This article describes beautiful and interesting places in Uzbekistan, as well as ancient cities, historical monuments and other historical monuments that continue to surprise mankind you will have information. Uzbekistan is a country with ancient history and rich culture. A rich architectural heritage, countless historical monuments and modern shopping centers, unique nature reserves and medicinal gardens, that everyone in our country can see and rest for themselves in sanatoriums and recreation centers, can also visit as a tourist there are many places. The architecture of Uzbekistan is colorful in its own way.

Despite the current globalization, millions of tourists from all over the world visit our country every year the oldest monuments of architectural heritage have been preserved. Famous architectural ensembles are located in Tashkent, Samarkand, Khiva, Bukhara, Termiz, Shahrisabz, Ko’kan and other cities. Excursions to historical architectural monuments of Uzbekistan, but can also offer fun places to spend time with family and friends. This is one of the unique and beautiful places Chashma complex is the heart of Nurota, Navoi region. It is an incredible place full of many legends and tales. Enjoying the shrine complex, seeing the monuments, to look with the hand at ancient and mysterious things, Thousands of people and tourists from all over the world visit this place to pray in the holy land.

According to the legend, forty thousand years ago, a radiant meteorite fell here, after that here a crater and a miraculous water source appeared. Its water is considered healing. That is why the complex was named “Chashma” and the surrounding area was named “Nur”. The people of Uzbekistan have wonderful landscapes and archeological monuments that can only be found abroad, are used to the idea. In Uzbekistan, which has been preserved for centuries and is inextricably linked to folk legends, there are many beautiful places. Therefore, you don’t have to leave the country to travel to amazing destinations and mysterious places.

Another place with an amazing history Rishton pottery workshops. Rishton in the Fergana Valley has long been considered the homeland of excellent pottery. Creating pottery products in Rishton special technology, the secrets of cooking them have been developed. Right now More than 1000 potters are working in Rishton, about 100 of them know all the technologies of pottery art. The products created by Rishton masters are included in the collections of many museums around the world.

The architectural example of Minorai Kalon (Big Tower) in Bukhara was built by Arslan Bugrokhan, the amir of Movarounnahr of the Karakhanid state. Kalon Tower (1127) was built in the 12th century. Minorai Kalon is located in Pop-Kalon square. The tower has a solid circle. The tower has been renovated several times. In particular, the trunk and muqarnas were opened and repaired in 1960 by Bobomurad in 1924. In 1997, on the occasion of the 2500th anniversary of the city of Bukhara, renovation works were also carried out in Minorai Kalon. In addition, the surroundings of the architectural structure were improved and landscaped.

One of the interesting places is Samarkand. Samarkand is one of the oldest cities on our planet, equal to Rome and Athens. It is more than 2750 years old. A person who has traveled to Samarkand feels very good. The natural scenery is beautiful. People are also hospitable. Representatives of various nationalities live here. Samarkand is usually called “Eastern Babylon”. The name Samarkand comes from the Sogdian word Smr’ka d. “means “stone castle” or “stone city”. In ancient times, Samarkand was the capital of the oldest Sogdian state and was called Afrosyab. Among the ancient Greeks and Romans, the city was known as Maracanda.

Samarkand was a very developed city even during the time of Alexander the Great. Historical monuments in the city of Samarkand include “Shahi Zina Ensemble”, “Registan Ensemble”, “Bibikhanim Jame’ Mosque”, “Gori Amir Mausoleum” and many other historical and beautiful places. Shahizinda ensemble in Samarkand in XIV-XV centuries. Shahizinda means “living king”. The oldest of the mausoleums is Kusan Ibn Abbas mausoleum. Tillakori madrasa in Samarkand city. The madrasa founded by Yalangtoshbi in 1646-1659 in Registan Square was called Tillaqori.

The Ashtarkhanid dynasty ruled during the construction of the Tillakori madrasa. In its construction, baked and raw bricks, clay, wood, gold water and precious stones were used. The design of the architectural monument: the gable is deep, the front of the 2 wings is smooth, 2-story rooms, the corners are occupied by mezzanines of equal size. One of the unique features of this architectural monument is that it was originally named after the small mausoleum of Yalangtoshbi Bahadir, however, it was popularly known as Tillakori. In addition, there was a Mirzoyi caravanserai in place of the madrasa.

The architectural structure is the center of attention of many international tourists. In addition, the building was included in the list of UNESCO World Monuments. List of ancient monuments in the city of Tashkent: “Imam Kaffol Shoshiy”, “Zaynutdin”, “Barakkhan”, mausoleums “Sheikh-akhun-Takhur”, “Kokaldosh” madrasa”, “Zangiota Ensemble”. The Kaffol Shoshiy mausoleum in Tashkent is one of the ancient monuments of the 16th century.

Kokaldosh madrasa in Tashkent. In the middle of the 16th century, a 2-story madrasa was built by Barak Khan, the minister of Tashkent governor nicknamed Kokaldosh, to the southwest of Khoja Ahror madrasa and Jome’ mosque. The 2-story building with the gables of the domes reaches 20 meters in height and looks healthy because it is built on a hill.

The list of ancient monuments in the city of Shahrizabz includes: “Oksaroy Building”, “Dorultilovat Ensemble” and many other historical monuments. In the city of Kokand, Khudoyor Khan Horde, the general level of this Horde is rectangular. The building is located on a raised brick foundation, the corners are reinforced with constellations. Historical monuments in the city of Khiva: “Olloquli Khan Madrasa”, “Ichan Castle”, “Dishon Castle”, “Caltaminor”, “Kush gate “, “Nurilloboy Palace ” “Old Ark”, “Muhammad Rahimkhan Madrasa”, “Muhammad Amin Khan Madrasa” and there are other monuments. in the city of Khiva Ichan Castle in the city. In the center of Dishan Castle, there is the “inner city” – Ichan Castle, which has shifted to the east. In the middle of the 19th century, during the reign of Khiva Khan Ollokuli Khan (1825-1842), the outskirts of the city were surrounded by a stronger wall. Khiva is a city with a unique history.

If you travel to Khiva, you will visit beautiful places and learn about its history. Tourists from different countries visit Khiva every year. The city of Khiva attracts everyone with its historical monuments and beauty. It is a city with its own charming beauty and its own history that makes a person who has visited this city want to visit it again. Owner Amir Temur in Tashkent, Samarkand and Shahrisabz, Statues of Mirzo Ulugbek, Alisher Navoi, Jaloliddin Manguberdi in Urganch, and Alpomish in Termez stood tall in Tashkent. Today, there are more than seven thousand monuments in our country, including, 2,500 architectural monuments, more than 2,700 monumental works of art are under state protection. 

In summary: If you travel to every city of Uzbekistan, you will see its own beauty. Each city has its own beautiful and ancient monuments and monuments.

Norova Zulfizar is currently a school student since 2007. Lives in Bukhara. He can speak Turkish and English fluently.” Interesting historical places in Uzbekistan”

Wise teacher

After the bell rang for the recess, uproar started in Class 2 “B”. It was impossible to understand anything because everyone’s words sounded out of order from all sides. A little girl named Nozima stood in the middle and cried, the children surrounded her. Later it became known that Nozima’s money was stolen. She had been saving her daily lunch money for a long time to buy a present for his mother’s birthday. She asked all her classmates, but could not find any money.

In fact, it was clear that the boy who took it would not give and admit that “I stole.” The next lesson, Nozima and her teacher entered the mother tongue class together. The teacher found out about everything and was very angry with the children. After greeting the children, the teacher thought for a while and said: My children, let’s do something together now. But first, think about how bad it is to steal. Nozima wanted to make her mother happy by buying a gift for this money, after all… Whoever took it, please return it without telling anyone. I will help you.

Then the teacher opened Nozima’s bag and showed it to all the children. It was empty. Then she placed it on a chair in the corner. The teacher once again asked the students to throw the money in this bag. Two students held a large cloth and formed a small shelter next to the bag. All the students stood in line and started to enter from one side of the fabric and exit from the other side. Finally, when all the students passed, the teacher took the bag and checked it. The most surprising thing was that money appeared in the bag!

That day, the boy who stole the money was not ashamed, and the money was returned to its owner. All the children admired the wisdom of the teacher. 

Written by Ochildiyeva Shahnoza, student of  University of Journalism and communication of Uzbekistan

Translated by Ochildiyeva Dilnoza, student of Samarkand State institute of foreign language

Breathe

The maple trees told me it's in the ashen branches
Where the squirrels hide 
Their little child soul set afar from human conditions
I surmise the longing of things
From near and far 
Where the river is spread out against the sky
The night stars are falling around
I saw in a sleep
The jumpings and quiverings of non living things
Stay in my mind like a biscuit parchment paper
I blew the dandelions too loudly
Alas they catch the midheaven star
The North node of all our dreams where they shine
I now think of the maple trees 
The red apples sodden
With arched bow whites 
I know not what to name these
Perhaps they carry their own destiny
A hidden blush of lost stars and milkyways
I breathe in thee. 

LADY LIBERTY CHANGES HER TUNE *

The “tired” and “poor” now fleeing to our borders

can just turn back. Go home. It’s not my problem.

If they face massacre—Scrooge said it best:

“Decrease the surplus population.”   Yes!

These “homeless,” “tempest-tossed” are welfare pests.

Let “huddled masses” huddle somewhere else—

not in my backyard. Or in my country.

We’re not averse to proper immigration.

We spread a welcome mat for white-skinned Aryans—

rich, well-fed, well-heeled—like Musk and Murdock.

Let’s face it—God’s another sticky problem.

Those who call God “Allah” or Jehovah”

are heretic, like brown-skinned Papists; those

whose culture sees God through a different lens

should just convert, be born again, conform.

It’s time for Christian nationalists to rule.  

I lift my lamp and sneer at shithole countries.

We don’t need “wretched refuse” eating cats.

A golden door for some; for most, a wall–

with tariffs on all imports. Brave new world!

                       *  THE NEW COLOSSUS

                        Give me your tired, your poor,

                             Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free.

                             The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.

                             Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me.

                             I lift my lamp beside the golden door.

                                                          –Emma Lazarus, 1883

Copyright 11/2024                Patricia Doyne

A Miss At Twilight

They were called marbles.

They were called reasons.

I am never where I am

when I need to be.

When “I’m sorry” is necessary

or “I’m leaving” is the only response.

I fear life is destructible

and consolation

is a round-trip ticket

to go round and round.

It’s in your eyes.

Your eyes looking into mine.

Counterfeit glances

through a snow globe,

leaving tiny droplets

behind on the surface,

soon to gather and stain.

Gather and stain.

Suffering

is a repeatable offense,

a language

the soul whispers to the heart

on a dark, lonely night

with darker contemplation

to come.

To gather and stain.

Broken and repellant

in a bookstore

that sells small bags of marbles

I see

Cat’s eyes and beauties.

Tragedy radiates from them,

they have no function,

except to be.

Except to be.

Reason teaches us

that

to be completely forgotten

is to climb into ourselves

and be put

in another’s pocket.

I am a miss at twilight.

At dawn

I separate myself from the chasm.

Somewhere in between

you have a thought of me

and I tremble

involuntarily

like

a visitor

at a cemetery.

The Woman I Need

I am as seaweed on a stone

either clinging from the last pass of water

or anticipating riding

on the next wave.

I am a silhouette of myself at times.

Burdened

with modern unforgiveness,

holding my hand over

a candle burning

through

one day from another.

If one is to dream

love is an extravagance,

yearned

from the bedroom

while

experiencing

the cold nights of winter.

I can hear the seams

losing strength.

An allusion

bearing the solemnity

of difficult questions

I ask myself.

And music

provokes reminiscences,

devoid

of a predicate.

What remains

are desire’s

bittersweet

scars.

Experiences,

are dangerous grounds,

abandoning oneself,

abandoning

what is necessary

to understand

tragedy’s consequences

or

contradiction’s demands?

I

yearn to foresee,

to weave a net

across

the enigmas

and dissipate

the contrived

influences.

There is a pier

where beneath,

the waves splash in rhymes.

Every Sunday at dusk

a woman

with long brown hair

stands at the furthest end

and smiles

every time a cat

strolls along the

guardrail.

I lose interest in myself,

while

watching that woman,

that woman.

That woman

is the woman

I need.

Philip received his MS in Psychology from Simon Fraser University, Vancouver, Canada. He has published Five books of poetry: Mirror Images and Shards of Glass, Dark Images at Sea, I Never Finished Loving You,  Falls from Grace, Favor and High Places, and Forever Was Never On My Mind. Three novels, Caught Between (Which is also a 24 episodes Radio Drama Podcast https://wprnpublicradio.com/caught-between-teaser/),  Art and Mystery: The Missing Poe Manuscript, and Far From Here. Two plays, The Apparition and The Poet’s Masque. Philip has a column in the quarterly magazine Per Niente. He enjoys all things artistic.

My hands don’t tell me to touch another,

not to hug them, not to kiss them, 

not to slap them, not to stab them,

nor even feel for them at all.

My hands write,

write the scenarios I played out for crowds.

I write until the skin on my hands disintegrates,

blood puddles on the paper,

scattering stories unable to be spoken.

When bubbled crimsons agile hands daunt an 

unchased stars truthful lies,

no escape to tame relocation.

Although memory stings like rays,

escaping towards shallow shadows,

hollow to silent foretelling fate.

Dried up hopes flourished again,

lines weren’t nothing but stables for either.

We know yet fear the ideas 

of a galaxy collapsed fate.

Fate connects us more to ourselves

than any addiction punctured into our backs.

Told they will suppress our emotions,

we quote what they tell us

in grief,

in love,

in translucency.

Our bodies tell the truth.

addiction is emotion in hiding

when they are not to be.

Emotions are never more alive 

when cut into you.