You brought me into the world with hardship, dear mother
Sleepless at nights, whenever I was in pain
I know I still trouble you even now
But, mother, I love you
You have suffered so much because of me
But unlike others, you never gave me reproach
Protecting and cherishing me until now
You care for me even when you’re in pain
Your love overflows in your beautiful heart
You always remember the good I have done
Sadly, you have suffered much from me
Forgive me, dear mother, pardon me
Dilnoza Islomova is from Turtkul district in the Republic of Karakalpakstan. She’s currently a high school student and a future poet, who started writing small poems from a young age. She has read many books and is a curious girl who never stops growing and applies herself in every field.
For today’s youth, the ocean of opportunities is wide and full: studying abroad, building innovative projects, exploring creativity, traveling… Yet paradoxically, the more opportunities exist, the harder it becomes to decide. Every door seems open, but behind which one lies our true self?
Far too often, we adopt the dreams of others as our own — the expectations of parents, the “ideal” models of society, the polished lives we see online. These can bury our real desires, until one day we find ourselves walking a path that does not belong to us.
The art of finding yourself is about listening to your inner voice, discovering your values, and following your own path — even if others do not understand. This journey may be filled with more mistakes than successes, but those mistakes shape and define us. True success is not becoming what society calls “successful,” but creating a life where you remain authentically yourself.
@Iroda_Bozorboyeva_07 Baxromovna I do not want to be remembered as “She was born, she lived, she died.”
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A reflection on various hackings, and hacking attempts at, my raps (this is, indeed, the title)Some of these autocorrects******** FORCED upon me are redunkulous. Reductionist. My booty of work, my choice eyes. I’ll incel you
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Put it in. The sour CREAM. This is the hour of
Drags rule everything around messianic access. My bloods my rhythms. The beatnik excess
Pools like a car around my arm
Ours have politics greener than a big farm.
We ER like shisha, all the time
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Have it both ways, a loose ruler, eyes loose rupees, style
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I tor down the hail building. There is no fail: the bills dig.
Dog, the riches
Is dead. Off with their Hades. Stop worsting time, mate
Slip of fuel’s love. This is a grape dropped bit of who’s dove
Scries? Ponzi and the velveteen resolution. Every dreg in on so
Don’t Cry When the fires of longing start to burn, And pain inside your heart begins to churn, Don’t let it wound you, don’t let it stay, They’re not as brave or bold as you each day. Forget their words — let go, don’t let them in, They speak and speak, then fall silent again. Why heed their stings, their spiteful, bitter cries, When pushing forward makes them cease their lies?
Life… We stand in life’s trials, fierce and wide, In tunes that shift like the changing tide. At times we falter, bent by fear and pain, Our backs bowed low beneath the strain. But from Allah comes this soul we bear, And all we do, He makes it fair. Don’t ever think that I’m too plain — I’m sharp of mind, from Fergana I came!
AkramovG’ulomnazar Kamoliddin o’gli was born on April 10, 2008, in Qo‘shtepa district. He studied at School No. 30 in Qo‘shtepa district, later attended the former 1st Specialized Boarding School (IDUMI), and is currently a student in the 11th grade “Blue” class at the Specialized School of Margilan city.
Ghulomnazar Akramov has achieved numerous accomplishments. He is the recipient of over 150 international certificates and has actively participated in national competitions, earning more than 500 certificates, diplomas, and letters of appreciation. He is also the founder of several projects and has been an active participant in regional geography olympiads.
He achieved an 83% proficiency level in the Uzbek language and literature according to the BMBA (Bureau for Measuring Basic Achievement) assessment. His articles have been published in Kenya Times and Classico Opine newspapers in Kenya. His literary works have also appeared in the Reven Gage Zine book published in Germany, as well as on literary websites in Italy.
His book titled “The Generation of the Future” was published by Just-Fiction Edition and Amazon Online Store in the United Kingdom. He is a member of Smile, a national magazine; serves as the district coordinator of the “Dillmir” Youth Voluntary Organization (EVH); deputy regional coordinator of the “Intilish” Youth Organization in Fergana region; and was the third-party nominee of the “Shijoat” Youth Organization in the same region.
Currently, he is the Head of “Golden Wings” in Fergana region and the Chairman of the “Council of Young Reformers” of Fergana region. He is also a member of the Juntos Por Las Letras writers’ association in Argentina and works as an editor for the national “Ijodkorlar” (Creative People) journal.
If a person sets one goal in their life, no force can stop them….
1. The goal is to never give up.
2. The goal is to not forget the initial goal.
You tried to do something… But it didn’t work out… it didn’t work out, never complain, be patient. Every failure should encourage you. Get up and try. The result will be better than you expected.
We know that no matter how big the door is, it can be opened, and this is, of course, an effort. You should achieve such success that those around you will talk about your victories, not yourself. Only then will your willpower and effort develop even more…
Throughout my career, my students have asked me one question a lot.
—Teacher, who and what inspires you the most?
— I can get motivation from everyone and everything.
But throughout my career, there are magic words that wake me up every morning and help me teach my students…
Excuse me, if necessary, your colleague, who you have worked with for thirty years, sometimes rushes through the school threshold, even when the distance between you is only 10-15 meters, saying, “Okay, I’ll see you when I get inside,” but he’s waiting for me, he’s always waiting, now and in the future…
You might be wondering, what are these words? These are magical and shining words like the sun…
The words “WELCOME” written on the forehead of our school…
Tashkent region. Piskent district. Primary school teacher of secondary school No. 14 ASHIROVA DILRABO ERMATOVNA.
Grace Lee, a high school student in Seoul, South Korea, is passionate about words. Whether crafting stories or poems, she blends her unique perspective with the vibrant culture of Seoul. Excited to contribute to the literary landscape, Grace’s writing reflects the universal themes of adolescence in a big city.