The period of national renaissance is modernism in our country

movement

Nozima Raximova G`ayrat qizi

 Kimyo International University  in Tashkent

Student of the 2nd stage of “Primary Education”

Jadidism first arose in the 80s of the XIX century in the Crimea under the leadership of Ismail Gaspirali among the Crimean Tatars. The representatives of the Jadid movement often called themselves progressives, later Jadids. The advanced progressive forces of that time, first of all, the intellectuals, felt that the local population was lagging behind the global development and realized the need to reform the society.

The term “Renaissance” refers to ancient literature and refers to the revival of science in the Middle Ages. Its scope varies in different countries, covering the period from the 9th to the 15th century. “National revival” is based on the realization of the nation’s identity. When we say the literature of the “National Renaissance” period, we mean the literature of the second half of the 19th century and the beginning of the 20th century. It is a unique era.

It is known that the word “jadid” means “new”, “innovation”. There has never been a place and time in the history of mankind, when the innovation that entered the life of the society was not met with great resistance. The harmony of society and human life will sooner or later lead to decline. That is why the leading intellectuals of their time were considered to need new ideas to fight against or prevent the decline that started yesterday in society and human life.

The period of national renaissance is an important period in the historical development of every nation, in which the nation strives to understand its identity, culture and history, and to form new views based on the requirements of the times. The Jadidism movement that arose in our country in the second half of the 19th century and the beginning of the 20th century is a vivid example of such a period of national renaissance.

The modernist movement was mainly formed in response to the colonial policy of the Russian Empire, the main goal of which was to preserve the national identity and arm the people with modern knowledge. Jadids, that is, supporters of renewal, sought to develop modern education and culture without abandoning old traditions.

Abdulla Qadiri is one of the prominent representatives of the Jadidchilik movement, who widely promoted the ideas of realizing national identity and preserving national values ​​through his novel “Otkan Kunlar”. Also, modernists such as Fitrat, Munavvarqori Abdurashidkhanov, Hamza Hakimzada Niyazi contributed greatly to the development of this movement with their works and activities.

The Jadidism movement played a major role in the cultural and scientific development of our country during the period of national renaissance. Thanks to this movement, important steps were taken to realize the national identity, increase the level of education of the people and reform the society. People’s literacy increased, national culture and literature developed through the schools established by Jadids, newspapers and magazines published.

The period of national renaissance and modernism occupy an important place in the history of our country. Through this movement, our nation realized its identity, took important steps towards acquiring modern knowledge and renewing society. The ideas and activities of Jadids have not lost their importance even today, and they are an example for the younger generation. Therefore, it is the duty of each of us to study the history of the Jadidist movement and its achievements, to preserve the legacy of our great ancestors.

LIFE IS A JOURNEY

Life is a journey, winding and long
Full of moments both weak and strong
It's a tapestry woven with joy and pain
A symphony of loss and gain

Each day a new chapter to unfold
With stories of love, and tales untold
A dance of laughter, a song of tears
A canvas painted with hopes and fears

Life is a gift, a precious treasure
A tapestry of moments to be measured
So cherish each breath, embrace the unknown
For in this life, our true selves are shown



Jumanazarov Zohidjon Eldor o‘g‘li
2nd course student of Uzbekistan State Institute of Arts and Culture 
Winner of the National Award "Stars of New Uzbekistan",  Project Manager of the International Teachers Association
Member of the International Association of Outsourcing Professionals Author of “Sociology of Management”, “Art Management” and  “Ethical Leadership”

Human value.

They say that money solves everything in the world. They say that human welfare does not allow this. You cannot do anything without money. No matter how much knowledge you have, you cannot live without money.

Even those who acquire this knowledge sell it for money, and the owner of clear knowledge is left behind.

                             Central Asian teen girl with long straight dark hair, brown eyes, and a black jacket with a zipper.

The family is our small homeland. The family various, large or small. The environment in the family is all it is considered important for dialogues. There is also such a proverb in our people.

“The bird does what it sees in the nest.” This proverb is not said for nothing. Because the little boy has a kind of eloquence, the order and decency he sees in his house and on the street, in various crowded places he will also speak in the same way. Don’t forget, whatever order and communication you see in your home, even in public places you don’t always have to adjust this. If you’ve learned beautiful and human manners and your family’s order is exemplary you leave yourself a lot with your upbringing first and set an example for your peers. This is your main achievement and will bring thanks to your family environment and help you show yourself and rise.

Bukhara region 

Jondor District

30-school 

8-“a” class student .

MOTHER

      Mother is the greatest creature in the world.  Our mothers carry us in their wombs for nine months and nine days.  Then they wash us white, comb us white, and give us white milk.  Mother cannot be described in words, because Mother and Motherland stand side by side.  The definition of mother is that, “Heaven is under the feet of mothers.”

      If heaven is in the sky,

                Underneath is my mother.

If heaven is on earth

                On top of my mother.

If there is only one heaven

                Dear mother.

If there is heaven in this world,

                My heavenly mother.

     Mother cannot be described in one word.  Mother is only three letters, but one life is missing to describe her.

      When I look at your eyes, it’s wet.

      He clenched his teeth and asked for my heart.

      Your white milk is white, mother,

      One life is not enough.

      We talk about our mothers, we can’t get enough of them, but there are very few of us who actually do it.  No mother will ever do bad things to her children, instead they encourage good and show the right path.  Some people envy their companions to their mothers, “I wish my mother was like that”, and feed them with envy. But “Kaltafahm” people consider Chuchvara raw

      But I lived for six years and did not envy anyone’s parents.  Because my parents are heavenly people.  If a mother does what she does before the birth of her unborn child, the child will be like her mother.   If a mother misbehaves during pregnancy and harms people, she can expect the same from her child.   On the other hand, if a mother reads religious books and prays during pregnancy, her unborn child will grow up to be a Muslim like our Prophet Muhammad (pbuh) and a Muslim like our mother Aisha. 

      O my nightingale, sing it many times

      A smile from his lips.

      Laugh and see my happiness

      My prayers are with you, my mother.

        Mother and Motherland cannot be chosen in the world.  What I write is not a fairy tale.  The truth of my life.  Before I was born, my mother prayed, thank God, I bow down like my mother.

      May our mothers survive.  As long as they exist, life goes on.  After all, respected parents rock the cradle with one hand and the world with the other.

      Kashkadarya region.  Qoldoshova Dilbar Nuraliyevna, a student of the 10th grade of the 10th grade 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.

She 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”.

Dialogue with soul 5

In this life, each one of us has a different purpose

You can be inspired from the idea of someone…but the Idea belongs always to creator

Let’s see about how the Idea is coming to an artist…

We are millions and millions minds in this beautiful planet, we called it Earth …

But what is really amazing, is the fact that we don’t think the same way.

We are so many creators, artists and poets and painters and dancers, even if we leave in the same place, we will not think the same and that because we come from different backgrounds religious or social even economical one.

This is the most amazing thing…

We have so many different experiences and of course we must write down about all our personal thoughts and feelings.

I believe only if we share our deepest thoughts and feelings we can know our true selves and become a better version of him

Because in the end we will be always alone with God and our dreams….

EVA Petropoulou Lianou 

Official candidate for Nobel Peace prize

2024

THIS ACTING GIG

The world is overrun with plays,
with busy sets,
overwhelming characters.
The actors are passersby, strangers,
who fire their perverse blanks
inches from my temple.

The cars, the trains, are part of it.
The ruined buildings and
their ceaseless shadows too.
My footsteps on the blunt sidewalk
are the interminable soundtrack
to the tale which keeps on telling.

It’s a love story.
But I’m not the leading man.
It’s a drama.
Simple conversations
are so fraught with dread.
It’s a comedy.
The audience awaits
my very next pratfall.

Sometimes, I wonder
what am I doing in the cast,
why are they all looking at me,
what do I say next.

But then comes the great relief
of forgotten lines
suddenly remembered.
I’m an actor again.
I inhale my motivation.
I exhale my interminable bows.

DIARIES

Each cover had a lock

And there were five of the books in total,

one for every year from when she was 12

to her time as sweet 16.

She says she recorded everything

from the most mundane

to her deepest, darkest thoughts.

A page might consist of

what she wore to school

coupled with her feelings

toward her stepmother.

She held nothing back.

I asked her whatever happened

to her diaries.

She replied that she had stored them

in the drawer of her bed,

until she was twenty

when she took one out, began to read it.

The author was a stranger she concluded.

And it wasn’t much of a story.

So she threw them on the fire.

And those five years seemed grateful

to go up in flame.

They crackled and spat for a time

but ultimately were nothing but ashes.

Only the locks remained.

She let them simmer there.

For all I know, they simmer still.  

HAVING LOST SOMEONE

In the darkness,

overcome with grief,

maybe a hundred,

a thousand, restless souls

throughout the city

whisper as one,

“What do we do now, sad people?”

I’m not saying

they’re the ones

gathering under the streetlamp.

But there’s a great sob

coming from that direction.

And I can’t believe

those are tears of light.

THE OSPREY IN THE MARSH POND

Sheer horror in the water,

a young osprey floating on the surface,

wings fumbling for momentum,

puncture wounds oozing blood.

One of the young birds I’d been watching,

so near to being fully fledged,

but now turning in an infernal arc,

as the parents screech from somewhere above.

Feathers that dealt him flight,

now tilted and waterlogged,

dark eyes scanning his slim chances.

I lift him up, place him on a rock.

No gratitude, just all fear.

My trespass shrinks before his dying breath.

It’s quiet in the clifftop now.

Noon sky turns to midnight.    

THOUGHTS OF A WRECKING BALL

The building is flattened,

steel and brick and glass

scattered in all directions.

The wrecking ball

sways slightly back and forth,

like a mind ticking over.

124 North Main is a done deal.

What’s next?

120? 128?

How about the fast-food joint?

Or the book store?

Or the restaurant with the fat cakes in the window?

And there’re always the guy,

one good swing away,

riding high above the ground

in his little cabin.

He’s God.

I’m his wrath.

John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident, recently published in New World Writing, City Brink and Tenth Muse. Latest books, “Subject Matters”,” Between Two Fires” and “Covert” are available through Amazon. Work upcoming in Hawaii Pacific Review, Amazing Stories and Cantos.