FIT

A cocktail party cruiser,
a broker working the room, 
cornered me and asked,
“What do you do to keep fit?”
“Nothing,” I said. “I’m active
but not for the sake of fitness.
I hunt and fish.”
“Oh,” he replied, “I run.”
He looked at his watch,
touched his wrist as if
to check his standing heart rate,
already looking for another prospect.
“For What?” I asked.
“To keep fit, of course.”
“For what?” I repeated.
He paused, smiled nervously
and cleared his throat.
“So I’ll live longer.”
He was ready to bolt.
“For what?” I asked again.
He drifted off, shaking his head.
He only had wrong answers


Gregg Norman lives and writes in a lakeside cottage in Manitoba, Canada, with his wife and a small dog who runs the joint. His poetry has been placed in journals and literary magazines in Canada, USA, UK, Australia and India. 

Mailbox                                                                                             

On occasion this distant memory surfaces at curious moments. I’m unsure why. However random and peculiar, I suppose the event, over fifty years ago, had some significance for my young mind. One night when I was six or seven, in my pajamas after my bath but before bedtime, close to Hop on Pop and Green Eggs and Ham, we are all in the kitchen, Mom, Dad, me. I’m eating either cereal with six teaspoons of sugar or Nestle’s Quik chocolate milk and Oreos with even more sugar. There may or may not be a brushing of teeth soon. There’s a knock at our door and there’s the neighbor kid, the Klines’ oldest teenager sheepishly apologetic, informing Dad that he just hit our mailbox with his father’s car at the end of our long, washed-out lane. I worry about getting a letter tomorrow from Patty, my girlfriend. He is opening his wallet offering to pay Dad for the damage – the few dollars he has now and the rest on payday.

Dad said later that he could have kept on going and no one would be the wiser, except maybe the father if he looked closely at the fender or grill. But he stopped and did the right thing. This made an impression upon Dad and apparently it made an impression upon me as at that age anything that would impress Dad was certain to impress me. Here was the outset of an honorable young man. Dad told him not to worry about it – to put his wallet away. The next day Dad and I went to the hardware store, bought a new box, and affixed our numbers to it. Dad showed me how to dig a post hole, setting a flat stone in the bottom so the wood would not rot, righting the post with the level, then tamping the dirt down around the base to firm it up. I used this knowledge a few times for my own mailboxes at the end of my own driveways. When I began driving, I was lucky not to destroy any mailboxes, although I do recall scraping against a city limits sign on the way to school – but there was no one handy to confess to. And fortunately, so far, none of my mailboxes have been demolished by a neighbor.

When a person comes into the world, he should take the wise word “seek knowledge from the cradle to the grave” as his motto. It is this knowledge that saves humanity from destruction, preserves the decadent, and determines its prestige and influence in life. I remembered his wisdom: “Be angry without enthusiasm, be a lover without sorrow, be a scholar without a student.” Indeed, the work of my parents and my first teacher is immeasurable in helping me to reach these days. My parents taught me humanity. “if they taught me, my teacher brought me up with the knowledge of education and morals. When a person comes into the world, he is a cave baby who does not know anything, if he thinks with a real life example Just like a small and delicate sprout, if we take good care of it, we can get fruit from it, we can enjoy its scenery, if we don’t take good care of a small sprout, we can’t get fruit from it.

If you don’t get education, it won’t help you to study a thousand times. The first person who encouraged me to love the country, to love books, and to study science is definitely my first teacher. I am studying in the field of science. About ten of my stories have been published in foreign magazines, I am working as an international ambassador in two countries on behalf of Uzbekistan, alhamdulillah. I am a member of the Volunteer Academy of Uzbekistan, I regularly participate in the “Legendary Youth” forum, in a word, I am slowly taking steps towards my goal, the “Zulfiyakhanim” award. All this is my tireless work and knowledge. I can say that it came from behind.

As I mentioned above, these achievements are due to the hard work of my mentors and coaches Hasanova Tursunoy, Boronova Aziza, Teshayeva Dilrabo, Talibova Muhabbat, who taught me. Not only me, but my classmates who studied with me, fought and fought at the same desk for eleven years, are also achieving the achievements they were looking for. First of all, it is not an exaggeration to say that our first achievement was that we earned the happiness of being a student by justifying the trust of our teachers. Each of us was honored and dear to our teachers. When I remember my school days, the times when we did not listen to the teachers, when we ran away from the class, when there were competitions, when we argued with parallel classes, all this has become a thing of the past. It’s been more than two years since we heard the school bell, and those who said “I don’t miss school” are now walking past the school gate in a whirlwind of memories.

We have found our way, we are slowly flowing from our own tributary like a spring water from a mountain, but I must say that without our teachers we are absolutely nothing. We would be an example of a creature that does not understand anything. That’s probably why they say that the teacher is as great as your father. As much as our father thinks about us and gives us advice, our teachers see only good things for us in the same way. Thank God that after me, my brothers and sisters will pass through the threshold of the school where I studied, and the teacher who taught me will teach them. My teacher Hasanova Tursunoy, if you are reading this article, I would be very happy. May your students always be healthy and happy, your student Sevinch who loves you. This poem I wrote is dedicated only to you.

                             My teacher

The first day I went to school,

I remember every moment.

My first note in the notebook,

Tursunoy is my teacher

No matter how much I thank you,

It is true how much knowledge you have given.

The lesson we learned for life,

It is an unpayable debt for us.

Pupils of my teacher

As if they are lovers.

Like their children,

Children seeking knowledge.

Every day I go to school,

I spent the whole night studying.

My achievements

The reason is my teacher.

No matter how much I do, I bow down.

A word that cannot be described.

This poem is for you,

MY DEAR TEACHER.

Nothing

I have never existed

Before

Being Here

I will never exist

Here again

After this

Everything else is just

Something that happens

In between nothing

When life takes an empty turn,

The performer collapses off the stage

The fire put on for the cremation burns down the script

The actor has nothing left to do in this drama

From all the glories of human pursuits,

Each of us can only take our portion of nothing

Gaurav Ojha

Kathmandu, Nepal

Love story

  “O Allah, make all my dreams and goals come true as soon as possible, I still want to be a great person, I have a lot of work to do, a career… please don’t get distracted from studying, don’t fall in love…”

   But for some reason, Laylo writes these words in her diary, and “she” does not leave her imagination. 

   He always kept a diary and wrote about his plans and goals. He never wanted to fall in love. Because he knew well what a person he loved would fall into, he had seen it in the person of his sister. But something happened and he met her on the way to study. They met and talked twice. On the third date, the young man asks Laylo for her phone number. Normally, Laylo didn’t talk to anyone and didn’t trust guys, but she gave her number to this guy with some feeling. In this way, correspondence and talks continued. The guy was not that handsome, just an ordinary boy. Both studied at the same university. That’s what love is, but somehow he won Laylo’s heart. There were no scheduled meetings, they only communicated virtually. Laylo felt that she was becoming more and more attached to him. Should he stop talking, but he couldn’t.

He was waiting for her to call him. The guy is also good, he also loved Laylo, but not from Laylo. He seemed different to Laylo, good, sincere, kind, as if there was no better person in the world than him. Their characters also liked each other. But they haven’t told each other that they love each other yet. Their love was like unconditional love. But Laylo found it necessary to put an end to everything one night.

   I’m distracted from reading, let’s stop talking, don’t write anymore, he said goodbye. He didn’t write back to you either. It’s been 3 months since they met. In that short period of time, he felt that he was in love. He went out and it was a quiet night. It seemed to Laila that this period had passed like a dream. The only full moon in the sky was looking at Laylo. Laylo took a deep breath, a drop of tears fell from her eyes, she felt relieved. He thought that he did the right thing and now everything will be fine. He went in and lay down. But he couldn’t sleep until morning and came out full. He had a severe headache when he stood up. He didn’t drink tea, he had no appetite. Yesterday’s incident did not go away from his imagination. His heart hurt, he was very depressed, he even cried for 3-4 days without regaining consciousness. Her mother consoled her by saying, “My daughter, what’s wrong with you, come to yourself” and said that first love is not always true.However, Laylo really fell in love, she became different. He also thought that this situation would pass, and said that he would be fine if he went to university. And while studying, when her friends talked about her boyfriends, she remembered “him” again. The guy didn’t write back either, he was waiting for her calls. 

  So, a month passed in agony, crying and thinking. At the beginning of March, while watching social networks, he noticed that he had written it. 

He was so happy, so happy, as if he had found what he had lost like a young child. He answered immediately. 

Those correspondences and conversations continued.

This time a real love story began. Both are happy. They even went to study together. But he had never met before studying. The young man begged to come around, but Laylo did not give in. Gradually their relationship deepened. They also helped each other in university textbooks. Laylo’s mother was worried about this. He did not trust his daughter to anyone. To be sure, his mother did not like the young man very much.. “Daughter, you don’t know what kind of boy he is, keep your promise to us, you still need to study, develop, and travel the world, that’s what your father dreams of,” he advised. 

  Laylo really felt that she did not think about studying. He also saw that there were many plans left in his diary. 

   Gradually, the young man began to talk about marriage. According to him, his mother died without him. Only the two brothers lived in the house where the sisters got married. His father is abroad. Because of this, the relatives are getting involved in the wedding movement this year because a woman should come to the family. 

   Laylo felt sad again. He does not plan to get married yet. Not even ready for family life. She thought that it would be appropriate to talk with the guy for a couple of years, understand each other, and then get married. If he marries her, his goals will definitely remain. Because there is no woman, household chores and raising children fall on her. Now he was realizing that he had made a mistake. His mother was right. But how does he refuse it? After all, he convinced her and made so many promises. He said he loved…

Laylo is thinking whether to choose love or study?!

  And if he didn’t say no, he would not want to lose her like before, and he would be crushed thinking that he would miss her. He thought a lot why lovers can never be together. 

He told the guy to wait and explained. But he also said that he could not wait without help. He said that it was hard for him to do all the work. And he asked her for the last time, “Will you marry me?” 

   After a long hesitation, Laylo answered him “No”. He wanted her to be happy because she loved him from the bottom of her heart. Laylo was afraid to make him unhappy because she did not believe in herself. 

He prayed that he would get married, have a family, have children, and be happy. 

  At the end of the summer, they broke up without any reason. Now for life. The young man has been calling a lot lately, but Laylo did not answer, she was holding on to her heartache. Then the guy stopped calling Laylo realizing his purpose. Thus their love ended.

Laylo’s love could not be said to have ended, hers continued secretly. After that, she didn’t meet another guy. Maybe he is married, maybe he is happy now, it was unclear to Laylo.

   No matter how many years have passed, when he listens to the music that is related to him or when it rains, he remembers the words he said and the sweet memories he had with him. After that incident, Laylo never loved anyone as much as she loved him. He became the first love of his life. She met a lot of guys, but she didn’t like any of them. He also graduated. He developed in every way, in every field, his dreams came true one after another, he learned languages, went to the international arena, got a job. At present, he received the prayers of his parents and devoted himself to them. But he hasn’t started a family yet.

Aytuvova Khurshida was born on June 5, 2002 in Saykhunabad district of Syrdarya region. She graduated from Gulistan State University, Faculty of Philology, majoring in Russian. Official delegate of several forums, member of international organizations, Global Education Ambassador, SPSC ambassador. She is a member of the “Juntos por las Letras” international writer’s association of Argentina. Her creative works have appeared in international newspapers and magazines. Her stories were also published in the national anthology “Languages ​​to creativity” and in the republican magazine “Izhodovlar”. Currently, she is a Russian language teacher at school No. 4 in the district.

Kidney structure and function

Salokhiddinova Mohichehra O’rol girl

STUDENT OF TASHKENT STATE INSTITUTE OF DENTISTRY

Abstract: In this article, the general appearance, anatomy, location, structure of the kidney, parts of the kidney, blood supply, kidney problems, causes and symptoms are presented in this article.

Key words: Kidney, urinary bladder, tube, corpuscles, extremity, pyramids, renal veins.

Kidneys are very important organs in the body. About a third of all blood from the heart goes to the kidneys for filtering before being pumped to the body’s cells and tissues. When the kidneys fail (kidney failure), it can lead to various complications, such as: swelling or edema of the extremities, pulmonary edema or fluid in the lungs, hyperkalemia or increased potassium, blood, anemia, heart disease and pericarditis, etc.

Kidney anatomy

Location:

The kidneys are located on both sides of the spine, in the retroperitoneal space. Since the liver is located on the right side of the abdomen, above the right kidney, the left kidney is slightly higher than the right.

Structure:

Each of the two bean-shaped organs weighs 125-175 grams and 115-155 grams in males and females, respectively. A kidney is usually about 11-14 centimeters long, 6 centimeters wide, and about 4 centimeters thick.  

Kidneys are protected by fat, muscles and ribs of the back. Perienteric fat, also called the renal fat pad, protects the kidneys from external influences or injury. The kidney has a medial cavity called the xylum, which is the entry and exit point for structures that supply or drain the kidney, such as the kidneys, ureters, vessels, and lymphatics.

Types and problems of kidney diseases

Chronic kidney disease – This is the most common type of kidney disease. When the kidneys stop working for 3 months or more, it is called chronic kidney disease. This is usually caused by high blood pressure in the body. It is very important to maintain the level of blood pressure in the body, because increased blood pressure damages the glomeruli in the kidneys, which leads to kidney failure. The small blood vessels that clean the blood in the kidneys are called glomeruli. Chronic kidney disease can also be caused by diabetes. High sugar levels seriously damage the blood vessels in the kidneys. After the diagnosis of the disease, the patient is recommended to undergo dialysis. Dialysis is a process that helps remove extra waste and fluids from the blood. This process helps the kidneys work better, but cannot cure the disease.

Kidney diseases do not show any symptoms in the early stages, and they appear only in the last stages. Some of the more common symptoms of kidney disease include:

Pressure and pain in the chest.

Bad sleep

Difficulty breathing

Dry and darkened skin

Frequent urination at night

Swelling around the eyes

Loss of appetite

Swelling of ankles and feet

Muscle cramps

Insufficient sleep

Fatigue

Poor concentration

References:

1. Cardiac anatomy/Robert H. Anderson and Anton E. Becker 

2. Atlas of human anatomy/Frank H. Netter

3. https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/books/NBK470256/

4. Human anatomy/F.N. Bahadirov/”National encyclopedia of Uzbekistan” State Scientific Publishing House/Tashkent-2005

5. Anatomy/A.Ahmedov/T.Sagatov/O’.Mirsharapov/Ijod Print Publishing House/Tashkent-2018

the birds told me
about silence
forest temple spring


***
The cut off silence of snow
You swam out of the kefir night into the dawn

I dug a hole for you and I made a coffin for you
I ghosting and brought the lonely future closer

Cracks in the air crunched loudly
Someone is sneaking someone is looking for you in the silence

Blizzard blossoms like apple tree above
And from below under the ground worms are crawling into the future

Triangular night is knocking on the back of head
And in the back of the head there is nothing except wormy posthumous tin


***
we prayed to everyone: from Jesus and Satan to Batman and the Joker
as a result: your face is now forever young

the photo on the cemetery granite slab never changes


***
grass under your feet
glass under your feet

crunch underfoot
crunch inside

Rainer Kunze's rain gardens fall
on the heads of silent stones
that we were before we were born


***
a person is born with a noose around his neck
a rope that is attached to god

who will wash us in the rain without a home
who will wash our feet like in ancient times

one cheek for a hit, one cheek for suicide
and somewhere between the cheeks there are eyes 
that slid down from what they saw


***
torn belly herbarium
autumn leaves stick to the eyes   
future in the rain

moisture attracts worms
birds drink the silence
in  an abandoned cemetery