Story from Rizwan Islam

South Asian preteen boy standing in front of a gate to his school. Wall behind him is yellow and brick-colored. He's in a white collared uniform shirt.
My Birthday Party 

Birthday is a memorable day in one's life. This is the day when a person was born. Children around the world celebrate the day in different ways. My birthday is in March. Every year, I celebrate the with my friends. My parents ask my friends to come to our home and have a party. My parents decorate the house nicely. My father orders birthday cake. My mother usually buys me a new dress. In the afternoon my friends come. They bring gifts for me. 

The cake is placed on a large table. Candles are placed on the cake. When the programme begins, my friends stand around the table. I blow the candles and cut the cake. My friends sing the birthday song and wish me. On this occasion, my mother 36, prepares delicious dishes. We enjoy the food. We have a lot of fun. My birthday is one of the memorable day for me.

Md. Rizwan Islam (Talha) is a student of grade six in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.

Poetry from Xushroy Abdunazarova

My tongue that entered my ear as lullaby,
My valiant tongue in the bosom of the ages,
I will write you every moment,
My blood, my language, oh, my motherland.

Come strolling, meaning my language,
Always sing like a nightingale my tongue,
It has the spirit of Navoi, he has Babur,
Let every dialect be beautiful, my language.

Every word has a hundred meanings in my mother tongue,
Every flame is a fire in every heart,
Everything ripples in this language,
Endless treasure, legend in my tongue.

This is my language, which the whole world respects.
This is my language, inherited from my ancestors.



Abdunazarova Khushroy was born on December 21, 2008. She is 15 years old. Currently, she is a pupil of 8th grade of the 15th DIUM of Mingbulak district, Namangan region. She is interested in English and Mathematics. She wants to become a interpreter in the future. And also she is a member of the international organization "All India Council for Technical skill development".

Poetry from Mykyta Ryzhykh

Birds die faster than dots in poetry
The necks of letters are much longer than the necks of birds

Birds, like poetry, do not know how to beg
Birds die, but so do poems


***
The air left the composition of the sadness of the stomach
Wooden night covered the dead
Iron worms sewed up limbs with immobilization

What street is this? Why is it so dark in here?
And this is not a street, this is life and death


***
I want vegetables to die and not one child to suffer anymore at a diet dinner.


***
The meat screams at the pennant with red silence
Worms crawl out of coffins to the surface
Minced meat crawls out of the meat grinder
Corpses crawl into eyes and ears
The world around is destroyed in the pupils of the shot man
What can world poetry talk about besides war?


***
The cat tears up the mouse just for fun
A grenade tears a child apart because it has to be done

The sky moves and the clouds float forward
Mom cooks breakfast like no one is dead


***
Worms crawl underground
After the rain worms crawl to the surface

We read the letters of the rain on our faces
We crawl in a pool of blood without limbs

Winter is beginning
It's nuclear winter


***
Snow will forgive the grass everything
We'll all fall asleep in the snow and grass
We will be buried in snow and grass
But we won't have children anymore
Who will bury us?

Nuclear stations are growing like mushrooms
The forest turns white as a mouse

The ashes fall asleep
Ashes in the snow


***
Light for the blind


***
no one 
died 
in the cemetery 
again 


***
the trees are silent like the dead
before they are cut down


***
sound conservation
a bird reads a blizzard with a glance


***
cemetery without grave
almost like a church without parishioners
love without lovers
mountain without a bottom
god without religion

Poetry from Noah Berlatsky

Introduction To The Collected Works



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Essay from Gozalkhan Samandarova

War, your name may disappear in the world!

Clip art of a white dove moving a red "A" from the word "war" to the word "peace." Words are black and the background is blue.

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War… My language is speechless. There is also an endless restraint in the movement of the pen on the paper. War… There are no words for definition and classification, for explanation. Why!!! A word so hard to understand?

No… A word that wants to be understood even if it is understood, a word that is wished not to be, this word should not be used in any time and space. A word that made millions of people’s hearts bleed, took joy from their faces, and made them never smile again. It is a word created from the cries of innocent babies, the cries of angry mothers to God, and the “lovelessness” of lovers.

A word made from the silence of those whose bitten bread remained on the wall, who came out on their feet – who came in a cart, whose arms were hugged in their lap – who came wounded, who came from a chain of letters written “I’m going to next spring” and who live their whole lives waiting for spring. this. As Vladimir Mayakovsky noted, “War is tears and blood for people, it is widows and homeless, it is a repaired hut, killed youth and humiliated old age.”

This is what war is!!! Why is the language speechless?!

Of course, war spares no one. It is and has been a series of dark days that do not live, like rain that falls on the heads of the young and the old, the rich and the poor alike.

Praise the endurance of the people who lived in this war there is no way. The children were also brought up so mature that they did not have time to be children, Romain Rolland’s “To lose youth in war is to snatch the spring from the seasons.” like, there was no “spring” for children during the war. Everyone who lived during the war was the owner of “strength”. Because, during the years when the sky was under “dark clouds” and all the men were mobilized to the front, the country lacked manpower and the field work was lagging. But this thing did not bend the Uzbek people. Our women rolled up their sleeves and drove tractors, went to the fields, and raised their families.

Sometimes I think, why does a person rebel, what benefit did we get, to this day, he does not refrain from rebellion, war – from doing this again. What has war given us that makes us prone to rebellion?

Killing millions of people, orphaning babies, teasing, fondling, and animalistic acts of human children, right? Have you ever thought about those who try to bring to life things that you can’t even think about?

We understand one thing should be noted that it will not be good if there is a war now. Let’s fear war now. Let’s understand that if we don’t preserve our peace, we will fail and disappear. Because now we live in a time when children are born knowing who they will be, what they will do, and how they will do it. Now we live in a time where millions are ready for one stone. We see that technique, technology now serves not for “man”, but for “inhumanity”.

Public beach in weapons are a clear example of this. Weapons of mass destruction have a powerful positive effect on the war system, reinforcing its proliferation and ongoing wars have the potential to destroy our planet. Nuclear, chemical and biological weapons are distinguished by their ability to kill and disable people, destroying entire cities and even entire regions with supernatural destruction.

So-called “nuclear” wars kill millions, cause nuclear winter, and cause world-wide food shortages and starvation for millions. The entire nuclear strategy system is based on a false foundation, as computer models suggest that a very small number of detonated warfighters could shut down the entire earth’s agriculture, meaning that the human species would be given a death sentence.

Chemical and biological weapons. Biological weapons include harmful natural toxins such as Ebola, typhus, smallpox, and others. Their use could cause an uncontrolled global epidemic. Therefore, it is important to adhere to existing agreements that form part of the alternative security system. The Convention on the Prohibition of the Development, Production and Stockpiling of Bacteriological (Biological) and Toxin Weapons and on their Destruction was opened for signature in 1972 and entered into force in 1975 with the support of the United Nations. entered 170 prohibits signatories from owning or developing or stockpiling these weapons. [2]

Let’s remember that the terrible consequences of America’s bombing of the Japanese cities of Hiroshima and Nagasaki, even after 75 years since the end of the war, continue to have negative consequences. This is an example of the greatest tragedy of war. [3]

If there is a war now, neither hundreds of Zebo Ganiyevas nor Sabir Rahimovs who are picked in a row can save us. This is the bitter truth…

Dear ones, “It will not be good if there is a war now.” As the great philosopher Aristotle said, “If we do not end war, war will end us.” The day has come when he will remember his words. What I mean by this is that every day we are given in peace is actually a blessing. We did not sacrifice anything for this peace and nothing will be sacrificed anymore. If only we could understand that, dear ones!!!

References

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About the author

Central Asian woman in a black coat and white blouse standing in front of a wall with a picture of a globe on it.

Gozalkhan Samandarova was born on November 11, 2003 in Khanka district of Khorezm region. Currently, she is a student of the Faculty of Pedagogy of the Namangan State Institute of Pedagogy. 

Creative works of Gozalkhan Samandarova were published in “Smile” magazine, “Distant Stars” anthology, “Un monde d’erudits et de creators brilliants” almanac of France. 

🔰 Winner of the “Best Creative Student of the Year” nomination at the institute stage of the “Student of the Year – 2023” contest;

🔰 Winner of the essay contest “We will stop corruption together” held at the Namangan State Pedagogical Institute; 

🔰Member of “Mushoira club” of Namangan region.

WhatsApp number +998998094546

Khorezm, Uzbekistan 

Essay from Naeem Aziz

Closeup image of a green praying mantis insect on a leaf.
The Life of a Praying Mantis: Nature's Stealthy Predator

The praying mantis, an intriguing insect named for its prayer-like posture, has a life cycle that showcases the marvels of nature. Here's an in-depth look into its journey from egg to adult.

Egg Stage:
A praying mantis's life begins inside an ootheca, a frothy mass created by the female to safeguard her eggs. The ootheca hardens, providing a secure environment for the developing embryos. Depending on environmental conditions, the eggs hatch within weeks to months.

Nymph Stage:
Upon hatching, mantis nymphs resemble miniature adults but lack wings and reproductive organs. From the start, they are voracious predators, hunting small insects. They go through several molts, shedding their exoskeletons as they grow larger.

Adult Stage:
The final molt marks the transition to adulthood, during which the mantis gains wings and reproductive capability. Adult mantises are solitary and skilled hunters, using their excellent camouflage and swift reflexes to catch prey with their raptorial forelegs.

Reproduction:
The mating process is notable for the potential cannibalistic behavior of the female, who may consume the male after or during copulation, providing her with additional nutrients for egg production.

Ecological Role:
Praying mantises are vital in ecosystems, controlling insect populations and serving as prey for larger animals. They are valued in gardens for their role in natural pest control.

Conservation:
Though not endangered, mantises face threats from habitat loss and pesticide use. Conservation efforts focus on preserving natural habitats and reducing chemical use.

Conclusion:
The life of a praying mantis is a testament to adaptability and survival. From egg to adult, each stage reveals the mantis's role in maintaining ecological balance. Their presence in nature reminds us of the intricate beauty and complexity of the natural world.



Md. Naeem Aziz is a Bangladeshi Author, Writer, Poet, Engineer and Photographer. He is best known for his writings and photography. He was born on 10th December 1998. He is from Dhaka, Bangladesh.