What is happiness for you?

Everyone imagines happiness differently, but the scope of this concept is much wider than our scope of thinking and it cannot be expressed in a single case. Let's say that the birth of a person
is happiness, marrying someone you love is happiness, and having children is happiness. Also, receiving parental blessings is happiness for a child, to have a car, to build a house, to achieve some other dreams... They are, all of them can be happiness for some people. 

These states, which people know as happiness, can be continued as long as they want. But there is such happiness among them that to be a guest of it is a great example of perfection. This is to be loyal to the Motherland, to show self-sacrifice for the development of society, peace, and tranquility of compatriots. Also, happiness can be, to love people, to look at them impartially, with the eyes of love, to recognize that everyone is a person like himself and that they are equal
before the Creator. Even greater happiness for me is that I am a young generation of a peaceful country called Uzbekistan.

The word "Motherland" itself has a broad meaning. Our world is one of the meadows, where nature is our land, and faith in God is a blessing. Unfortunately, many estimate happiness to be wealth in this life. Wealth is not an indicator of happiness. For example, a great Russian scientist saw his happiness in creating rockets. He lived by eating leftovers from kitchens. But even in such conditions, he considered himself happy. Being full can be a small factor in feeling happy.

Satisfying human needs at least to a moderate level also creates the basis for happiness. Sometimes even people who have enough of everything feel unhappy. What should people do to feel happy?

Coming into this world as a human is happiness, and leaving it as a human is even more happiness. Nonetheless, we are not always able to appreciate the value of happiness. Getting up early to see the sunlight and breathing every moment of our life is unlimited happiness. It's about being able to feel it and enjoy the blessings of the world.

"Happiness cannot be traveled to, owned, earned, worn, or consumed. Happiness is the spiritual
experience of living every minute with love, grace, and gratitude." 
-- Denis Waitley

Why should I cry?!

If I die my spirit flies to the sky 
If they cry with blue on the Earth they are him for I 
Say him that she's gone for coming back never- because she died 
Why do I have to cry, do they cry 

If friends have tears-causes are expressed 
We said it for the soul, or what or else 
This sadness stuck me into the darkness 
If any questions, say she flied to the sky 
Why do I have to cry, do they cry 

Bunches of the life throw away flowers 
The life of one flower is ending as bu(rgeon)d 
Making me feel that events in my heart 
They left me leaving such torture as peeks 
Nibble my inside-I became downward 
Why do I have to cry, do they cry 

Reason-memory(memento) martyr me by after by after 
Heart burning continuously (my mind) hurts (mine) my mind 
Versus winds standing my patience 
Roars saying "oh" - tough protestation
"Don't cry" they say, flower glamourous 
But cannot say we don't make you cry, tongue wonders 
Left me, won't come back that sweetheart liar 
Why do I cry, do they cry 

Kindness in eyes, words without words 
Exists spark still, intends glowing 
But the possessor of fire burning another 
Every moment tells fiery words 
Getting away, not coming back my valentine-without tolerance, pert (without justice-fired) 
Why do I cry, do they cry 

Causing impatience they left me, of course 
Have you reached at your pointed distance, (at the end ?) destinations 
Did you deliberately hurt me, finally again (at the end) ? 
Or again brought me to the grain, at the end ? 
Oh my chosen valentine chose the other 
Have you left me forever - entirely end ? 
Yourself whisper, who could I make mine-my lovely anymore(then) ? 
Why do I cry, do (they) cry 

I will leave this world one day 
Right towards to my God, his forward (away)  
At that time He will give me Happiness huge endless 
I do live in the garden of Paradise with gladness 
My patience's travelled unending space 
Before it ends, impart(deliver) me to Your Ways 
Oh My God, I will go back to You, without any doubts 
I am Your servant(creature, prayer), I am (only, just) Yours  
Forgive my sins, My Lord who created, (I am thoughtless) 
You are aware and listener as well(also) with patience 
The time hasn't been taken down for us - mysterious 
Why do I have to cry, (but) do they cry 

My heart hurt, causing that satisfaction night 
I find my soul out dead at (next) that dawn 
No hearts to feel anymore then 
I will shut it (forever) till the end 
And that life unmatched and with locked hair 
From my Happiness into the moments 
Why is sadness finding spaces ?  
That annoyed(uneasy) psyche  is abandoned(ruin), insulted 
That fire is not for intolerant jack, anymore again 
Why do I cry, do they(he, all) cried...?!

Mukhlisa Safarova was born on August 13, 2001, in the Surkhandarya region of the Republic of Uzbekistan. She is 21 years old and has a deep interest in poetry. She is the author of numerous poems, songs, stories, and articles. Currently, she is a second-year student at the University of World Economy and Diplomacy. She was awarded the Peace Ambassador nomination in a competition organized by the Iqra Foundation and has served as a representative of the SPCS organization in the United Kingdom, as well as a Global Education representative for Wisdom University, earning certificates and winning various competitions and contests.

Dinner in Colombo

He’s having

An egg kottu

At a random place

On Galle Road

In Colombo,

Trying to

Hold back

This massive smile

As he eats,

He loves

Sri Lanka.

Taylor Dibbert is a writer, journalist, and poet in Washington, DC. “Invictus,” his debut poetry collection, is due out in January 2024.

This Doesn’t Take Place In Florida

I live alone in the woods but
I am still less alone than
Most people in human history
Because I have a phone

In a few days I will go to a funeral
In a big city
Where someone will tell me his life story

He grew up in Florida
Has returned to Florida
It was hard for him in Florida

Which sounds exactly like
Everywhere else 

I have been to Florida
But not for a long time
So it is not part of my life story
But most people have the same life story
If you just insert your own details
Mentally replacing “Florida” for
Your personal “Florida”

I have considered my life 
In its totality and strangeness
More recently than I’ve been to Florida

So basically I was in Florida

If Florida is a metaphor 
For the place where things happened 
In your life story
Instead of it being the state called Florida

Sometimes I wait for a new life
I wait for it to emerge from the trees
I wait and I wait
And it does not appear
But that does not dissuade me
From trying again at some point in the future

At a funeral people will try and tell
Someone’s life story
Since that person is not there to tell it
They do a decent job usually
Considering it is not possible



 

The World Where it Rains


The rain is continuous and forever
Nobody knows how long it has been raining
It has been raining since we can remember
So long that now we don’t call it raining anymore

In the raining world I decide I will
Quit my job and move far away
Then go grocery shopping
To celebrate
That it will always rain

Before anyone speaks to me they are beautiful
In the aisles they are being beautiful
They have come out of the rain to be with me
And we will frolic among the groceries

But then they speak to me
And ruin it all

I think of the specific flavor of candy I want to buy
And I can’t recall the brand
Or maybe they don’t make it anymore
So yes, we can want things that are gone I guess

We unconsciously pine for the sun
That we no longer even remember
Or who people could have been
Before they started talking

I think about
When I move and
When this is no longer “my” store
I will love it so fucking much then
But not before then 

Somehow
That night it stops raining when
I am at the gas station
It is just me and the gas station
Oh and also the guy that works at the gas station
I remember that I miss everyone who is not me and the guy at the gas station

In the world where it is not raining now
It can be different
Because when something changes you know
It has just begun changing
And soon it will be the rest of everything changing
Forever
And it will continue this way
And I will move far away
And be in the sun


 

Leaves (Leaves)

A mental image of me covered in leaves
Exponentially decreasing in size relative to the pile of leaves
Completely minimized by nature (leaves)
Until eventually everything else becomes secondary to leaves

To the massive foliage dome of leaves
Nothing else matters but the leaves

But these are just imagined leaves 
I made up for this poem 
So there are no leaves actually

And the world is as it is 
And I say it is a pile of leaves
In a poem about leaves

Which is to say
Metaphorically and not literally so

No Word for It

There’s a paradigm of friendship between females

named sisterhood,

there’s a paradigm of friendship between males

named brotherhood.

The paradigm of friendship (everything up

to but not including sex) between people

of opposite sexes is a siblinghood unnamed,

but let’s call X.

The shattered man may win sympathy

from an unaccountably friendly woman,

feel her reviving his cadaver piecemeal,

feel her magnetize selectively

the fragments of him no more posthumous –

which shards, recalling prior composition

commence re-congelation now anew,

undevastated and rejuvenated.

What present could be gentler or more tender,

what surprise could nullify such grief?

What sweeter gift than life might some girl render –

who may withhold frustrate desire’s relief?

Remember how she loved you as a human

who cannot be your lover as a woman,

return her love in kind with some acumen,

flirt up some other babe.  And watch your groomin’.

That Isis-girl who caused your resurrection

deserves your love to verge upon true X-hood:

all guys who have new life through her selection

experience enhancement of their sex-hood!

 COFFEEHOUSE TRANCE

Motto:  If the Pope is the poet of the Love God of Jealousy,

              the poet is the Pope of Desire

Sinking into trance of automatic writing,

nothing of the coffeehouse coming through

but nymph-visions passing or alighting,

the dazed transcriptionist receives the new

afflatus with confidence he’ll get it down

in efficient-est simplicity.

He sees two couples about the town

in the haven of youth’s felicity.

They start comparing parents’ love-lives:

one girl’s was riddled with infidelity,

jealous harangues tanked up in dives.

The other girl’s own folks’ terse civility

was all they could spare for one another

ever since the Mother’s found-out fling

a decade prior made just some other

platonic mockery of desire’s real thing.

Now one of the two guys being juggled by

those two girls had a Dad mostly gone

and a Mom who hooked a bit, the boy nearby

in the next room while the revels went on.

The second dude, friend of the girls’ other guy,

had parents who were ever deep in love,

met not each-other’s straying with some wry

possessive judgment, but forgave – above

all, each deferred t’other in own bod’s claims.

All four offspring, in their a-quatre menage

to remake human love, bent modest aims –

staring Venus’s decolletage….

Sinking into trance of automatic writing,

nothing of the coffeehouse coming through

but nymph-visions passing or alighting,

the dazed transcriptionist receives the new.

…

WE ARE AGAINST CORRUPTION

 AHMADJONOVA MUSLIM

 Student of the Faculty of Philology

 Abstract: This article discusses the fact that corruption is a powerful force that threatens the future of society and the nation and its history.

 Key words: corrumpo, “Unbiased gifts”, Holy Qur’an, Hadith-Sharif, HEMS program,

 Being is created so that it always keeps two contradictions in its bosom. For example, qualities such as good and bad, goodness and writing, justice and injustice are always alive in people. They cannot be completely destroyed, indeed, but we have the ability to prevent their occurrence.

 Corruption is a powerful force that threatens the future of society and nation. It did not appear today or a few years ago. Its roots go back to the scenes of history. First of all, if we focus on the meaning of this word, Corruption – (Latin: corrumpo – bribery) is the practice of directly abusing the rights granted by an official for the purposes of personal enrichment. . It is completely wrong to think that there was no corruption in the past centuries, because we can see various forms and traces of corruption. Although it was not formed as paper money, since ancient times, jewelry, gold and silver, or animals were “gifted” to high-ranking people in order to gain power in the tribe or to occupy a certain position in the state system. If we look at the past of ancient Rome, even people were among these gifts. “Impartial gifts” destroyed not only human dignity, but also the entire society.

Although it was not called corruption in those times, historical sources testify that this process has existed since ancient times When a person commits to this cruel and terrible vice, he destroys not only himself, but also all the people around him.  An example of corruption is like a spider’s web.  Any insect caught in its web becomes food for the spider, and it is impossible to get rid of it.  It should be noted that this harmful phenomenon occurs in all countries, regardless of whether they are big or small, rich or poor. It does not choose space or time.

 There is no turning back for a person who steps into corruption, so who doesn’t like gifts and money that come without hard work?  Only a person with faith and education can know that such things are forbidden.  This phenomenon is turning into a vice as time goes by.  This vice is the cause of impoverishment of a person not only materially, but also spiritually.  What will be the future of young people who grew up eating the dirty food!?  Aren’t these young people the future of society and nation?  So, we are really ruining our future with our own hands!!  A true Muslim who adheres to the duties and sunnahs of his religion, who has acquired manners and education, does not step into bribery, the so-called corruption.  It was also revealed in the Holy Qur’an, which was the word of God: “Do not take other people’s property unjustly and do not bribe your governors from your property to take what belongs to others.”  Even the Bible says: “Do not accept gifts, because a gift makes the blind see and changes the truth.”  In the Hadith-Sharifat, it is mentioned that the bribe giver and those who receive it are cursed, and even the person who acts as an intermediary in the bribe will be cursed by God.

 Corruption destroys the nation’s destiny and national identity.  It prevents young people from being confident about the future.  People’s trust in the state will die.  A person who has been wronged somewhere, affected by corruption, may not return to this place at all, or he may return to this place intentionally to establish justice.

 Prevention and fight against corruption today a lot of work is being done.  In particular, on October 14, 2016, President Shavkat Mirziyoyev approved the bill “Combating Corruption” by the Oliy Majlis and entered into force on January 4, 2017.  A lot of work has been done in the education system, which is close to us and not far away.  For example, a new system has been devised in this field to prevent bribery and embezzlement of grades in the educational process.  All higher education institutions were gradually transferred to the credit-module system, and today in schools the daily.com program, and in higher education institutions, the HEMS program continues to work and provides transparency in the educational processes of many of our young people.  It is no exaggeration to say that these programs, which also ensure the effectiveness of teaching, have established justice in this field.  Such and many other effective works are spreading throughout our society and entering the soul of the people and the nation.  All methods are being used to fight corruption, as if it is not an area where corruption has not penetrated, and effective results are being obtained.

 If the movement is done from two sides, not from one side, the finish line will be reached faster.  In other words, we cannot fight corruption only through state bodies and effective laws.  Implementation of these laws is not only the responsibility of the state, but also of us.  It is the duty of every educated and moral person to eliminate corruption where we see it, not to touch it and not to step on this path, and by developing legal awareness throughout the society and acquainting each person with his personal rights.  we will have eliminated the initial stage of corruption.

 We young people are against corruption.  We will create a just and great future, and on this way, the President’s trust in us young people, as well as every action they take for our people, the decisions they make, and our Constitution, which is the source of our happiness, will be the guide.  Let’s fight corruption together.  Together we will become an invincible force!

Akhmadjanova Muslimakhon Anvarjon’s daughter was born on April 19, 2003 in Torakorgan district, Namangan region, Uzbekistan.