Plan:

1. Let’s make dreams come true together.

2. Life without dreams is boring.

3. My dreams are my life.The most important question is who do you want to be? It doesn’t matter if someone tells you: “It’s impossible.” It doesn’t matter how many such people you meet in your life. The most important thing is that you are the only person who says these words.

Know that even if you are on the right path, even if they step on you, even if you do not move, even if you sit on the road! Don’t waste your life on trivial things. Be interested and strive with your being for something higher than you, higher than your experience. go on, your life is like that.

Every person, without exception, has the power to move towards his dreams and imagination. Every time you allow yourself to dream about something great, you allow yourself to be evaluated, your self-esteem is strengthened, and you allow yourself to be more helpful and proud.

Such dreams improve your self-image. Buy confidence in yourself. They will increase your personal self-respect, internal pride and emotional level. High dreams and high imaginations have a power that enlivens us, inspires us, and encourages us to act faster than before.

for this to destroy your dreams into traps. The first life is a big trap: “Never allow yourself to think that it is over!” Know that if you don’t follow your dreams, no one will do it for you.There is nothing more interesting in our life than walking towards our dreams. The hopes of a person who ignores and forgets his dream will be dashed. People who have not forgotten their dreams stop for a while and ask themselves the following questions:

– Am I pursuing my dream?

Such people know that they can plan their future. They build a decent life for themselves. The more we dream, the more power we have. A wise man said: “People often do not want to believe that they have everything they need to become the person they want to be.” That’s why they get used to what they don’t deserve, and we forget that it is necessary to pay a fee to achieve a dream.

Many times we make many goals in life but we do not try to achieve them. A simple example is that your goal is to study at a higher educational institution, and your biggest dream is to become a mature and good doctor in the future. Now, in order to achieve this dream, first of all, you need to pass the university entrance exams. For this, you need to go to a tutor or take additional classes to prepare for the exam. This, in turn, requires a certain amount.

From this we can see that you have to pay a price to achieve your dream. Therefore, a simple formula arises by itself. That is:

Goal+Payment=Dream

There are different dreams in human life. Small dreams and big dreams. All this is a dream.

I Saida Ismoilova was born on January 10, 2005 in the village of Ovshar Hazorasp district Khorezm region.

 Currently, I am a 1st-year student at Berdaq State University.

I am currently engaged in writing books, and I have been preparing to publish my books.

A TERRIBLE DAY

(The story about a fearful incident that happened in Sardoba, Syrdarya region of Uzbekistan)

Aunt Anora got up early in the morning and went into the yard. The yard was sprinkled with water, the smell of basil wafted around, and the bride was trying to bake bread until everyone woke up. The aunt walked towards the yard and went to the house which was built for her youngest son. The house was finished, but there were still some drawbacks. She struggled to build the house on her own, because her husband was dead a few years ago, but her children also looked after her. She really missed his advice. Aunt Anora has not shed tears so far, but today she cried a little because of some reasons.

Taking thought, she could not see how her grandson Fayzullah was coming. His calling her like “Bubidon” makes her happy. Every time she was with her grandson, and this time the sweet voice of this little boy made her wonder. She thanked God for his presence. Anora wanted to make a spectacular wedding for her youngest son and to pamper grandchildren. In fact, this was the dream which she had with her husband.

Heated bread was just baked. Aunt took two loaves of bread and went to her neighbors’ house and gave to them. Despite the fact that they disagreed, she let them to take the loaves of bread:

• Bless my daughter-in-law, God willing, second bride will be just like she.

Everyone gathered around the table. After breakfast, the members of family went to work. Aunt Anora and her grandson stayed at home.

***

In the morning Aunt Anora woke up because of a terrible scream. She tried to turn on the light, but she could not find a place to switch on it. The screams got louder, the voices made her more anxious. Someone slammed the door and she was not able to manage and say who it was. There was her youngest son Mirkomil:

• Mother, are you okay?

The mother was confused for a moment, she did not understand what her child was saying. Mirkomil took her hand and she saw Fayzullah sitting in his father’s arms in the yard and her daughter-in-law running from place to place, not knowing what she was doing, what she was getting, what was happening.

– Mum, hurry up, hurry up. Sardoba… Sardoba is cracked, – Mirsadik could not say another word. He tried to say something but he was not able to.

– Mirkomil, hurry up, brother, hurry up, – putting Fayzullah, he ran into home, tried to pack the various things as soon as possible and urged his wife to hurry:

– Did you get our passports, Komila, did you get passports? Mum, faster, faster!

Neighbors’ voices came from outside, and they cried to one another to hurry, that if they could not leave from there soon, they would be in trouble, so they called everyone to hurry. Furthermore, the police cried by urging people to leave their homes as soon as possible and that time was running out.

Mirsadik hurried, carrying a bag with his son in one hand and a small amount of money and passports in the other, followed by him Komila brought her son’s clothes, and Mirkomil also tried to take something what he saw. They went out the gates. A bus arrived to evacuate people, and the neighbors were getting on the bus one by one.

Mirsadik started looking for his mother. Aunt Anora was gone, he looked around, searched among the people, but her mother was gone. He went back to their house, then to mother’s house to find her, but there was no one. Then he cried: “Mother!”, but there was no sound. He walked towards the yard, went into their bake house, went into the kitchen, shouted “Mother”, and from the yard “Yes, son,” came a silent voice. Aunt Anora was sitting in the house, which had just been built for Mirkomil. She was daydreaming, imagining her future bride, remembering her difficulties which were during the life.

– Mother, what are you doing here? Mother, let’s go, we must leave, – said Mirsadik, trying to bring her up.

– No, my son, I am not going, leave me, I will sit at home, I am not going anywhere, kiss my dear Fayzullah, I love you, – aunt Anora insisted that she will not go.

– No, mommy, you will go with me, if you do not go, we will not too. Let’s go, mother, we need you, mom, let’s go,- said Mirsadik.

At that time Mirkomil came and they left their beloved home getting on the bus.

During the way aunt Anora could not think or imagine anything, she did not stop praying for a minute, she could only wish good luck to her nation, brothers, children…

A terrible situation had happened…

Uzbekistan state world languages university                                                                                         the third year student of the faculty of English Philology                                       Boboeva Bakhora

In fact, eloquent people who give speeches on big platforms and can freely express their opinion in front of the public are born with this talent “infected” by God. One out of ten people who do not shy away from the public eye can be found today. So, is it possible to overcome this fear and what are the methods? Let’s discuss this topic!

 First of all, we should treat this quality as a talent, because every person has a unique and appropriate talent. After all, if he doesn’t do it himself, it’s useless! In the words of Hazrat Navoi, the psychology of people who speak “little and nothing” is generally more subdued than others. In some cases, this condition is explained by the inability to express one’s thoughts and speech in the language – written speech is good and oral speech is not well developed, while in others it is defined as a character that is passed from generation to generation. This is also the reason why the verb “pulled to so-and-so (grandfather, father…)” is used.

 But on the other hand, in most cases, overcoming this fear is not “incurable”. In my opinion, a person who is afraid to express his words in front of an audience has grown up in an environment where his opinions are not listened to and his views are not taken into account. Only a child whose mouth is immediately closed when he tries to speak, and whose questions remain mostly unanswered due to neglect and indifference, can grow into such a panic-stricken person in the future.

 As a solution and conclusion, I would ask parents to listen to their children in any situation, to raise them in a free environment, not to set excessive limits and prohibitions… In addition, as a young representative of society, I recommend to my peers to read more fiction books and works. After all, there is no doubt that a person who has read a lot of books will have a fluent language, a fluent speech, and a clear life path.

 Davronova Lobar. Uzbekistan

Freeze

While the husband plunges in the needle.
While his wife’s pain takes flight.
While his girlfriend waits downstairs,
arranging roses. This is a house for secrets.
No one knows what happens in a corner.
She stands under the porch light.
Photographs the building across the street.
Its door is boarded up, dimpled with knotty pine
or bullet holes. The man reappears and she offers
a bowl of ice cream to him. He pushes the scoops apart.
Hands back the bowl full of winter. He’s waiting
for the thaw. That’s always the way isn’t it─
you agitate anything and it all comes down to puddles.

Different Kinds of Cold

The raw kind that will kill a fly overnight;
that delays buds, shoves them back to earth;
the frosty kind that helps the snow’s weight
tug bough to ground, so the buds persist—
sometimes unsure, like the freeze of our backyard flood,
sometimes deliberate, like the veins etched by blades
on the finished rink. We follow one another
in the kind of cold that bites, and having bitten,
leaves fingers and earlobes with a childhood memory
we return to years later, convinced there was something
we left behind, something we would recognize
if we ever saw it again.

Cheryl Snell’s books include several poetry collections and the novels of her Bombay Trilogy, but her most recent writing has appeared in Does It Have Pockets? Switch, Gone Lawn, Your Impossible Voice, Necessary Fiction, Pure Slush, and other journals. A classical pianist, she lives in Maryland with her husband, a mathematical engineer.

Today the post-
woman brought
me the ceiling
of the Sistine
Chapel. Dam-
aged in transit,
so I’m having
it repainted. A
really dark
blue, & then
I’ll paste some
stars on it.
*
Today the post-
woman brought
me three
of the four
humors. “Sorry
about the
missing one,”
she said,
phlegmatically.

Today the post-
woman brought
me a book en-
titled What is
Peripheral
Vision? I didn’t
see her come
into view.
*
Today the post-
woman brought
me the catalogue
raisonné of a
Flemish Master
who doesn’t
yet exist. I’ve
conceptualized
his creations
with the names
that are listed in
the catalog. I’m
still working on
his creation, am
using that fictional
detective from
Los Angeles as
his working name.

Today the post-
woman brought
me a lifesize full-
color effigy of
Donald Trump. I
put it in the back-
yard to keep the
fruit bats at bay.
My plan backfired.
So much orange
that the fruit bats—
dare I say it?—
went bananas &
have started
arriving in ever-
increasing numbers.

ink ink ink & we leave it

lemon face
thoughts, maybe


—


tomorrow counts for corn

june goose

legendary large
amounts of truck stop


—


voices in the mire

howdy, dave!

centimeter schwa
chaco canyon


—


[major houlihan]

beginning &
lake toe supreme


—


five-doppler footlong

three flowers later

pecos
pecan
pecos


—


bio/graf

J. D. Nelson’s poems have appeared in many publications, worldwide, since 2002. He is the author of ten print chapbooks and e-books of poetry, including *Cinderella City* (The Red Ceilings Press, 2012). Nelson’s first full-length collection is *in ghostly onehead* (Post-Asemic Press, 2022). Visit his website, MadVerse.com, for more information and links to his published work. His haiku blog is at JDNelson.net. Nelson lives in Boulder, Colorado, USA.

Nowadays it is common for young people to travel to far-flung places to study. This essay will argue that despite the fact that it often leads to financial difficulties, it is far more advantageous to study in places that are far away from one’s parents because it leads to independence. 

Young people frequently face financial problems if they decide to enrol in a degree course in a distant town. This is because it is no longer possible for them to live in their parents’ house, and they, therefore, have to pay for their own accommodation as well as utilities and food. This can come as quite a shock for many young people who have never had to pay a bill in their lives. For example, in this country, it is common for young people in this situation to take on part-time jobs so that they can pay their expenses while at university, and perhaps the most popular such job is being a waiter in a restaurant or bar.  

The great advantage of studying in a far-off place is that it allows young people to experience what it is like to be independent of their families. In many Western countries, it is humiliating for someone over the age of 18 to have to ask their parents for money and also to not be able to live their life the way they want to because they have to live by their parents’ rules. Leaving the family home allows them to choose whatever lifestyle they want and not be under any influence from their elders. For instance, at universities in the UK, it is noticeable that students who are no longer living in their parents’ houses mature more quickly than those who are still living at home, and this is clearly because they cannot depend on their parents and must instead embrace their newfound independence. 

In conclusion, travelling to a distant place to study might be financially challenging for those who have just left their childhood home, but the advantages of being independent far outweigh that drawback.

Shabnam Shukhratova

8th grade student of school 21, Navbahor district, Navoi region. Her creative works have been published in international anthologies. She is the holder of international certificates.