The ancient fortress in Uzbekistan – Tuproqkala!

The mud fort (I-VI centuries AD) is located a few kilometers south of the Sultan Uwais ridge. This fortress served as the residence of the rulers of Ancient Khorezm in ancient times, before the Afrigid dynasty came to power.  The name of the monument, based on its current position, means a large earthen mound.

The soil castle complex consists of the city, the upper palace and the northern complex.

City – area 500 × 350 m. It is rectangular in shape and surrounded by defense walls 8-9 meters high. In addition, the city has many square towers with flat corners, and the sides are surrounded by a wide moat. The city gate was built in the form of a complex structure, and the width of the city from this gate to the castle is 9 m. passed the central street. Many hearths have been identified in the fire worshipers’ temple.  In another building in the monument, gold-plated bracelets in the form of ram’s horns, glass vessels, fragments of plaster sculptures and other jewelry were found.

Upper palace – the main massif of the truncated pyramid-shaped palace is built of raw brick, and the facade is decorated with a system of vertically protruding patterns. About 100 structures used as ablution rooms and weapons storage rooms have been preserved until now. On the upper floor there was a temple where sacrifices were made for repentance.

The main part of the palace is occupied by a complex of prayer and ceremonial rooms. The walls of the building are decorated with patterns, and the five halls belonging to it are decorated with colorful ceramic bas-reliefs. Few of these ornaments have survived.

In the special sacrificial room “Hall of the Kings” there was a fire burning in front of the images (in the form of statues) of the 23 kings of Khorezm. The “Victory Hall” is decorated with bas-reliefs of kings sitting on thrones and goddesses hovering above them, depicting the ceremony of awarding the royal honor to the sultans. On the shelves of the Hall of Black Warriors were bas-relief images of standing kings. Small statues of black warriors paid homage to the kings by blowing trumpets. The “Deer Hall” was decorated with statues of these animals, and on top of them there were images of griffins. This type of decoration is probably the reason for the sustainability of life in the flora and fauna. The “Masked Dance” hall was intended for showing mysteries (dramas on religious themes), and the images of men and women dancing on the walls of the hall are partially preserved.  On the main shelf, according to its appearance, there was an image of a goddess with a beast. On the other two large shelves, probably, the accompanying deities were placed. In the center of the hall there was a sacrificial platform.

One of the most important finds is the Ancient Khorezm documents. In the manuscripts written on leather, several dates of the arrival of various things and objects are recorded, the oldest of which is 188-252 years of the Khorezm century (beginning of the 1st century AD). In the manuscripts written on the tree, lists of able-bodied men (free and slaves) included in several Khorezms were recorded.

Northern palace complex.  This complex is about 100 km from the city of Tuproq Qala. It is a collection of several buildings with an area of 12 hectares. One of these buildings consists of 50 rooms with colorful murals decorated with large and small rosettes and other flowers on a black and white background, as well as the remains of sculptures depicting the lower leg and dress. Also, coins from the reign of the Kushan rulers Vima-Kadphiz, Khuvishka, a golden head of a lion and alabaster figures for bas-relief were found here.

Confetti

My Confetti of small baked dreams
My own peripheral vision
Eating me alive
Too fast it spreads
Individual is in decay 
The lovely bridal vision
Wear your best sunglasses
Into the open wild 
The nemesis is my own.
Reflection of my own 
Designs and marmalade sky
Please keep your safety pin 
Understatement and autocracy
The beautiful Sofia 
Maiden high my own daisy dreams
Smallstars and paint me blue 
Let's dive Into the autumn wild
Before you lie to yourself
Learn to tie your shoes
My mother's own place
The all knowing eye 
Blinded by sea green gold 
Old spice here your own voice
My better known white

My mom

You are like the sun

Moon and star day.

From the grace of your love,

Light is the earth and the sky.

i love you

Me and my sister and brother too.

He bound the night to the day,

You are Chehra’s mother.

There is light because you

The moon also shines for you.

without you

It’s winter, even during the day.

Ilhomova Mohichehra Azimjon’s daughter was born on August 22, 2010 in the city of Zarafshan, Navoi region. Member of the Republican “Creative Children” club. She is interested in writing poetry.She is interested in writing poetry. Author of many poems. Her poems are regularly published in Uzbek and English languages in prestigious magazines of Uzbekistan, Africa and Germany. Holder of many diplomas and certificates. In addition, she has won many international certificates.

She participated in competitions and won various prizes. Her poems were also performed on the radio station “Uzbekistan Radio” in Uzbekistan. Her poems were published in “Raven Cage” magazine of Germany, “Kenya times” of Africa, and “Smile” magazine of Uzbekistan. Mohichehra’s poems appeared on the Google network. Taking an active part in competitions organized by the “Creative Children” club throughout the year, she also received a 1st degree diploma and souvenirs. Her books “Buyuk orzular” and “Samo yulduzlari” are sold all over the world.

A memory

 New neighborhood... New life... I was now living on my own streets that I had never even driven through before... Now every tiny thing in these places belonged to me. So I slowly got to know everyone. But there was one thing I could never make friends with... Children who live in a house a few houses away from ours! They were two boys and a girl, and to me they belonged to a group of pirates.

 Every day, when I came home from school, I was worried about these "bullying" children, not about the barking dogs. I passed by that house slowly and silently. Sometimes, when they saw me, they would attack me with their stones or sticks, and I would run away like the wind. All three were much younger than me. But I was afraid. I had a terrible fear in my heart for them. They were always on the street…

One day I saw that landlord-father of the family in a very bad condition on the street. He was drunk and barely able to walk. Later, I heard a lot of bad things from several people. Only after that I started to think that maybe the environment in the family is not good either. How could such a family leader give good attention and love to his children. Then those "robbers" came to my eyes. They were almost always on the street. They played in their own way, they were happy in their own way. I started to like them...

One day I returned from school as usual. They were playing with mud on the street again. I didn't run away this time. I couldn't even think of escaping for some reason. The girl started coming towards me with a ball of clay in her hand. Laughed. I smiled and said "Hello". He ran towards the gate with a strange look on my face. On that day, my heart overcame the fear of those cheerful children and took the first step to make friends with them.

Later I became very close with them. We became sisters. After they went to school, sometimes we returned from school together. Our childish conversations were wonderful and pure.

 After some years, we moved out of the neighborhood and I did not see them again. They are not on the street anymore. Games are also a memory of the past. It is unknown to me... But as a part of that space I loved, they are still in my heart... And, of course, they will be remembered with love and longing.
 
Shahnoza Ochildiyeva
1st year student of the University of Journalism and Mass Communications of Uzbekistan

Ordinary people

Life don’t show yourself to us,

Life don’t tell me what to do,

This is how you life today, tell you,

Equal the straw, ordinary people.

Life is passing, morning are breakfast,

Bongs are played from the depths of the heights,

Tunes are a sign of the future,

Equal to the straw, ordinary people.

This world is cruel, it’s hard to live,

This is life! You say, but your breath is exhausted,

Uzbek people are like that, they are restless.

(Uzbek teen girl with long straight dark hair, a black and white striped coat, and a black top)

MY DREAMS FOR THE FUTURE

      I have been very interested in several professions since I was young.  I have been trying to choose one of these professions.  My future chosen professions are: teaching, journalism and working in the field of labor.  As I grow older, I am interested in these professions. 

      The reason why I am interested in these professions is that the teaching profession is interested in the education of our country’s competent generations, the birth of children who will benefit our country – my teachers teach the students with kindness.   My interest in the profession of journalism is that I try to do my part to prevent corruption, my interest in internal affairs started to interest me in the actions of people around me — when I look at them, I lose my spirit and hate them, for example, they get into a car accident and disappear without helping the victim.  I want to open the open ones even more. 

      The professions that I choose are the ones that, in my opinion, are beneficial.  I am writing this article with excitement as I focus on the teaching profession.  Teaching profession is a very honorable profession.  This profession is the most honorable of all professions.  I admire all my teachers.   

      Life as a teacher is beautiful, because many students contribute to the development of literate, useful children.  I am most proud and happy to say that, as our forefathers used to say, “the place touched by a teacher’s hand does not burn in hell”.

      My parents have a very good relationship with my profession.  My parents only pray to God that I will have a child who will benefit our country.

      Heaven marvels at my father’s prayer, 

      Thanks to my mother who gave birth to me. 

      They are supporting me to become the owner of the Zulfiyakhanim award, which will benefit our country.

They have high expectations from me.  If I serve my country faithfully, I will send my parents on Hajj.

      If God wills, I will certainly become a student by enlightening the faces of those who believe in me and justifying their faith.  May becoming a student be not just for me, but for everyone.  After all, isn’t that the dream of everyone?

      I want to show society the education I received from my family, that is, from my parents.

       10th grade student of school 43, Karshi district, Kasgadarya region Qoldoshova Dilbar Nuraliyevna

Dilbar Koldoshova Nuraliyevna was born on March 5, 2007 in the Karshi district of the Kashkadarya region.

   She is currently the 10th “B” student of the 43rd school. 

      Dilbarhan is the queen of poetry, the owner of creativity, a singer with a beautiful voice, and a ghazal girl.

      She came first in the “Leader of the Year” competition.

        1st prize in the regional stage of the “Hundred Gazelles and Hundred Gems” competition.

         It took part in the “Children’s Forum” category and won first place in many competitions.

          She is currently the coordinator of the training department of Tallikuron MFY in Karshi district.

          Kamalak captain of the opposite district.

          Head captain of the “Girls There” club at school 43. 

         The articles titled “Memory is immortal and precious”, “Our School” and “Mother” were published three times in Kenya Times International magazine in 2024.

     In 2023, the first poems were published in the poetry collection “Yulduzlar Yogdusi” of the creative youth of the Kashkadarya region.

      In 2024, ghazals of the creative youth of the Republic were published in the poetry collection “Youth of Uzbekistan”.

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.