CONFLICT AND PLOT HARMONY IN SAID AHMAD’S NOVEL “SILENCE”.

Abstract: This article describes the characters in the novel “Silence”, the similarities and differences in their characters. Information about the conflict and the subject is provided. Conflicts in the work are revealed through examples.

Key words: work, hero, conflict, plot, positive image, negative image, psychological conflict, social conflict, personal conflict.

There are many writers and poets who have gained their place in Uzbek literature and enriched Uzbek literature with their works. Among them, Said Ahmad left a rich legacy with his unique and unique works, and he won the hearts of readers. The works written by him are loved and read again and again. A person who has read will want to read again. In this article, we will try to shed more light on Said Ahmed’s novel “Silence” and the negative and positive images in it.

In the novel “Silence”, the ugly life of the leaders in the Soviet era, the lifestyle of the oppressed ordinary people, the Taliban who lived in Africa for many years under the pressure of the leaders, returned home after losing his wife and child, the womanizing chairman Mirvali, who is ready to do anything abominable for wealth and position, his father was killed and his mother was killed by Mirlvali. The fate of people like Azizbek, who was kidnapped, is told. The work perfectly reveals the evils of the stagnation period.

In the novel, the internal dramas of the Shura era, which seemed calm and peaceful on the surface, and the crisis of the regime are shown in all their tension and intensity. Almost all the leading characters in the play have a tragic fate. The novel is attractive with its simple, “free” style of expression.

“Plot (fr. Sujet – a subject, something based on) is one of the most important elements of the artistic form, a system of events in the work that are interrelated and consist of the actions of the hero. Plot is one of the characteristics of fiction, plot is present in all works, regardless of type or genre, but its manifestation largely depends on which type or genre it belongs to.[ D. Kuronov, Z. Mamajonov, M. Sheraliyeva, Dictionary of Literature, T: Academy, 2013].

At first glance, Mirvali, who appeared to be a good and positive character, was actually a negative character. In the village or collective farm, Mirvali had a hand in everything if there was any evil, dirty work… The main characters in the work are as follows:

• Taliban – the main character. Scientist. A man who lived far from his homeland for many years under the pressure of officials, returned to his home where he was born and grew up after the death of his wife and child, and “buried his happiness in the soil”, according to his mother.

• Mirvali is a friend of Taliban. Chairman of the collective farm.

• Zainab- Talibjan’s sister.

• The old woman is a 90-year-old blind woman, Talibjan’s stepmother.

• Azizbek is a young man whose father was killed by Mirvali, and whose mother Mirvali took as his mistress.

“The plot is the interrelationships of characters, contradictions, sympathies and antipathies between them, so it also invents, generalizes, and discovers the contradictions of life. Life conflicts are transferred to the work in the form of a struggle of expressed ideas, depicted characters, and moods, and it is called a conflict. [ H. Umurov, Theory of Literary Studies. T: Publishing house of folk heritage named after A. Qadiri, 2004. B-123].

Any kind of conflict can be found in the novel “Silence”. The characters of the work and the conflicting relationship between them are described very well. We can see it in the example of the conversation between Talibjon and Jayrona in the play. “Jairona was silent for a while. Then he sat looking at the far ceiling, deliberating whether to say what came to his heart or not.

– Won’t you be upset if I say something?

The Taliban said, okay, tell me.

– Brother Talibjan, you are a person who is not fit to fight and has no will. You are one of those who follow Tolstoy’s theory. Do you know? Tolstoy puts forward the idea of rising up against oppression. You once raised your head and became an earthworm. Your heart stopped beating for the second nod. Accepting fate, you are wandering in other countries. You are powerless to stand up against violence. Frankly, I don’t like you. A man should live as a fire. He should spend all his will, strength, and mind to prove that he is right. What are you doing, eh…” Jayrona waved her hand like a disappointed person.

The Taliban did not crack the ground and did not enter the ground. On one count, his words were true. Talibjan did not realize that he was living by his fate. He felt it at the same time. Jayrona told him this. [ S. Ahmad, Silence. T: Gafur Ghulam, 1989]. It is in this part of the work that we saw a personal conflict. The laziness of the hero of the work and his inability to fight for the truth are told to his face by the language of another hero.

“Conflict is the driving force of the plot. It is an element that determines its effectiveness, interest, and scope. Its different types are found:

1. Psychological (spiritual) conflict is the struggle of emotions, concepts (weaknesses and strengths) in the heart of the hero.

2. Social conflict is a struggle between the heroes of the work and the conditions in which they live.

3. Personal – intimate conflict – struggle between opposing characters, groups. These three types of conflict can be found in all novels, but the works in which psychological conflict is the leader (“Mirage” by A. Qahhor; “Treasure of Ulugbek” by O. Yaqubov) are always indicators of the quality of literature and leave a bright mark.” [H. Umurov, Theory of Literary Studies. T: Publishing house of folk heritage named after A. Qadiri, 2004. B-124].

The fate of the heroes of the work ends in tragedy. But we can learn that the combination of plot and conflicts is the tool that moves the work. We should also be among the people who fight for the truth and freedom, for the rightness in our lives. We would recommend others to read this work of Said Ahmed again.

REFERENCES:

1.D. Kuronov, Z. Mamajonov, M. Sheraliyeva, Dictionary of Literary Studies, T: Akademnashr, 2013.

2.H. Umurov, Theory of Literary Studies. T: Publishing house of folk heritage named after A. Qadiri, 2004.

3.A. Ulug’ov, Theory of Literary Studies. T: Gafur Ghulam, 2017.

4.S. Ahmad, Jimjitlik. T: Gafur Ghulam, 1989.

5.D. Kuronov, Introduction to Literary Studies. His work is published on www.ziyouz.com.

6.https://kitobkhon.com/oz/kitob/jimjitlik

Sarvinoz Tuliyeva

The owner of the state award named after Zulfia,

Teacher of native language and literature at Shaikhontohur District Vocational School

Are you free

It is not about country or religion

It is not about who are you

Or who I am

It is not about your experience

It is not about who you like or not

It is all about injustice

Unknown person behind the curtains that take decisions

It is all about manipulation and violence

It is all about no ethics

People want to earn money fast

It is all about a fake world

And if you do not stay soft ..

If you don’t keep the inner child

your soul will be lost….

EVA Petropoulou Eva Lianou Petropoulou

Eva Lianou Petropoulou (Greece)

She is an awarded author and poet from Greece with more than 25 years in the literary field published more that 10 books. Her poems are translated in more than 25 languages. She is President of creativity and art of Mil Mentes Por Mexico Association. She represents Greece as a media partner and is a member of IAE India. She’s part of the Global Federation of Leadership and High Intelligence A.C. and an official candidate for the Nobel Peace Prize. She is a World Ambassador of the International Academy of Ethics in India and an Ambassador of Group Poetry as well as a member of several literary groups.

Only for You

My birth is only for you
You are my heart’s fill
I do all only for you
I dream the sweetness in touch of you
I love you for the time uncountable
You are my glory 
You are my sorrow
My loving star lightening my all 
The moon and the ocean always in a way 
As the day and night
Appears to be light and dream
I am only for you.

Chapainawabganj,  Bangladesh
28 August, 2024



Md. Mahbubul Alam is from Bangladesh. His writer name is Mahbub John in Bangladesh. He is a Senior Teacher (English) of Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh. Chapainawabganj is a district town of Bangladesh. He is an MA in English Literature from Rajshahi College under National University. He has published three books of poems in Bangla. He writes mainly poems but other branches of literature such as prose, article, essay etc. also have been published in national and local newspapers, magazines, little magazines. He has achieved three times the Best Teacher Certificate and Crest in National Education Week in the District Wise Competition in Chapainawabganj District. He has gained many literary awards from home and abroad. His English writings have been published in Synchronized Chaos for seven years.

I leave you

I waited for spring with tears,
I have been patient with you.
How many days off do you need?
You enchanted me.

Soft gentle tone,
You will be happy if you drink.
You alone and alone are to blame,
Please answer me, I’m sorry.

Live in peace my dear
Knocking your heart out.
This is very interesting
Don’t find me near you.

The thinnest thread is pulled tight,
And did it crash?
An ax under your feet
You hit it yourself. ok I’ll go

You are the king of my heart
Excuse me, I’ll go by myself now…

HAPPINESS

Heal my sick heart
Follow your path.
my lover is alive
A witness is not necessary, 

My creation is correct.

I hope you are the only one
I don’t look at others.
Even in the vortex of sad dreams
I swim, I walk, I don’t get tired.

My heart sighed, oh
Why the question, why do you ask?
Bathing in the mirror
Why wrap wires?

Don’t hold flowers, don’t wear masks,
Do not build a princess throne.
Darling, let me tell you this…
Your presence is HAPPINESS for me!

Tuliyeva Sarvinoz. She was born on November 8, 1999 in the Beruni district of the Republic of Karakalpakstan. 

She graduated from Alisher Navoi Tashkent State University of Uzbek Language and Literature (2023).
She’s the winner of the state award named after Zulfia (2019) and a teacher of native language and literature at Shaikhontohur District Vocational School, Tashkent.
She is the author of the poetry books “Song of Peace”, “I am a Girl of Truth”, and “Morning Poem”.

Resilient Rising

 
In planning where present and future mix,

Sustainable aspirations with tomorrow’s fix.

We crave for harmony by nature’s grace,

May progress prevail in every place!

From lofty woods to oceans wide,

Sustainable goals will be our guide.

Development must thrive keeping in mind,

A sustainable sacred path  we need to find.

Renewable energies like sunbeam gleams,

We can cherish with sustainable dreams.

Let innovation flourish, let prudence guide,

For coming  generations yet to stride.

In the symphony of civilization, let’s play our part,

In sustainable development, a majestic art.

Communities prosper through restored balance,

Man and  nature persist with great reverence.

Eco-conscious minds allow innovative buds to bloom,

Treasures that we cherish for years are sustainable tombs.

Every intricate steps we make in this grand ballet,

Enables us removing darkness and arriving to a golden day.

Our  beacon of hope is ‘sustainable development.’

Bright future guided by this brilliant advent.

All the resources we have, are pretty scarce.

Green Energies are the tools, solution we searce.

In the core of progress, a whispered creed,

“Sustainable development, our urgent need.”

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turn down the lights
 

these are the nights

i should drink myself

to death

 

that's the problem with

starting out drinking

at a young age

 

it takes so damn much

anymore to even get

close to the end

 

it ain't worth it

 

play some music

 

turn down the lights

 

remember the last one

that ever wanted to

kiss you

 

if she only had a way

to get out of that shitty

marriage

 

who knows

 

soon the scotch will

switch to gin

 

that is what the inner

child likes to call

torture

 

iron sharpens iron

 

the shotgun in the

corner has dust on it

 

i suppose that says

more than even i

believe it does
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all hope is lost
 

there is a darkness around me

some days

 

a pain that lingers in the background

like an awkward kid at the prom

 

but as that pain lingers

especially as i have grown

older

 

every fucking twist and turn

 

the poems start to be written

in blood

 

all hope is lost in a fucking

sewer miles away

 

no one ever loved me and

i am painfully aware of it

 

on most days, i don't even

bother to fight off the demons

anymore

 

what's the point

 

death has been on my mind

for over forty fucking years

now

 

longer than some of my friends

ever lived

 

will it be a mirror or a spoon

 

laughing at the moon or loading

the bullets into a homemade gun

 

i still hide the knives in the bushes

just for old times' sake

 

last time anyone actually cared
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not your blood
 

trembling hands

covered in blood

 

not your blood

 

love rushes in

when reality

fades away

 

a final breath

amid chaos

and mayhem

 

you always knew

he wanted death

to be one hell of

a story to tell
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eyes that would haunt a ghost
 

broken neon scattered

across the sky in another

one of my broken dreams

 

she always has brown hair

brown skin, a great ass

and eyes that would haunt

a ghost

 

somehow, she is in love

with me, an overweight

poet with a wicked tongue

 

if you know what i mean

 

hand in hand in the rain

 

laughing at nothing at all

 

her kisses are like a lovers

lament

 

often, she will try to kill

me in these dreams

 

on a rare night, we make

love in a parking lot

outside of some shitty

bar

 

i had a friend ask me

if i ever was in love

 

i told her your guess

is as good as mine
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welcome to love with a poet
 

she tasted like cherry cream soda

 

curves in all the right places

 

how much is this going to cost me

 

well, eventually your life

 

she showed her hand, hoping

for a ring

 

i was fresh out of ideas and excuses

to say no

 

i put a rubber band on her ring finger

 

she laughed

 

i said welcome to love with a poet

 

we might have lasted another month

or so

 

eventually, the laughs were glasses

being thrown against walls

 

fists into bricks

 

you know

 

the typical white trash utopia break

up shit on a saturday night in the sticks

 

i still think of her

 

i still have the scars


J.J. Campbell (1976 - ?) is slowly dying in the suburbs, realizing that the story only gets sadder from here. He's been widely published over the years, most recently at Mad Swirl, Horror Sleaze Trash, The Beatnik Cowboy, The Rye Whiskey Review and Disturb the Universe Magazine. His most recent chapbook, Altered States of The Unflinching Souls, with Casey Renee Kiser, was published in August. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com)