My neighborhood

At dawn in my neighborhood

Birds are chirping

My neighborhood is a sight to see

The hearts will break.

Brooms are yards

They open their hands to prayer

My neighbors

Light shines from his face.

The neighbor comes to visit

People to each other

Saying sweet words

The rays of the sun.

Children on the streets

They run happily

In the symbol of friendship, this

They scream and laugh.

Both women and men

They don’t sit down

“Idleness is bad!”

They say or.

Young people also aspire

Knowledge, knowledge for work

Thanks to our leader

For all your hard work.

Chairman and activists

They do a lot of work

That’s why we also them

A lot of respect in our country…

You will see in my neighborhood

Beauty and beauty

Affection, consequence, friendship

Religion, modesty, orni.

What about me, I will search

The inspiration of my poems

We need to justify

The name of our neighborhood!

Rustambekova Nozimakhon is the daughter of Jahangir. Khorezm region of the Republic of Uzbekistan. She is an active participant and winner of “Yosh kitobxon”, “Zukko kitobxon” and a number of other republican contests. The author of the fairy tale “Yumronchaning sarguzashtlari”. Samples of creativity are being published in “Gulxan” and “G’uncha” magazines. She is a member of the “Oydin Ozylar” circle organized under the Writers’ Union of Khorezm region. Currently, she is a 8th grade student of IDUM No. 30.

Pedagogy: A Higher Profession

Professor Amelia Bellwether straightened her spectacles and adjusted the microphone clipped to her tweed jacket. A nervous flutter ran through the lecture hall as two hundred pairs of eyes turned towards her. Today was no ordinary lecture; today, Professor Bellwether was delivering the opening address for ‘Pedagogy: A Higher Profession,’ a groundbreaking seminar series aimed at elevating the field of teaching.

Amelia, a veteran educator with eyes that twinkled with the wisdom of countless shared stories and a heart brimming with passion for her craft, believed with every fiber of her being that teaching wasn’t just a profession, but a calling. A calling higher than any other, for it shaped the minds that would shape the future.

‘Why ‘Pedagogy: A Higher Profession’?’ she began, her voice resonating through the hall. ‘Because within this room, within each one of you, lies the power to ignite young minds, to spark revolutions both personal and global.’

The audience, a diverse mix of seasoned teachers, aspiring educators, and skeptical academics, leaned forward in their seats.

Amelia shared anecdotes, tales woven from her years on the frontlines of education. A shy student finding his voice through the power of poetry, a struggling single mother excelling in her studies to build a better life for her child, a classroom debate sparking a lifelong passion for social justice.

‘We are not mere transmitters of information,’ she declared, her voice rising with conviction. ‘We are architects of understanding, weavers of dreams, cultivators of compassionate and critical thinkers.’

The room, initially abuzz with hesitant whispers, fell silent, absorbing her words. Amelia could see the spark ignite in their eyes, the same spark that had drawn her to teaching all those years ago.

The seminar series that followed was electric. Workshops explored innovative teaching methods, lectures challenged traditional notions of curriculum, and passionate debates raged late into the night. Amelia, a guiding light throughout, witnessed the transformation firsthand.

The skeptical academic discovered a love for mentoring young minds. The seasoned teacher, grappling with burnout, rekindled his passion. The aspiring educator, initially daunted by the responsibility, embraced the challenge with newfound zeal.

As the final session drew to a close, a sense of bittersweet accomplishment filled the air. Professor Bellwether, her heart full, looked out at the faces before her, no longer just attendees, but fellow torchbearers.

‘Go forth,’ she urged, her voice thick with emotion, ‘and illuminate the world, one young mind at a time. Remember, you are not just teachers, you are the architects of a brighter future.’

And with those words, the “Pedagogy: A Higher Profession” seminar drew to a close, leaving behind a legacy of empowered educators, ready to reshape the world, one lesson, one student, one dream at a time.

Shokhijakhon Urunov

Student of Bukhara State Pedagogical Institute

Achievements:

– Recipient of the Bobur State Scholarship for the 2023-2024 academic year;

– Winner of the “Student of the Year 2022” competition in the regional stage;

– Awarded 1st place with an iPhone 13 Pro Max in the “31st Anniversary of Our Independence” competition organized by the Republic’s Cultural and Knowledge Center under the decree PQ-340-SON dated August 1, 2022, by the President;

– Winner of a competition organized in honor of the 31st anniversary of the national flag of the Republic of Uzbekistan by the Republic’s Cultural and Knowledge Center;

– 2nd place winner in a national competition dedicated to the 85th anniversary of Islam Karimov by the Islam Karimov Foundation;

– 3rd place in the 1st season and “Most Active Promoter” nominee in the 2nd season of the national competition “Young Readers” organized by the Center for Increasing Social Activity of Students and Pupils;

– Winner of the “History of Bukhara” competition organized by the Bukhara Regional Tourism and Sports Department;

– Head Coordinator at the Volunteer Center of Bukhara State Pedagogical Institute;

– Chief of “Towards Leadership ” project;

– Author of over 30 scholarly articles;

– Author of two methodical guide on history;

– Author and organizer of seven literary anthologies;

– Member and volunteer of over 10 international and local organizations.

Daddy, I miss you, I miss you

He fills the fireplace without stopping because of his family.

I can’t stop being a child, I don’t know.

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

Fatherland

Fatherland has, you have

Hey folk, hey life.

Without it, you are dead

Hey humankind.

There are your parents also

Is that true babe?

Homeland is here, mother is here

In addition your father.

Hence, you appear!

Makhmasalayeva Jasmina Makhmashukurovna was born on August 24,2008 in the Mubarek district of the Kashkadarya region of the Republic of Uzbekistan. Now she is studying at 28th school in Mubarek. She is creative, knowledgeable and faithful by nature. Until now she participated in several international competitions and anthologies. Holder of Multilevel B2 which is National English Language Testing System .She has many achievements. This is like a drop from the sea…

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.