At this time last year, I was just a high school graduate, an ordinary student. I had almost no achievements. They didn’t even know who I was. Everyday life continued. Days passed, days followed by months. My parents opposed me to study in the field I wanted. I gave them a teaching position according to their wishes. But I fell. At first it was very difficult for me to come to my senses. I cannot describe to you what I felt at that time. Then, starting from December, I started to gather strength. I made new dreams for the new year. I set clear goals for myself. Although I am not sure that my dreams will come true, I set big goals for myself. Alhamdulillah!
So far, from the beginning of the new year to now, I have achieved a lot. I am achieving all my goals one by one. My first and early January achievement was this book. And I had a small article published in a book that was sold on morebooks in the UK, which is sold in 26 countries. At that time, I really wanted to write a personal book and have my articles published in newspapers of different countries. Believe it or not, a month later my poem and short story appeared in 2 other people’s books. The same in Europe. I participated in many international webinars. I finished international courses. March has begun. In March, I only worked on my personal book. I worked hard. And finally, the month of April, the month of Ramadan, was a very important month for me throughout my life. My article was published in the international newspaper “PAGE3 NEWS” which is sold in 8 countries.
Also, my autobiography and article were published in the international student section of the Indian newspaper RKD×TIMES EDUCATIONAL. In addition, 08.04.2023. I have published another article on KAVYA KISHOR website. 10.04.2023. My article about teachers was published in the Kenyan newspaper “The Mount Kenya Times” on April 14, 2023. My personal book went on sale on the European website morebooks. Its name is “Heart therapy”. The price is 43.90€ ($48). Not long after that, my second book “Get the motivation in difficult moments of life” was published and sold on the same site at the same price. My poem about mother was published in “BEKAJON” newspaper of Uzbekistan, and an article was published in “YOSHLAR OVOZI” newspaper. The most joyful thing happened today. A famous Korean journalist liked my article, and that journalist translated my article and information about me into Korean and published it on a famous Korean website and newspaper. I am proud of today, every moment of my life. In addition, my goals are getting bigger every day.Action is also appropriate, of course. It was not easy to achieve these things. But I did not give up. I got up and started over. My advice is that if you make the right decisions and be with the right people, your work will develop.
It was a bitter winter… It was snowing… It never stopped… Mother and child were living together in a house at the tiny village. The mother was very kind to her child, and the child was very playful. However, despite this, he loved his mother very much. One day, Mrs.Mahbuba fell ill. The doctor came to see him. He checked the sister’s condition and prescribed a treatment for her. It was found that Mrs. Mahbuba has a very serious liver disease. The doctor left the house, saying that if this disease is not treated in time, it will end in death. Mrs. Mahbuba was very worried. Because Samandar was very young, he had not yet gone to school. Moreover, she was a very young and beautiful woman. Who will take care of him if she dies? He will become an orphan…
On top of that, her father died in a car accident 2 years ago… The poor woman asked these questions over and over again. Since he was a seamstress in a sewing shop, he could not afford these expensive drugs. If she took two, she would not be able to pay for third. That is why his illness was getting worse. But as they say: “A mother’s heart is in the child, a child’s heart is in the field…” – Samandar did not know about his mother’s condition. After that, the winter and spring seasons ended, and finally the hot summer came. Due to her poor condition, Mrs.Mahbuba had to go to work 3 days a week. One day it fell late. Samandar still did not return home. His mother went to the street to look for him, but could not find him. Tired of walking so much, he started getting sick. A mother who is running out of medicine and has finally found her son. She brought him home… The mother died…
Samandar was a big guy. He understood everything. Why didn’t he know his mother’s pain earlier? Why didn’t he come home earlier that day? These questions did not give him peace. Poor mother only cared for him even when she was sick. Samandar was tormented all his life by “Pain of Conscience”…
Safina Abdusalomova was born on March 23, 2007 in Sariosia district, Surkhandarya region. Currently, she is a student of the 68th general education school. During the last school year, she took the proud 3rd place in the Olympiad held under the name of “The best school for learning English”. In addition, she took part in the competition “English Language Scholars” and won many places. In the 2021-2022 academic year, in the “Most Exemplary Captains Competition” organized by the “Youth Agency”, together with her team, she took the proud 1st place at the district level, and the proud 2nd place at the regional level. Se is currently the “Head of Press and Media Department” at the 68th General School. Se tested himself in the “Examination of English Language Proficiency” held on June 11, 2023 and obtained the CEFR certificate B2 level. Currently, she is learning English and Korean. In the future, IELTS 7+ level has started a huge effort.
(1) AGENT VISNU 999 (Story and Screenplay) (2) THE BANK THIEF (3) THE TRUE HERO (4) RICH MIND (5) TUNE, SING AND DANCE POEMS (6) SOUND OF SONG (7) SUCCESS KNOW-HOW (8) LADY POLICE (9) THE CRAZY BEGGARS (10) ENTANGLEMENTS (24 STORIES) (11) POETRY LYRICS (WORLD POPULAR) (12) SPECIAL QUOTATIONS (80 Photos) (13) ANIMAL STORIES KIDS (14) THE DEAD AND GHOSTS (15) CLASS 1-8 COMPUTER LEARNING, (16) ONE STANZA POEM (17) MARK’S POEMS (18) WINGS OF LOVE (19) MY DARLING (20) 1000 PROVERS (21) NATURE & FORESTS (22) SOCIAL IMPOTENCE (23) NGO WORLD (24) SUCCESS KNOW-HOW (25) VISHAL AND THE EVIL KING (26) MANTRI’S MICRO POEMS (PART 1, 2 AND 3) (27)ONE STANZA POEMS (COLOR)
(28) రావే రావే బాల (29) మోహిని (30) బావంటే బావ (31) బ్లేమర్ (32) రాణి, IPS (Telugu) (33) తెలుగు పాటలు, 100+ (34) వీర విశాల్ (35) దయ్యాల గోల (36) మినిస్టర్ ప్రేమ్ (37) ముళ్లబాట (38) చిట్టి కథల లోకం (39) బుజ్జాయికి చిట్టి కథలు (40) పసందైన బాలల కథలు (41) సామెతలు. (42) ఒక్కసారి మోహిని (43) 80 రోజుల్లో భూప్రదక్షణ (44) సాయిసంకీర్తనామాల (పార్ట్శ్ 1,2,3,4,5) (45) ఆగిన గుండె (46) TELUGU SONG LYRICS AND MINI STORIES (COLOR PHOTOS)
Address: Plot No. 37, Anupuram, ECIL Post, Hyderabad-500062 Telangana State – India
my monsters of spring
in the rains of unbearable loneliness
are drowning
***
the mastodons of the dead tongue pull the corpse of a harsh
scream from the grave and put it in our ears
harpies of misfortune gnaw at the skin of the chitin in which we live
dead language
dead chitin
the soul is alive
***
memory envelops us as we used to be
memory envelops us with our former
which of the moments of paint will fall to us in the future
which of the moments of spring will fall to us in the future
fingers on the hands became screams
fingernails torn off
the future is gone
the future is red
***
sakura gave me silence
the flowers of the soul open
and the sky is bright
***
angels fall asleep
mafia wakes up
the sky is melting like ice cream
life melts like the sky
shots play catch up
bodies play hide and seek
one two Three
children's play adults
four five six
death flies
***
fragments of thoughts in an iron eye
finger pharynx
hiroshima is a city in japan where once people
liked to watch movies
scar of loneliness at the moment of death
cylinder-like neck
mushroom people grow into the ground
everything around merges into mush
the lesson of honesty is drowning in tears
***
pathology of meaning
air puff
an apology for hate
blood of flowers
and everywhere death death death
***
sauna burns under the sun
steam resembles a fungus of a nuclear explosion
***
fire
light
flames
live wire
devouring element
all around red
***
soul tulips
worry in heaven on earth
dead souls
***
pay per soul
my iron son bathes himself in the bath
weeping indulgence
tin soldiers turn to ashes
money bodies
life becomes a hunt for yourself
∞∞∞
silence signs
look like death
***
crunching tree branches
under your feet
autumn dreams
***
What did I do while nuclear plants grew like mushrooms
Probably scolded the daughter beat the cat
Dragged a piece of halva
Filled the chambers with gas
And did not notice how my daughter turned into
In the Virgin Mary
And I don't know how to deal with her now
***
Birds sing in the language
of silence that they have nowhere
to return from warm lands
***
Metal birds live longer than meat birds
I wish I didn't become a robot
I want to become a slave, but not God
I want to be a god
It's best to be a bird
Rainy Story
That envelope has arrived
The news came about the release of Monsoon Mail
dry earth melting with juicy touch of water.
Monsoon season is busy now
thousands of drops are falling reckless
cloudy sky is scary with thunder.
The wind blows like a river
wetting the ground swaying drops
dancing on the dance table of mud.
Monsoon is tying the waist now
jumping against the hot heat in the hot sun
Hold on, rain and shine.
Monsoon dropped on the swaying leaves
under the stagnant water, the vortex is moving
Swallowed all the cottage gardens young crops
Millions of tears are mixed in the turbid current.
The house of love and happiness is floating, sidewalks and bridges
Houses and neighborhoods along the river
where are you?
may this monsoon stay for ever...
