi and Zulfiya Khanim were awarded with certificates by philologists for their effective works at the parties dedicated to their births. In the future, she dreams of becoming a follower of Zulfiyakhanim.
A Father and Mother are the kindest in this world. You can find many friends, but you cannot find another father and mother. Father and mother are the only ones. If we get sick, they come out at night to see us. They don’t wear fancy clothes but spend their resources on us and even provide the water we drink. There is no such thing as enough love for a mother and father. No matter how much I do to honor my parents, it is not enough. They wash us clean and comb us as children.
God willing, father. I will send your mother on Hajj and Umrah trips, and you too, if you take your parents on Umrah trips, your parents will enter heaven inshaallah. And if he recites the Qur’an, Allah will go to the Angels on the Day of Resurrections, and if Allah does not want, the parents of those who read the Qur’an will come on foot, and he will enter Paradise with his parents.
Akmalova Zilolakhan Akobirkhan is a student at 17-Idum specialized state general education school 5.
Mubina has been suffering for four months without finding a cure for her pain. Doctors say that she is seriously ill. Her legs do not even rest at night under the moon. She seemed to get used to it after awhile but Mubina’s heart ached very badly. Lying in this four-walled hospital is heartbreaking. She wants to walk the streets and sit in a circle with her relatives.
Mubina especially misses her only son very much. His son has gone to the city. Oisi has come once since she was admitted to the hospital. He sat there for half an hour and said he had work to do. That day Mubina’s mouth was in his ear. Relatives of other patients came almost every day. They bring different types of food.
Mubina eats a bite of food and lies down facing the door. And so the days pass. The same door opened and her son came. Hot bread and cream in hand. He sat hugging his mother.
– Have you recovered, mother?
– Yes, thank you, my child. What are you doing?
– On the go with work. After all, business does not wait.
– Yes, learn from my businessman son, said Mubina happily.
– Frankly, I want to sell the house. Don’t give me money for business.
Mubina’s eyes widened and she screamed.
– The yard left by your father! I will never agree!
– After all, this is business
– After all, there is no end
Her son was also angry
– Shall I ask for your consent? I can sell the house in my name if I want, I can sell it together with the land if I want.
After saying these words, he closed the door and left. Mubina’s eyes filled with tears.
Hospital. It’s nine o’clock in the evening. A poor mother who didn’t even have the love of her own son passed away. Her illness did not kill her. Endless heartache killed her.
Author: Nurullayeva Mushtariy
She is a student of the 8th grade of the creative school named after Hamid Olimjon and Zulfiya
Colorless world
Who were we in a black and white world,
He saw black and white with his colored eyes.
We said that this whole being is unchanging,
Accustomed to the view stored in his mind.
Even if it is a thousand stars, this is a mortal world,
A brave man comes out to the big square.
As if trying to make a difference,
But the people have no business, they can't obey the decree.
He tried to be like them,
The opportunity he found paid off.
There was astonishment among the people,
Very nice, chosen side.
A thought suddenly came to his little mind,
"This world must remain like this."
In the eyes of the black and white world,
He returned to himself, day by day.
The world is filled with color and paint,
Everything changed immediately.
Every bit seems more beautiful to him,
There is nothing left in the black and white world.
Numonjonova Shahnozakhon. She was born on June 7, 2009 in Fergana region. Currently, she is studying at the creative school named after Erkin Vahidov organized by PIIMA. Her creative works have been published in several international magazines and has various international certificates. The creator's future goal is to become an international ambassador and receive a state award named after Zulfiya.
