PATIENCE IS THE KEY TO HAPPINESS

The window is open. It’s cloudy outside, but nice weather. Inside, a girl was sitting silently, staring at the window. Silence covered the room for a while. Naila brought a bowl of food and a glass of water into the room and was even more saddened by her daughter’s condition. The fact that her mother was constantly acting on her behalf, and she was only a spectator, made Komila feel sick. The reason for this was that Komila was in a serious car accident when she was young. At that time, as if it was not enough that Komila lost her legs, she also witnessed the death of her father in front of her eyes. Since then, Komila has been helpless in her mother’s arms. Years have passed. He was studying in the school of his peers, and was playing and laughing in the arms of his parents. Every day, Komila cried to herself, “Why am I living?” His mother was raising him with difficulties. There was no one but Komila’s daughter. Naila lived by selling somsa in the market every day. Months passed, then years. It’s still the same.

       One day he was buying somsa in the market as usual. A man who had been watching her from a distance came up to Naila curiously. Naila was dressed in plain clothes. When Naila asked, “come on, do you need somsa”, the man answered Naila, “yes” and bought it.

     The man started coming to get somsa every day. They became like sisters with Naila. One day that man asked Naila a question:

    – Sister, we have known you for a long time, but I don’t know much about you. But you have become like my sister. Please tell me about yourself.

        After some imagination, Naila began to tell everything that happened to her. After listening to everything that happened in silence, that person said to himself:

       “Why did I know this woman from before and did not ask her about herself, what kind of days have passed since the beginning, why wasn’t I interested earlier” – he asked himself.

        That person quietly held Naila’s hand:

   – Sister, walk with me, I will take you somewhere – he said. Naila continued to walk with that person, surprised. They came to a big place. Naila asked that person: “Where did we come from?”, and the person said that this is your house from today. Naila, who could not stop herself from excitement, refused. He tried hard to give this big house to Naila. But Naila resisted a lot and finally gave in. Naila felt very uncomfortable. The man looked at Naila and said: “From today you are my sister, and Komila is my sister.” Hearing these words, Naila burst into tears. He remembered the days he spent. Even after the death of his master, everyone turned away from him. When he needed help, everyone left him alone. After a while, the man did everything he could to heal Komila’s legs, and Komila started walking. Naila’s joy was so boundless that she could not fit herself into this bright world. He was supposedly an angel sent by Allah Naila in exchange for this patience.

   The happiness that came after patience was a miracle of God.

I am Akramova Shiringul Furqatjon, I was born on October 28, 2004 in Sirdarya district of Sirdarya region. Women’s All India Technical Skill Development Council Organization and I am a member of the National Human Rights and Humanitarian Federation.

my nose says 'frost' to the rest of me




a three-crow caw alarm




the old age moon's lousy company




the broken intermolecular bonds in the water the plum twig sips




cutting the mouse tail off the white turnip




he took his blood-blisters into the next world




flybys to the outer planets: dumpster dives for the Son of Man




the extinction of languages right up to this shoo-be-doo-da-day




Saturday morning: negotiating the release of a tree frog




when they caught him, he was knighting sunflowers with a switch




Oh, the Dardanelles of sleeplessness




the soft tread of a Shawnee hunting party: city sirens




making a wish on the star atop her parochial school paper




deep in tinseled thoughts of long ago




I was sitting next to one of those zero sum guys who wouldn't hurt a fly

On the Sights

All must not be outer sights
Some hidden in mind
Lay before us vivid
By closing the eyes
We like to look before
Like to look after
What is driven by us today
Represents tomorrow reflecting another way 
Recollection is pathos or happiness 
It's like a mirror to make the future better
In this glorious world of thought
We always try to overcome the problems
Like swimming under water to cross the border
This way or that ---- 
The stars over head always guarding us
Guarding from back to the front
I think today for you 
You think tomorrow for me
The roses are blooming
The love sights awakens us the sense of growth
The sea-beaches, the hillsides, the tea gardens
Like the different culture of the world
They are talking something hidden 
That we understand or not.

Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh,
14 January, 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 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 being published in an International Online Magazine - Synchronized Chaos from America for seven years. 

Mom, I miss you

A feeling divides the heart
I wish my way was near
My heart still misses you
Mom, I miss you

Let me be a guest
I know what's in your heart
What else do you want?
Mom, I miss you

I don't sleep at night,
A sadness fills my heart
I don't know what kind of feeling it is?
Mom, I miss you

Every morning I open my hands to pray
I pray to God alone
Let him take you to his shelter
Mom, I miss you

Methods for improving reading skills of English learners

         Abstract: In this article reading types and proven steps that lead to improvement are given. To develop students’ overall comprehension and task achievement several reading tips are discussed and experienced. Tips and methods are so useful and collected in a different way.

        Key words: intensive, extensive, multiple choice, oral, aural.

        Learning English as a second language is one of the demands of modern society nowadays. As scientists divide English acquisition into 4 parts, reading is a more challenging and difficult. There are two types of reading: intensive and extensive; both of them are equally important for language learners. Intensive reading– this is intended for a specific purpose during English lessons. For instance, students are given a text and set different types of questions (gap filling, multiple choice, matching heading, etc.) They have to accomplish these tasks during the given time. Extensive reading- this involves learners reading for pleasure both in and outside the classroom in order to develop their general reading comprehension. Reading materials may differ, like either fiction, non-fiction, literature books or work-related documents, different articles, and newspapers, etc. In the first type of reading, student should do the followings:

*Pre-reading tips: Interactive approach (Estes, 1999)- a discussion leading which draws out the information that students already know and gives additional short information about a topic. Collecting data about question types, and text, looking through every passage.

*During-reading tips: Prediction, selection, usage of grammar, strategies (scanning, skimming, guessing from context and so on).

*After-reading tips: Summarizing, analyzing, working on mistakes, discussing the text, and answering questions orally/written.

These are 7 steps to be done regularly for general reading:

1. Read different types of materials (local magazines and newspapers);
2. Set time to read every day;
3. Make note-taking while reading;
4. Choose a good dictionary;
5. Read aloud (sometimes to memorize;)
6. Get the general gist of the text;
7. Read everyday news online.

For the second type of reading, students should read as many books as they want for  enjoyment. Initially, one should select the book that suits one’s level and start reading individually, and silently. Moreover, they only read it, not learn new vocabulary, task accomplishment and understanding. As a result of this, they become their better version, and expand their outlook. Even most students are motivated by works and they can improve overall language competence and learn new vocabulary automatically. Besides, they can develop their oral and aural skills, increase self-esteem and empathy. Students who read extensively will be more autonomous learners.

      In conclusion, if every single person follows learning strategies on a daily basis, they can feel the growth and increase. Reading skills are important not only in education but also in real life.

References:

1.Theory of reading. (29th March 2006). Iranian Language Institute Language Teaching.

2. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Extensive_reading

3. https://www.fluentu.com/blog/english/how-to-improve-english-reading/

4. https://kierandonaghy.com/seven-benefits-extensive-reading-english-language-students/

Asilabonu Sobirova was born in Karshi district of Kashkadarya region. She graduated school №52 with honors. Currently, she is a first-year student at Uzbekistan State World Languages University on the basis of a state grant. She is a participant of regional and district Olympiads. She is the owner of IELTS certificate. Her articles and poems were published in republican magazines and international anthologies. She is interested in writing poems and little narrations.
Additionally, she is keen on learning new languages such as Russian and Turkish.

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gets longer each year
 

another year

another birthday

 

another shot at

being oblivious

 

but every scar

tells a story that

gets longer each

year

 

some think i am

getting better

 

some wonder why

i'm still here

 

death and i dance

a few times each

week it seems

 

the closer we get

the harder it is to

let go

 

those piercing eyes

melt me every damn

time

 

one night, we'll close

this bar down and put

on a show in the

parking lot

 

two drunks madly

in love
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on a wednesday in january
 

another morning

spent in a rehab

facility

 

third time this

week

 

yet another

disadvantage

of not dying

young
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longer to mature
 

she doesn't laugh

at my dirty jokes

 

i remind her that

males often take

longer to mature

 

she gives me the

look

 

i believe that

means she's

quickly running

out of patience

 

if i have learned

anything over

all my years

 

it's when to just

shut the fuck up
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the phone sex buddy
 

i think of those three

in the morning phone

calls

 

whispers of passion

while hoping not to

wake up anyone in

the house

 

there's a certain

joy hearing a woman

scream at something

your imagination

was able to create

 

it would be even

more amazing if

she thought you

were capable of

doing anything

else

 

hell is falling in

love with the phone

sex buddy that never

ever thinks of meeting

 

or giving you the time

of day if you happen

to stumble into each

other on the streets of

any random big city

on the east coast
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followed by thunderstorms
 

spring in ohio is usually

a couple inches of snow

followed by thunderstorms

 

a few stories of murder

bank robberies and you

can't go a day without

someone abusing a child

 

i'd like to think we are special

 

but it's most likely our shit

stinks just like everyone else



J.J. Campbell (1976 - ?) is old enough to know better. He's been widely published over the years, most recently at Horror Sleaze Trash, The Beatnik Cowboy, The Asylum Floor, Misfit Magazine and Disturb the Universe Magazine. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. 

The Wagon

So Like a man inured to failure,
We climbed aboard the wagon,
And The driver, only the driver,

Began to listen as the cadence of our deprivation

—Thud. . .. Clunk. . . and so on-
-Infiltrated the wagon’s pores,
Starting with that first dirt road.
Our lives’ parasols disappointed us
When we shared sorrows
Without fancy titles,

while Reaping lethargy and frustration.
It wasn’t only the driver, or The horse, or Our heads

That looked meager;
The wagon’s outlook did too.

Translated by William M. Hutchins

She is a poet, teacher, editor, writer, and playwright born in Najaf, Iraq, in 1967, who now lives in the United States. Faleeha was the first woman to write poetry for children in Iraq.

She received her master's degree in Arabic literature, and has now published 26 books, her poems have been translated into English, Turkmen, Bosnian, Indian, French, Italian, German, Kurdish, Spain, Korean, Greek, Serbia, Albanian, Pakistani, Romanian, Malayalam, Chinese, ODIA, Nepali and Macedonian language. She is the Pulitzer Prize Nomination 2018, PushCart Prize Nomination 2019.
Member of International Writers and Artists Association.

Winner of the Women of Excellence Inspiration award from SJ magazine 2020, Winner of the Grand Jury Award (the Sahitto International Award for Literature 2021) 

One of the Women of Excellence selection committees 2023

Winner of Women In the Arts Award 2023
Member of Who's Who in America 2023
SAHITTO AWARD, JUDGING PANEL 2023
Cultural Ambassador - Iraq, USA
Email : d.fh88@yahoo.com