Future Leader girl of Uzbekistan If a person sets a real goal, if his intention is good, he will definitely achieve what he thinks.”
Author of translations of more than 100 scientific journalistic articles, participant of about 50 international forums and conferences, delegate of the Malaysian Youth Summit, participant of the international summits of the “Juntos por las Letras” writer’s association of Argentina. , Candidate of the “Double Wing” award of Uzbekistan. International speaker of “Shishiulash Global Youth Club” of Bangladesh.
Bakhora Bakhtiyorova daughter of Asliddin, a 11th-grade student of the 84th general education school of the Payariq district of the Samarkand region. The district has achieved several achievements in the region, the republic, and the international arena.
In particular, Bakhora is a member of Pakistan’s “Women and Youth Organization for Education, Culture and Art. Ambassador. Global Ambassador Organization Argentina, New Zealand Leadership-based “Global Goodwill Ambassador 2023” India Foundation “Development of Technology Methods” .Member of Bangladesh’s global youth club “Shishiuluash” international organization. Member of The Kingdom of New Atlantic Heritage Organization. Member of Argentina’s “Juntos por las Letras” writer’s association from Uzbekistan. Volunteer member of “Human rights” organization working in cooperation with “UNESCO”. Republic “Golden Wing” Association of Volunteers, member “Upward Growth forum” delegate. Articles, Great Britain, Kenya, Washington, Published in Argentina, India, Turkey, Washington, Uzbekistan.
In addition, Bakhora’s article was included in the anthology that was sold to 26 countries of the world.
Author Bakhora Bakhtiyorova Future International journalist
SiSTER FARANGIZ (For my Best friend and sister Farangiz) Today I want to write about my sister-FARANGIZ she is my close friend, my helpful person.
Actually, my joy is endless, now at the end of the post I will tell you why, I am the most precious person, my pain, my shoulder, my friend, my guide, my advice sister Actually, my sister is not Radnoy’s sister, she is my uncle’s daughter, but we are close in all things. When we are together, we are always happy and smiling. When I am with them, I always feel comfortable. They always support me. I don’t need any friends! I rarely have a friend I can trust! But I don’t need a friend when I have a sister! They are my sister, my friend, my advisor, my pain, my understanding, my listener, my comforter, my encourager, my protector, my teacher, all of them are embodied in this person. Sometimes we fight, but most of the time I think it’s because I get angry very quickly. My sister understands this character. Thank u for existence Thank u for all memorable moments. My dear. I can’t tell my feelings for u Just love u
Author Bakhora Bakhtiyorova Asliddin Daughter. Was born 2006 21 March in the Republic of Uzbekistan. Currently 17 years old. She is a future international journalist.
Artificial Intelligence (AI) has swiftly become a cornerstone of our modern world, permeating various aspects of our lives. While its potential for good is boundless, there are also concerns about its darker side. In this exploration, we delve into the positive and negative uses of AI, shedding light on the multifaceted nature of this technology.
Positive Uses of AI
Advancing Healthcare:
In the realm of healthcare, AI is a lifesaver. It aids in disease diagnosis, drug discovery, and even personalized treatment plans. AI algorithms can process vast amounts of medical data, enabling doctors to make more accurate diagnoses and recommend tailored treatments. The synergy between human expertise and AI has the potential to revolutionize medicine.
Transforming Education:
Education is undergoing a transformation thanks to AI. Personalized learning platforms powered by AI adapt to individual students’ needs, providing tailored educational experiences. Moreover, AI can offer real-time feedback and assist educators in optimizing teaching methods, fostering a more effective learning environment.
Boosting Businesses:
AI has found its place in the business world, streamlining operations, and enhancing decision-making. Through automation and data analysis, companies can improve efficiency and gain valuable insights. From chatbots handling customer inquiries to predictive analytics aiding in inventory management, AI is a powerful ally for enterprises.
Revolutionizing Transportation:
The concept of self-driving cars may have seemed like science fiction, but AI is making it a reality. Autonomous vehicles are equipped with AI systems that process data from sensors to navigate and make driving decisions. This not only promises safer roads but also potentially reduced traffic congestion.
Environmental Conservation:
AI isn’t just about convenience; it’s also a force for environmental good. AI applications are monitoring ecosystems, predicting natural disasters, and optimizing energy usage. By harnessing the power of AI, we can take significant steps toward preserving our planet.
Negative Uses of AI
Privacy Concerns:
The digital age has raised pressing privacy concerns. AI’s ability to collect and analyze vast amounts of data has led to worries about surveillance and data breaches. Striking a balance between technological advancements and individual privacy remains a challenge.
Job Displacement:
Automation driven by AI can lead to job displacement in certain sectors. While it creates new opportunities, the transition can be painful for those affected. Preparing the workforce for this changing landscape is crucial.
Bias and Discrimination:
AI is only as good as the data it’s trained on, which can result in biased algorithms. Discrimination in AI decisions, such as those involving lending or hiring, can perpetuate societal inequalities. Addressing bias in AI is a pressing ethical concern.
Security Risks:
AI is a double-edged sword in cybersecurity. While it can be used to defend against cyber threats, it can also be weaponized for malicious purposes. Deepfakes and AI-driven cyberattacks pose significant security risks.
Ethical Dilemmas:
Ethical dilemmas abound in AI, from autonomous weapons with AI decision-making to the question of who’s responsible when AI makes critical decisions. Navigating these ethical challenges requires careful consideration and regulation.
A Balancing Act
The duality of AI underscores the need for responsible development and regulation. Initiatives and organizations are actively working to establish ethical standards and ensure that AI benefits society as a whole.
As AI continues to shape our world, it’s crucial for us to stay informed and engage in discussions about its role in our future. The choices we make today will determine whether AI becomes a powerful force for positive change or a source of unintended consequences.
In the end, the power of AI lies not just in its capabilities but in how we wield it. With careful thought and responsible action, we can harness AI’s potential for the greater good, steering it away from its darker implications.
Parvej Husen Talukder is a Bangladeshi poet and children’s writer, also a freelance journalist started by notable news portal bdnews24.com. He is the founder of Kavya Kishor International (KKI), an international creative commons home for creative creators and the editor of Monthly Kavya Kishor (Bengali children’s magazine). He is a student of Sylhet Science and Technology College, Bangladesh.
Rachel Corrie
In the time that I have been here
children have been shot and killed,
declares Rachel Corrie, who was appalled
by the Israelis’ occupation of the Holy Land.
Having borne witness to the persecution of Palestinians,
to tank shell holes
that fill their walls,
to discrimination,
arrests,
and displacements,
she stands before a bulldozer to prevent
the demolition of a pharmacist’s abode,
waving to the driver in fluorescent clothes,
who ignoring her calls,
proceeds adamantly with his goals:
to demolish farmland,
property,
and an American pacifist’s voice.
As a child, Rachel had publicly voiced her dream
to annihilate hunger before 2003
but died bulldozered by the Israeli authorities,
aged only twenty-three,
a brave heart
that was not intimidated by autocracy.
Silence II
I recline upon my bed and sit still.
This silence will not last for more than two minutes,
for yells, sirens, and vociferating mobiles
will shortly resume their daily dialogues.
I hunt for fleeting spells of quietude,
mere bubbles that burst
within fractures of seconds,
since noise has become an integral part
of the fabric of our private and public lives.
Most of the people I happen to know
fear silence,
a much-dreaded foe,
and associate it with death,
withdrawal,
or some psychological problem.
Ears are plugged,
flooded with torrents of noise.
Some TV sets are switched on throughout the nights
as if the angel of death is denied entrance
where music, dramas, or arguments are at work.
I envy the Buddhists their moments of peace
who look like daffodils in oases of green
and think that even a monastery
is a heaven I cannot attain.
What Might Have Been
You wish you could revoke a thousand decisions that derailed your life
and imagine a paradisiacal existence had you chosen otherwise,
a pathetic line of reasoning
for nothing can alter the course of your stars.
We were taught that our fate is written above our eyebrows.
Others believe it is visible in the lines of our palms.
I saw mine in the eyes of every enemy
who twisted their knives in my mind.
I indulge in no regrets
and avoid dwelling on the past,
avoid erecting monuments
for tragedies that blasted my paths.
I look ahead with a cynical smile
and expect the worst to come.
Perfidy
Dethroned and crownless, the convicted queen
has beckoned her subjects to kneel and pray
not to the skies who its children would claim,
not to the gods who torture and enslave.
A communal prayer of a wordless fabric
commences with a soundless tone,
a dirge for years of diminutive stature,
for frenzied hours that dissonance bore.
With interlocked fingers many awkward forms
betake themselves to swim to the coast.
The perfidious clouds that languish for havoc
now zestfully disband to open a door.
One streak of red that dilutes the streams
zigzags its way among pebbles and stones.
A pair of eyes that are petrified
look on at a scene from a severed throat.
And I climb the staircase and a well-lit blonde bob smokes a cigarette in affair with no one and with eyes for naught but the night, and yet she still makes the effort to nod as I enter and this fills me with hope for the evening ahead.
And the lights are ambiguous at best as I walk the corridor and consider a former love or lover in a corner with arm encircling the waist of a current beau in sweater vest and boot cut. He is gesturing wildly and all eyes are alight as he swings his tale and I turn and head for the kitchen where I see Jess with teary eyes as she dabs her forehead.
Jess has not been crying, she has simply thrown up and warns me of this possibility as she hands me a pill and places her hand around my neck, draws me in and holds me tight whispering “sweet nothings” with a smile as I swallow.
I head toward the living room and find the couch pushed to the wall and bean bags thrown helter skelter. Sam Cooke sings sweet melody as a young man brushes the inside of my arm and says “Do you want company?” and “That’s a shame, a terrible shame,” as he steps away to offer himself to another.
A shirtless individual entertains a cavalcade and I lean in to hear “You’ll be surprised how many times you need to stab someone to kill the son of a bitch.” Pause, grimace, “A wise man draws quickly across the throat and gets the foul deed done in one quick go.” Pause, final rejoinder, “You must never forget the idea is not to bring death, but to simply withdraw life,” and they clap on conclusion and I realize I have just witnessed a performance piece as he takes a quick bow and then waves a hand across his face in attempt to deflect attention deftly earned. A girl in front of me turns to her side and insists, “This is nothing compared to his cut of Capote, now that is divine.”
And I grab a bean bag and head to a corner and sit and close my eyes and try to recall the melody of ‘God Only Knows’ as that never fails to bring a tear to the eye and tonight is Sam’s night after all. Leaning my head against the wall I stare to the ceiling and spy a spider in a webbed corner and lose myself for a moment as it – as if startled – hurries to one side.
A brunette drops a bean bag next to mine and leaves only to return with a drink and lit cigarette. “Charlie,” she says by way of introduction and it strikes me she is the kind of girl that will not age well. Cliché perhaps but her eyes are a blue most piercing, with a southern lilt that is oh so disarming and hints at inner strength most resolute.
She tells me she achieved her first multiple orgasm when a boy went down on her as she listened to ‘Smile’ on heavy headphones with eyes closed and only the odd lift of the hips to guide the way, she slept with her lit professor on a dare and was disappointed that a published author could be so unimaginative in bed, she owned two iguanas and had just finished the short stories of Hemingway.
I nod at each revelation and tell her I admire her sense of adventure, I own zero iguanas and I am considering hiring a cleaner before my apartment inspection a week from Tuesday.
Charlie takes a drink and a drag and points out the spider overhead, a cat brushes itself on Charlie’s leg and then on mine and Love begins once more.
Michael Tyler has been published by Takahe, Bravado, Adelaide Literary, PIF, Daily Love, Danse Macabre, Apocrypha and Abstractions, Dash, The Fictional Café, Potato Soup Journal, Fleas On The Dog, Cardinal Sins, Mystery Tribune, Other Terrain, and Suddenly And Without Warning.
Michael writes from a shack overlooking the ocean just south of the edge of the world. He has been published in several literary magazines and plans a short story collection sometime before the Andromeda Galaxy collides with ours and …
GOAD 27
—for J.S. Strifling
Glittering smoke rises from reality roses. Even a bestselling
agent can’t move a dingy cellar. Presumption of innocence is
strained: don’t you
recognize the baggage
on that carousel?
One can’t imagine a
permit granted for
that murder weapon. Due
process aside, the defense
writhes. Sensing what it has
accomplished, the rifle weeps.
GOAD 28
The kids don’t wear watches no more. Those phone-
computers wipe their asses and everything. Drenched in pharma
ceutical opera, they
drag race on imaginary
highways & skid into
the palace of error. (No,
it’s not my cane & white
locks talkin’.) Reason may
adopt a rhythm, but rhythm
ain’t reason. Will the kids ever
locate invisible light?
MEMORY TACTICS
A fistful
of mustard. Gulped whole.
The fact spawning the occasion
is often repeatedly force fed.
He feigns ill.
To bypass depression-
inducing gatherings. A sealed lid
can be trusted. Let fine memories prevail.
CRITICAL REBOUND
Crises unburden folks of the
need to scrounge for “relevance,” of pressure to
heed
unnatural
diagnoses. There’s no
practical moralist on our staff; the lot hang
on by a strand of
floss. Let’s recycle each into an
accountable doer. Yet
should any grow allergic to threshold, out they’ll
tumble. Once the throttle’s regained, I won't let your
isthmus
down. No
reason it
should sink.
A previous contributor to Synchronized Chaos, I have published 12 books of poetry– most recently Zeugma (Marsh Hawk Press, 2022) and A Pageant for Every Addiction (Marsh Hawk, 2020), written collaboratively with Maya D. Mason. My Selected Poems & Poetic Series appeared in 2016. I am the author of Reading Poetry with College and University Students: Overcoming Barriers and Deepening Engagement (Bloomsbury Academic, 2022), as well as two books of criticism, and three edited anthologies. My work appeared in Best American Poetry 2007. My paintings hang in various collections. I am a Professor of English at CUNY-LaGuardia.
When We Are Just An Ostentation
If her lip was a sweet
I could crave to have it in mine always
After she stole my heart
And set it on mountains
That springs water from depth.
Love sometimes looks like flower
While sometimes; the black ball in your eye.
That very day was another walk
Into heavens
But when everything seize
I rerely believe we're just an ostentation
Which is very otiose.
Reflections
Tales of past has match in
The present as I lingers into the simile
And antonyms of bliss
I snore out the hue of constellations
And held my pillow as the saviour
That dries up the streams on my face.
Can you decipher the joy gotten
From a crippled comic
Or that of the lurch in lurid?
A pellucid hope has made hay
For the future
Only if it will catch reflections.
