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.
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:
Read different types of materials (local magazines and newspapers);
Set time to read every day;
Make note-taking while reading;
Choose a good dictionary;
Read aloud (sometimes to memorize;)
Get the general gist of the text;
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.
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. HutchinsShe 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
MY RIVER PAINS
I want to smile...
And you are in the air...
Even though I am young,
I am one of those who have eaten a lot of this old world's morals...
It breaks you when it calls, it doesn't break itself...
It's interesting, then you will also become one of these decency sticks who do not try to say "yes"...
I can't...
Why?!
I am a servant in this world, if I make a mistake in the morning, I will be punished at noon...
The century of my day comes when I know my lesson...
And you know "Kilmish" but you don't know about "Kidirmish"...
I'm not smiling...
And you are still in the air...
Don't think it's easy for me. I've had pains you don't even know about, even times when I'm ready to give up on dinner. But you know what? I didn't, we all have choices. So don't ever take a wrong step, my dears!
I want to go far away, forget everything,
To the city that my dream calls to.
I want to go far away, irrevocably
I am alone with this poor soul.
What did my heart not see?
I'm not dead, I'm still alive.
This heart is pounded like a horn,
And yet the heart is still beating.
Fate breaks me, shakes me even,
It never stopped teaching.
Now I'm used to everything,
Tears did not stop crying.
This is my face when I smile
I have pains that no one knows about.
There are things I couldn't tell you,
Mom, so that you don't feel sad.
Every night I press my face to the pillow,
I was crying so much
With pain in the heart.
This is my face when I smile
I have pains that no one knows about.
I have a friend. We talk to him every day. His thoughts are deep and thoughtful. I don’t pay much attention to his words. I used to laugh at his wise words: “Don’t be so wise.” One day he said: “You should appreciate your parents, I envy you.” I understood all the pain in his tearful eyes.
There was an orphanage near our school. I pass by there every day, as long as I don’t pay attention. After this incident, I began to look at that place with a different look.
I saw a crying four-year-old boy. My steps led involuntarily towards the boy. As my hands gripped his tiny shoulders, I felt a surge of strength.
– Does the boy cry too, what’s the matter, little one?
– I saw my father. I ran, but they left without looking…
I wiped the tears on their faces and comforted them. In the child’s Byron language: the resounding word “father” – the image of “invisible fathers” raised many questions in my heart…
Gulsevar Khojamova
Uzbekistan, Student of Andijan State Pedagogical Institute
