I'm leaving...

I'm leaving...
The end of my path is not in sight
A beautiful end of life.
Cheats discover lies
Let there be evil in the heart.

I'm leaving...
It's supposed to be in the grand corridor 
They put a shoe on my leg.
When I look back, my past
Sins will remain.

I'm leaving...
Stopping is a stranger to me,
And or no one is a friend.
Pains, sufferings please,
Leave it alone, leave it alone, that's it.

I'm leaving...
It's like in a grand corridor...


Anvarova Nilufar, a student of the 7th grade of the creative school named after Erkin Vahidov, Margilan city.

WE EXIST IN LIFE

Let the blood in our bodies be green,

Let this space turn green.

If I merge into the roots,

No bird can be without a place.

If I become the eyes of the springs,

I would flow clear and healing.

I would take the pain of the sick,

I would bring joy to the heart.

Then I would grow as a plant,

Evil would not spill ink.

Good feelings would surround the world,

Knowing, it would not sin.

If I become the most precious ore,

I would pour out for them to pick up.

The one who eliminates the feeling of hunger,

I would awaken the feeling of gratitude by melting.

If I fly like a bird with wings,

I would lead towards dreams.

Striving is the foundation of faith,

I would throw away sorrow in my flight.

The sea would be full of waves,

If I become a snowy mountain.

I would roll all the noises,

If I become a river in the streams.

If I become a word, I would ring,

The song of peace, every breath.

The world would be wide without wars,

The desire born to want happiness.

Everyone has feelings, embodied,

We exist in the name of human.

If everyone follows goodness,

We are pure beings like springs.

Let the blood in our bodies be green,

Let this space turn green.

O’tkir Mulikboyev is a teacher at School No. 75, Qoshrabot District, Samarkand Region, Uzbekistan.

A plea

Beloved like my mother
God gave you to me
I live as your child
I give my life to you, my country.

Let me lean on you, my wing
I will say it will not pass
I am sorry for the ingratitude
I give my life to you, my country

Don't be offended by me
If you are sad, I will be the one
Do not be humiliated in the hands of Yav
My life is devoted to you, my country

My sister, brother, don't shed tears
I will never leave you
May the sun not leave your head
My life is devoted to you, my country.


Running to your service
Be the only one for you
Pulling out my heart
Homeland, I give my life to you.

I will finish it before I die
Yozai senchun epic cry
My eyes are a charm for you
My life is devoted to you, my country.

The throne of other countries is not needed
It's okay if I'm in your arms
A heart that does not love you is heartless
My life is devoted to you, my country.



Member of the "Yosh kalamkashlar" club of the Barkamol Avlod children's school, Kogon district, Bukhara region, 9th grade student of the 17th school in the district, "I bow to those who know you", regional stage 1_place winner.

The light of my eyes.

When an insect gets in my eye,

I said I will lift the world on my head.

Ojiza, the blind man now,

I felt how you live.

I don’t care for anyone like this,

I can’t see anything anymore.

Such difficult days at the beginning,

I won’t open my mouth to let him go.

Oh my God, because I have the light of my eyes,

I will thank you.

For keeping me healthy

I will say thank you a thousand times.

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

(Photo of a Central Asian teen girl in a white blouse and black coat with dark hair up in a bun).

My dear teacher who made us dear!!! 

This day is in the bosom of a clear sky, 

Navo sounds very long, 

Thank you my kind teacher, 

For giving us your knowledge. 

This world is short, dear teacher, 

You teach the necessary subjects, 

I am great today because of you

Browsing books, the world of knowledge. 

You know me, hold my hand 

If I don’t come, you will wait for my way anyway

Sacrificed everything for me 

Like my mother, the world has swallowed sorrows. 

My dear teacher is as great as my father, 

I love you 

My teacher Madina is my best teacher, 

My blossoming spring, you sweet summer. 

I can’t live without you

One day I will definitely be like you 

People all over the world are envious,

I will send you flowers

You will always be in my heart, 

I learn a lot from you,

My body lives with you

My heart flutters every time I see you.

Sobirjonova Rayhona, a 10th-grade student of the 8th general secondary school in Vobkent district, Bukhara region. She was born in December 2008 in the village of Chorikalon, Vobkent district, in a family of intellectuals. Her parents supported her from a young age. She started writing in the 3rd grade. Her first creative poem was published in the newspaper “Vobkent Hayot”. She has also published extensively in Synchronized Chaos, India’s Namaste India Magazine, Gulkhan Magazine, Germany’s RavenCage Magazine and many other magazines and newspapers. She has actively participated in many competitions, won high ranks and many prizes. She is still busy creating.

 

CREATURE IS A PAIN

What is creativity, the truth I have come to understand is creativity.  I did not feel pain when I took a pen in my hand and wrote without understanding.  Maybe someone can say “He eats his parents’ money, what he earns, he plays, laughs and runs” But the trials of life make a person grow up early.  I have faced various obstacles in previous competitions.  My days of depression are over.  My days of crying are over.  Seeing my suffering, my parents cheered me up.  But I have this opinion: God says, “Work from you, blessing from me.” Our people say, “Go for what you desire.” If I try with all my heart, I will achieve everything. 

      If there is no defeat, there is no development, rise, aspiration.  I thank defeat.  Defeat called me to fight, as they say, “The fallen cannot fight.”   Because my motto is: “One who knows how to recognize a winner must also know how to recognize a defeat.” Well, it won’t hurt me to participate in contests. Because I’m either a result-oriented student or an experienced one.  Because when I lose, I become motivated and strive more and more. 

      Creativity is a difficult path.  However, it calls a person to perfection.   A person takes away the pain in his heart and mind and reveals his secret to others.

      I won the 1st place in the province by memorizing about 200 gazals and 80 examples of classic literature in the competition “One hundred gazals – 100 jewels”. The gazals of Alisher Navoi, the Sultan of the Ghazal Estate, and the Shah and poet Zahiriddin Muhammad Babur easily opened the way for me to enter literature and creativity.  On the one hand, he encouraged me to follow in the footsteps of our grandfathers. Now I am creating a poem by memorizing the verses of our grandfathers. I will not stop striving for it! For my parents,  I thank God for my teachers, for the clear sky and for our President Shavkat Mirziyoyev. We stand in the field of literature and creativity to justify the trust of you, the country, the people. Because, dear ones, as Abdulla Qahhor said, “Literature is stronger than atoms.”   

DILBAR KOLDOSHYEVA’S DAUGHTER Student of the 10th “B” class of the 43rd school of Karshi district.

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”.

                                                                                                        

Not all people are the same, one of them is stupid and has no sense of anything, while the other understands life with his intelligence. embodied. He was able to gain a special position with his wisdom and intelligence. But the character of the young man lives in the image of a fool in the story. It is the character, behavior, and extreme curiosity of this character that makes one surprised by the fact that he listens to everyone’s words.

In terms of the content of the story, it is reminiscent of the Monkey and the Carpenter fairy tale, the monkey, who did not know why he chose to chop wood, eventually perishes. Therefore, every step taken without a purpose makes a person a fool. Every book taken from the library is capable of making one wiser. But people should not stop because I am a fool. They say that the mind is not for sale in the market, or that the mind is not in the age, so everyone should not complain about the lack of mind, but look for it. The story is ours.
The measure of the mind is the word, the measure of words is proverb.

Reminds us that and points out that we should say each word after seven measures.

Rashidova Shahrizoda Zarshidovna 2010-
in Karakol district of Bukhara region where she was born. Currently, she is a 7th grade student of the 20th school in the district.
In 2023, the year of the Young Reader competition, she was the winner of the stage. Sozim and Sozim homeland, we bow to those who know you,” I I will do everything,” Kamalak stars like Bilimdon 2018 and Zakovat, she was the first prize winner in competitions.
Her works were published in publishers such as Just Fistition Edition and Lulu German and British publishers Rashidova Shahrizoda Zarshidovna Covered in Ezgulik newspaper. Her stories are in Wikipedia open encyclopedia and one is in several anthologies, including My goals sari, creators of New Uzbekistan published in collections. Currently she’s on the Youth of Barkamol Avlod Children’s School pen club and Ilhom club azoi.. The first flight of the artist is her new book.