Shout out
My eyes are covered with pain,
Think of my crying look without him.
The guilty part is handed over to the Haqq,
Sing a song for the unemployed heart.
Name your song love tune,
After all, I did not find "freedom" in the world.
Step by step, stepping on the threshold of pain,
The fate we have been waiting for is coming.
You read your book quietly,
The heart is dying before your eyes.
You can read a little bit.
Even your mind is as bright as a deer.
Write about me on the pages,
Because life does not die in lines.
Completion is in minutes,
If you forget, I'll die.
From broken buds of hope,
A bud will emerge.
I release my heart from the knots,
Because the story of my life has an end.
read my eyes know the truth
I loved you without seeing it.
Don't even think about it.
I met you in the spring...
Murodova Farangiz Asliddin's daughter was born on September 25, 2004 in Gallaorol district, Jizzakh region.
Sarvara Sindarkulova (younger teen Uzbek girl with two braids on the side of her head, an embroidered headdress, a white ruffly flowered blouse, and a classroom with a bookshelf and other students behind her).
Appreciate mother
Mother is an example of an angel in this world
The light in his eyes is beautiful.
Always sweet with an innocent heart Respect your mother dear person .
Still a teacher and educator
Any work that can be done.
Heaven shines every where
Respect your mother dear person.
Talk to you too, I'm confident
Grateful love, hard work.
Kneeling, never be in debt
Respect your mother dear person.
Dear dad
Proud and dear man
He is my loving father .
Chest shield such devotion
He is my hero father.
Works for our motherland
He is tireless every time.
Even if he is tired
Not a single moment of rest.
All the time with my dad
I am proud of him
I am fond of active, well-educated men
His dream will come true.
Daughter Sarvara Sindarqulova Akmal girl, 7th grade student of the 24th general secondary school of Gallaorol district Jizzakh region. Born on December 16, 2009. She is member of the Qaqnus group of Barkamol avlod children's school. He regularly appears in anthologies in Great Britain and Europe countries.
Ezoza Eshonkulova (teen Uzbek girl with two side ponytails and a white ruffled blouse and a blue coat and an embroidered headdress standing in front of trees and a pond)
Hour
When I opened my eyes yesterday morning
The clock is ticking.
I looked at him
It‘s eight o‘clock.
I got up quickly
I hurriedly washed my face and hands.
I look at the clock
Saw half past eight.
I am very sory
From sleeping until eight o‘clock.
I woke up now
I don't mind working.
I got up early today
It's six o'clock.
I look at the clock
He didn't say anything.
Eshankulova E'zoza.
7-"A" grade student of the 24th general secondary school of the Gallaorol district of the Jizzakh region.
Today in Uzbekistan, a lot of attention is paid to educating the young generation to have their own opinion, their own place, educated and potential. Therefore, the future of our nation depends on the education given to our youth today.
Knowledge alone is not enough to create a perfect generation in every aspect. In this regard, love for the motherland, humanitarianism, leadership and always forward-looking qualities should be formed in our youth in harmony with knowledge. In order for the future generation to grow up with these feelings, not only parents and teachers, but also the neighborhood and the neighborhood as a whole will need a great contribution of the society. In order for young people to become mature and well-rounded personnel, their rights and interests should be guaranteed first. In this regard, the rights of young people are guaranteed in almost every reform implemented in Uzbekistan today. As an example of this, the law of the Republic of Uzbekistan “On the foundations of state policy regarding youth” covers the issues of legal and social protection of young people, support of their talents, “On guarantees of children’s rights” The powers of authorities and management bodies in this regard and other social relations related to the field are legally regulated in the law. In particular, it is noteworthy that Article 41 of our Constitution guarantees the right to free general education for young people. The right of a person to receive education is also strengthened in the Law “On Education” adopted on the basis of our basic law and the National Program of Personnel Training.
On May 17, 2023, a meeting dedicated to the improvement of the Law of the Republic of Uzbekistan “On State Policy Regarding Youth” was held in the Legislative Chamber of the Oliy Majlis. As it was mentioned, in recent years in our country constant communication with young people who are the owners of our future, realization of their intellectual, spiritual and physical potential, in general, special attention has been paid to the issue of youth as one of the priority tasks of the state policy.
On the initiative of President Shavkat Miromonovich Mirziyoyev, June 30 was declared “Youth Day” in our country. “Brave boy” state award and “Builder of the future” medal were established in order to encourage our dedicated young people who are achieving high results and achievements in various fields. Also, a completely new system of working with the owners of our future – “Youth Register” and “Youth Program” is being implemented.
It is not for nothing that the new year 2024, which has entered our country, is called the “Year of Youth and Business Support” and the foundations of the third renaissance are recognized. We need to use this attention to the youth and the great opportunities created, to appreciate it, to justify the trust of our country and people.
Sherbekjon Salomov
Biography
Sherbekjon Salomov was born on November 19, 2003 in Kashkadarya region.
A graduate of the 62nd school
Participant of the Chirakchi District “Creative Youth” circle, established in 2014
Currently, he is a student of the University of Journalism and Mass Communications of Uzbekistan
For some time, he worked as an intern reporter at My5 TV channel
He is the head of the training department at Nuriba Public Speaking Academy
In 2023, he mentored more than 30 students to successfully pass the “creative exam” of the journalism department
He is familiar with many fields, such as HR, Marketing, SMM, Mobilography, which are considered modern fields in Uzbekistan
Journalist, speaker and presenter
Author of many poems and articles
Can communicate freely in English
Journalism and English teacher
Holder of many international certificates
He is a student of journalist Jamshid Umrzakov’s “Star Factory”.
He also studied at the public speaking academy of international speaker Dilorom Karshibayeva
His goal is to become a strong politician, international journalist and study abroad!
arriva il freddo:
la falena ha
trovato casa
the cold arrives —
the moth has
found a home
giorni di gelo:
tutti gli idioti
che temono la morte
days of frost —
all the idiots
that fear death
mane d'inverno:
un vecchio imbonitore
parla di Dio
winter morning —
an old huckster
talks about God
sciolto il ghiaccio
si forma un'ostinata
distesa d'auto
frost has melted
a stubborn layer
of cars forms
l'unica cosa
che non possono togliermi:
pioggia d'inverno
the only thing
they can't take away from me —
winter rain
l'anno finisce:
nel fosso tra i rifiuti
il gatto morto
the year ends —
in the ditch amid the trash
the dead cat
Maurizio Brancaleoni is a writer and translator.
His poems / haiku / short stories / pastiches have appeared in several journals and collections.
He manages "Leisure Spot", a bilingual blog where he posts literary gems, reviews and translations.
MY YEARN FOR HUMANITY
Search for tranquility, wandering with nothing
Nothing is similar for toddlers.
Without expectation, dreams scratching mind
Delving into the minds of loved one
I can see the evil seeds growing hence,
Faith dissolved, foster understanding halted,
Are Indelible memories my dreams ?
Is an offensive thought my reality ?
If men are women, then why gender ?
Now I’m like Vascoda Gama, not for finding countries,
The only men who want to see humanity.
Doppelgangers by A. Iwasa
I'm convinced everyone has at least one doppelganger. There are only so many ways a human being can look.
For years I was haunted by one, who also had the same first name. I became aware of this the first time I walked into Common Ground, a café in Kamm's Corners, Cleveland. I walked up to the counter, and a really pretty barista said, "Hello Alex."
I was smitten but dumbfounded. I asked, "How do we know each other?"
She squinted a little, and said, "Oh, funny, you look like my friend, Alex."
A few years later I was on my way to Common Ground for my second time and told this story. My ride's older sister was sitting with me in the back seat and said, "That was me! You look like my friend Alex, and I was the only cute girl working there, then!"
I could have keeled over and died. She was still all kinds of cute, and now she was starring at me. Perhaps this was when I found out Alex fronted Cows in the Graveyard.
Rewind to 1996, and I'm walking through a way over sold Mushroomhead, Incantation, Forlorn show at the Phantasy Nite Club in Lakewood, Ohio. An extremely attractive young woman walks up to me and exclaims, "Alex!"
I ask, "How do we know each other?"
She looks me over and says. "Sorry, you look like my friend Alex."
"I am Alex!"
She laughs and replies, "Oh, funny, you're also named Alex?" then walks away leaving me disappointed.
A year or two later I'm walking through Parmatown Mall, and briefly talk with another mall rat. Later he told me as I walked away his companion said, "He looks like my friend, Alex."
He told her, "That was Alex."
"No, Alex sings for a band."
"Alex sings for a band."
"Not him, different Alex."
I was also told she thought Alex was hot, for whatever that was worth.
A few years later I was on my way to Washington, DC to protest the war in Afghanistan before it started. We stopped in Kent, and a student I didn't know sat down next to me and we got to talking. Eventually she told me I looked like the singer of a band she just saw. I asked if the bands was Cows in the Graveyard, but she couldn't remember. I was ready to lose my mind!
The next summer I was at a drum circle behind the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame on a Sunday evening, and a lovely young woman I just met told a mutual friend she might have still been dating at the time, "Doesn't he look like Alex?"
He simply replied, "Alex is hot?"
"You think so?!"
"Yes!"
"I don't."
We make eye contact, I'm frowning deeply. She laughs awkwardly and says, "What I'm saying? Alex is hot." We sort of become friends that summer, but I was always a bit suspicious that she was using me to make her ex jealous.
In October that year, the International ANSWER Coalition organized demonstrations against the second Iraq War before it started, and I went to the action in Clevo's Public Square.
Somehow I ended up in a conversation about doppelgangers, and I heard the worst doppelganger story ever: "About every five years someone walks up to me, punches me in the face, and then says, 'Oh my God, I'm so sorry! I thought you were someone else!'"
We all laugh heartily, I can't top that one, but I share my haunting story to a few good laughs.
Later I keep hearing people shout, "Alex!" but they're never calling for me. I notice someone else answering all the calls as he dorks with the PA. He has brown skin, about my height, glasses, shaggy hair (we both had long, long hair, then cut it about the same time)... and a backpatch: Cows in the Graveyard. I walk up to my long lost brother, and introduce myself.
I retell my story of how I'd been hearing about him for some six and a half years. He'd like to know who all these pretty women were.
