Poetry from Sobirjonova Rayhona


(Female teacher with dark hair and a braid, a white collared shirt and black vest and skirt passes out paper to young girls at wooden desks in a classroom)

My teacher

Where should I hit my head, teacher? 

After all, you were alone in the world,

I loved you with all my heart

Your love is world famous

It is my duty to glorify your name

I broke my pen without describing you

I have no energy to write to you

I got it from the white paper. 

Why did you take another class? 

At least you could fill it

I remember I want to cry

My sweet time with you.

He always encouraged me, 

I don’t want to leave you alone for a moment

I write poems only for you

Kind, for a girl as big as my father.

I have a pain near my heart

A piece of my heart was torn out

I am always with you Rayhonjon

He smiled and laughed once.

He lied that he will get it next year 

I wish I had this teacher again

May we also laugh with eternal joy

The lessons are also good, the voice is pleasant.

My dear teacher is different anyway, 

Teaching style, style is different, 

 trained thousands of disciples, 

He is interested in learning until the age of seventy. 

It will always remain in my heart, 

I will raise your name to the sky, 

My heart trembles when I hear your name 

My eyes are happy every time I see it.

May he always be healthy

Let the sun of reason shine in the sky

This is my great teacher

His patience is equal to the universe. 

My teacher is my teacher, my shield is like my mother

I’m alone in this world, real,

teachers are a masterpiece

Always be healthy, my only one

Author: historian, geographer 

Sobirjonova Rayhona

I am Sobirjonova Rayhona, a 9th-grade student of the 8th general secondary school of Vobkent district, Bukhara region. I was born in December 2008 in the village of Cho’rikalon, Vobkent district in an intellectual family. My mother and father supported me from a young age. I am also interested. I started writing in my 3rd grade. My first creative poem was published in “Vobkent Life” newspaper. In addition, many magazines were published in America’s Synchaos newspaper, India’s Namaste India magazine, Gulkhan magazine, Germany’s RavenCage magazine and many other magazines and newspapers. my creative works have come out. I actively participated in many contests and won high places and received many gifts. Creativity is my precocious nature. I am very interested in creativity and enjoy every line. Of course, I will become a great person and bring the name of my country Uzbekistan to heaven, God willing!!!

Essay from Farangiz Abduvohidova

(Central Asian teen girl with long dark hair, dark eyes, earrings, and black and white striped vest and pants over a white collared shirt, standing in a school hallway with posters on the wall)

Analysis of the Greek capital words in the letter “P”.

Abduvahidova  Farangiz 

3rd stage student of Samarkand State University named after Sharof Rashidov

Annotation: the article contains comments about the borrowed words that entered the Uzbek language from the Greek language. In addition, a list of Greek words, their spelling and explanation is provided. The history of the creation of the Greek language is also covered.

Key words: Greek, layer, language, analysis, annotation, sample.

The Uzbek language is one of the languages ​​with an ancient history. The Uzbek language went through many stages and periods before reaching this level. During this period, the number of lexemes increased, some words came from foreign languages. As a result of the addition of Uzbek suffixes to the words that came from this foreign language, the layer of Uzbek words became richer.

In connection with the serious changes in the structure of the Uzbek language dictionary, there was a need to create an explanatory dictionary that meets the requirements of the time, and under the leadership of our Academician A. Hojiyev, the Institute of Uzbek Language, Literature and Folklore of the Academy of Sciences of the Republic of Uzbekistan ( 5-volume “Annotated Dictionary of the Uzbek Language” was created and published by a group of lexicographers of the former Alisher Navoi Institute of Language and Literature. This source contains about 80,000 words and phrases that are widely used in the Uzbek literary language, terms related to the fields of science, art, culture and technology, historical terms and words used in the dialect. . 

In 2020, this annotated dictionary was revised under the editorship of Abduvahob Madvaliyev, Ph.D. reprinted and made available to the general public.

The Greek language is at the initial stage in the history of the Greek language – mill. Av. It was used from the 14th-12th centuries to the 1st-4th centuries AD (now a dead language); the ancient language of the Greeks. Together with the ancient Macedonian language, it forms a separate Greek group in the family of Indo-European languages.

There are a total of 1047 words starting with the letter P in the explanatory dictionary of the Uzbek language. These words are formed with a layer of self and assimilation. Borrowed words came from Persian, Greek, Latin, German, French and Russian languages. 115 of these words came from the Greek language. Here is a list of some of them.

1) Pielet – inflammation of the kidney cup 

2) Easter is a holiday dedicated to the resurrection of Jesus, the founder of this religion, in the Orthodox sect of Christianity. 

3) Patriarchy – the era of patriarchy, the period when men dominated family, economic and social relations after the matriarchy of the primitive system.

4) Pathos – high spirit, enthusiasm, joy.

5) A pen is a writing and drawing tool that is used to write with ink, ink, etc.  

6) Perigee – the closest point of the moon’s orbit or the orbit of the earth’s satellite to the earth. 

7) Perimeter – the length of a closed curve (for example, the perimeter of a polygon is equal to the sum of all its sides)

8) Pegology is the teaching of children

9) Peritonitis – peritoneum

10) Pantheism – God

11) Papax- telpak

12) Paragraph is the name of the title of a text, such as a book or an article, which has independence in terms of meaning

13) Parabola – I) open, flat curve; formed by the intersection of a right cone with a plane parallel to one of its constituents. II) an ironic image with a symbol in fiction; a literary genre between a symbol and a symbolic story

14) Paradigm – I) a system of language units, grammatical forms united by their general meaning, different according to their specific meaning II) a system of forms of a word’s variation or inflection.

15) Paradox – a traditional thought accepted by the majority, an unexpected thought, reasoning that sharply contradicts experience with its content and form.

16) Parasite – gratuitous, sycophantic

17) Paco – ancient

18) Paleography is a science that studies ancient manuscripts and writings, the history of the creation of written signs and their appearance (writing method, letter shape, type of writing material, etc.).

19) Paleolithic – the oldest stone age, era.

20) Pandemic – spread of an epidemic disease throughout one country, several countries or continents

21) Panzooteia is a very rapid and widespread spread of an infectious disease among animals throughout the country, several countries, and continents.

22) Panorama – I) a surrounding view of a place visible to the far horizon. II) type of fine art; a very large picture, which is painted horizontally on the wall of a circular hall, looks like a real scene to the viewer.

23) Psyche – the first archival part of compound words of international assimilation: it means connection to psyche, psyche  

24) prophylaxis – I) a set of measures aimed at maintaining people’s health, preventing the occurrence and spread of diseases, improving the physical development of the population and ensuring a long life. II) in general, measures to be taken to prevent an incident, mechanisms, machines from premature failure, damage 

25) protocol is a document drawn up by a responsible person and confirming an event or situation 

26) proton – a stable elementary particle, a component of the atomic nucleus with a positive electric charge; the nucleus of light hydrogen

27) prosthesis – a device made in the shape of an organ of the body or placed in place of a damaged or removed organ (for example, an artificial hand, an artificial tooth) 

28) problem – problem

29) prologue – introduction

Greek accusatives also have features of morphemes and polysemy. Words such as paxa, parasite, protocol, prologue have many meanings; Similarity of form is evident in words such as parabola, prophylaxis, paranoma, and paradigm. In addition, many terms related to mathematics, history and mother tongue are borrowed from Greek. We can see these in the example of words like parabola, paradigm, pathos, patriarchy, perimeter, psyche and paragraph.  

List of used literature:

1) An explanatory dictionary of the Uzbek language. – Moscow: “Russian language” publishing house, 1981.

2) An explanatory dictionary of the Uzbek language. – Tashkent: “Uzbekistan National Encyclopedia” State Scientific Publishing House, 2006-2008.

3) An explanatory dictionary of the Uzbek language. – Tashkent: Gafur Ghulam publishing house, 2022.

4) uz.m.wikipedia.org.

5) www.ziyouz. com.

6) comment.uz

Essay from Layla Adhamova

Everyone has the right to be happy!

There is a girl whose dreams are like an ocean, she cries a lot! A lot of stress, but did not give up!


In the whirlwind of life, she took full advantage of her opportunities!
Cut off the bite! Diligent Jussasi is a small but brave girl! He also wanted to be happy! And found a way to be happy! Let’s find out how he did it!

The book is very dangerous, if you read it, you can be happy! Be careful! Luck is coming your way!!

Many people analyze the word happiness in different ways, let’s first understand the meaning of the word happiness! Happiness is actually your existence, your family, true friends, your favorite study, your favorite profession, your favorite place, your favorite country, all these are part of happiness. Do not look for happiness! – discover it yourself! . Are happy people only rich people? No, everyone can feel happiness! And I know that it is right. I know that this life breaks you a lot, I know that life has thrown you to different places! Get up and live again, how many things you haven’t discovered yet, scientists have studied 97~98% of the surface of the earth, but how many things are unexplored in the ocean and underground! So you have the opportunity and time to breathe? Is your heart pounding? do you love So you have a chance to be happy!


Maybe you feel like you are lagging behind? Everyone seems happy in the virtual world except you? Maybe your heart is tight and you cry every night? Know that morning comes after night, happy days are waiting for you like spring after winter! You just live! Happiness itself comes out from under your feet. Yes, do what you love, participate in your favorite activities, eat your favorite food. And happiness slowly begins to form in you!


Walk away from things that bring you down, even if it’s hard! Try to fix the thing that spoils your mood! it will come from your hand, I believe in you!

Everyone’s jealous these days, right?
Don’t tell anyone your goals! Eyes can touch!

Spend more time with your loved one first, with your family, because we all trust each other! Let’s appreciate our parents when they are alive! Our family is our source of energy that always supports us!

I ask myself, “Are you happy, Laila?” My answer will be like this!
I create my own happiness, I do what I like, I stop putting barriers on myself, I don’t lose my identity, maybe I’m a hudbin? Maybe the best person? Maybe a bad friend is a bad child? I will try to be good and I will do it!
Life can’t beat me, I won’t give up!

Do you see your reflection in the mirror every day? Compliment yourself
I am beautiful
I’m smart
I am rich
I chose a profession that I love
I am studying in the university I want
Say thanks to God that everything is perfect with me!

Believe 100% that everything will be fine and think good things!

Maybe everything will not be like before, but believe that it will be better than before!
Are you a teenager? Between the ages of 16 and 26, everyone experiences stress and depression. Don’t let these two defeat you! Don’t give up your expensive life for this cheap world! Just go ahead and take risks.
I’m sure you’ll be glad you didn’t give up when it all comes down to it!

I always asked myself, why am I so lazy? Why am I so stupid? Why do I cry so much?
Why? why ?why ?
The questions covered my head.
I am a teenage girl like you! I have no superiority over anyone. I would also like to feel happiness.
Happiness is actually a miraculous feeling that comes when we don’t expect it!
If you do what you like, happiness will develop in your heart!
Let’s be happy together!

can you see
Can you distinguish colors?
Can you speak?
Are you walking home late without someone’s help?
So you are on the threshold of the formula of happiness!
Let’s go inside. Do you agree?

My sister ~ my sister! Be happy BROTHERS! Remember me when you are happy!

I am happy!

Layla is the author of the book “Everyone has the right to be happy”.

Poetry from Abigail George

A funeral wreath for Gaza, apartheid for us

I am transparent

I am thing

I am war

I am insomniac

I am dream

I am war

I am atomised

I am radioactive

I am war

I am child

I am mother

I am father

I am poet

I am war

I am Africa

I am war

I am writing to reach you

I am war

I am not calm

In war, no one is calm

My poems

mean absolutely nothing

to the ghosts that

now inhabit Gaza.

What honey and milk taste like during war

You, war, talk to me of

 the alternate universe

you live in, talk to me or

don’t talk to me of

your dead. In war, the

child is alone. The poet

stands alone. I think of all

the summers I was

loved. I am waiting for the

dead to meet me

For my second mother

to greet me, for her to

embrace me, call me,

welcome me home.

You, Gaza, are Steve

Biko. You will always

be remembered. Monuments

will be built in your honour.

I will remember your name for

centuries. I picked up

the human bone in the dirt.

It, too, was a gift.

Prayer For The Future or Wildflowers Growing Out Of The Eyes Of The Sun

He’s going to have

 children with

another woman

 because I can’t

have them anymore

Wildflowers bloom

in my stomach

 lining, my aorta,

my cranial devices,

my medulla oblongata,

my womb

There’s a starry-starry night

in my ovaries

Oh, they have never seen nor

felt the light of day

No children have I

No man by my side

Only an army

Angels in front

Angels behind

And the infinite potential of

The mind

I teach millions of children

about the nature of the medicinal

properties of plants

How to heal and knit and sew

 propaganda to the instruments of change

Dear Gaza,

the world will never

forget your dead

Dead children

Dead women

Dead men

I will always love that river

The ebb and flow of that river

To the sea

Watch me chase

the cloud like a horse

Call upon the birds

to feast on shrapnel

To protect the children’s eyes

To protect their liberty.

4th of March, 2024

I did it for Yasser

No extremist was I

There was a cause I was fighting for

An issue at stake

One fine autumn day

my mother was Russia

and I was Biden

I called her entourage

 and said I wanted a meeting

but they giggled behind my

 back and so my mother and

 I went our separate ways

I ate Jerusalem in tiny bite sized

 pieces but my mother told me in

 no uncertain terms that I had to share

So I divided what I had left into

two between the east and the west,

 calmly composed myself and went

 in search of Oriental studies.

2nd of March, 2024

Poetry from John Ebute

Experiment to Determine the Extent of my Country’s Infertility

[Aim]: To demonstrate that my country is blessed with the fecundity of a twice castrated eunuch.

[Apparatus]: Specimens A-C, a concentrated acid, a stethoscope, a blindfold, three tins, a passport, a scanner

[Test #1]

Specimen A is a loyal patriot. A highly concentrated acid was splashed on him & he was left undisturbed for some moments. No visible reaction was observed.

           [Inference]: What is dead can never die again. Every patriotic citizen in my country is now a sepulchre that temples the withering bones of the dreams of a lofty country they once cradled.

[Test #2]

Specimen B is a young man. A thick blindfold was used on him until his eyes morphed into a bat’s. Three tins were placed in front of him, but only one of them had a passport. Seven times the tins were juggled around, but each time he picked the one with the passport.

          [Inference]: My country is said to be one of the largest in the continent, still nearly every young man & woman wants to jàpà.

[Test #3]

Specimen C is a regular national. A scanner was used to screen her neck & wrists, but nothing was found. When used on her waist, however, a special bead was detected.

          [Inference]: You’ll either find a crucifix or some prayer beads dangling from my countrymen’s necks or good luck charms as wristbands or some other apotropaic hung as scarecrow on other parts of the body. It’s not their fault; the country has devised a thousand ways of devouring them– if they don’t end up like chicks on a kite’s firm grip with their only ticket to salvation being the amount their kinsmen can rally as ransom, you’ll find their corpses decorated  with bullets, or still they’d end up being remembered as part of a figure, say the number of casualties of yet another crisis.

  • Jàpà: Nigerian slang meaning emigration

In Breaking My Creative Block

today the muse came, her presence musicing itself into the direful world of my

heart’s silence. i first heard her whisper, a gentle feather of a sound, teasing the

labyrinths of my ear with its enigmatic fragility. her warm touch on the nape of

my neck ripples down my spine & culminates at my groin as the tender

beginnings of an arousal. it’s just a drizzle but a desert will worship the only

water it has seen in a long time. i’ve played this game for a long time, so I know

better than to scare her off. i do not take her under me immediately, but to the open

fields of my mouth. there’s a mixing, a thorough blending until my taste buds

become branded with her signature. my tongue knows the taste of her essence now,

the fragrance of it diffusing into all the corners of my cerebrum. she is at home in me

& i know this because of the wetness soaking all the way from her into me. the desert

in me is gradually dissolving into a forest. my hands take the cue, pushing their way

into the suppleness of her body, my fingers thawing at the icy rigidity of her flesh, so

that more wetness will break into my arid grounds. her body obeys the commands of

my fingers, softening at their lubricating grace. her heart can no more contain the

melody, spilling it into the streams of her mouth. her mouth, too, cannot stand the

pressure & she moans the secrets that soon grow into echoes, reverberating in the

void silence of my head. my head is full now, full of the secrets, full of her. the

borders of my mind are completely tumescent. let the union begin.

Poetry from Taylor Dibbert

Election Results

He’s staying 

Up late

With a box

Of wine

And a frozen pizza,

A meal 

That he’s hardly

Able to taste,

Except for

The worry

And the sadness

And the fear.

Taylor Dibbert is a writer, journalist, and poet in Washington, DC. “Rescue Dog,” his fifth book, was published in May.