Parents are the people who worked hard for us to grow up, always thought of us, and fed us without eating. We must learn to appreciate our family members. Because if we don’t appreciate them now, we won’t regret their absence tomorrow.
Nowadays, some children live separately from their parents or take their parents to nursing homes. These people are those who have lost their innocence and childhood. Such vices are not suitable for human beings. ! It means someone.
We know that there are families that are similar to these families. Of course not!
Some children become rich and lose their poverty and become arrogant. First of all, they don’t see how hard their parents have worked. Parents run for their children, but instead of being thanked when they grow up, they cannot live comfortably.
I came to the conclusion from this essay that no matter how much you achieve and become arrogant, if you don’t respect your parents, none of it is useful. The more good you do to your parents, the more rewards you will get in the next world.
Hey sea, take me in your arms How much I love you Even though I can’t fit in a big city I’ll tell you everything.
Hey sea, calm reigns in you The waves don’t crash, go to the shore The dawn when people are striving for the shore Take me far away.
Hey sea, I’m rushing towards you High mountains stand between you Your destination is far away, the roads are long I will definitely go and find a way.
Hey sea, all the love is in you There is light, there is magic in your beauty You only listen and laugh quietly Because you have love, loyalty, and affection.
Hey sea, you live in my imagination The waves beat softly in my heart I know! You have been waiting for me, sea I will go to you, I am close.
If Love Is Folly…
“If love is folly, I’m your fool. Give him
your pity, not your hate,”
he said upon the Junebug’s shell.
The ring of fire rounds the house.
Prevarication’s not your vice: you speak
black truth to summer’s eye.
You are not always loved for this. The
wanton greensward pecks the grass.
Perhaps a throw of rug would toss the air
with whiskers, spiders, mice.
A dodehexahedron stands immaculate on
green fields of ice.
I cannot say. I cannot know. For I am
mad for you, you know.
I break to justice, loss, and fate.
I litter pillows with my tears,
am lost in the forest of the years,
and no birds listen to my name.
And yet I have of wisdom won these few
aspersions to its rule.
Have you a right to happiness in this
one life you only know?
There is no other where but here;
the trick is catching fireflies before
they cinder to the skies.
Be kind to the thing that you call “me,”
you will be kind to humanity.
We are lost in the labyrinth
of time and space; infinity
is eternity’s other face.
Power, wealth and fame are phantoms,
and love is a beautiful illusion.
The distant battles end in war,
and there is the mouth of the cave. I feel
the thread that will save me from
the Minotaur.
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Christopher Bernard’s book The Socialist’s Garden of Verses won a PEN Oakland Josephine Miles Award and was named one of the “Top 100 Indie Books of 2021” by Kirkus Reviews.
Nizomova Ismigul Zarif qizi, Shakhrisabz State Pedagogical Institute Master’s student
Meeting
Eyes meet. The boy smiles at the girl. The girl noticed it. His heart began to beat as if it had burst out of its sheath. He slowly looked at the ground and asked permission from his companion.
Wow, man was created and he is destined to descend into a place of testing called the world. Man’s life, love, career and even death is a test. Only the Almighty knows the greatness and smallness of the trial and the level of his servant in the presence of God. But love was not a simple test either. It was a great test. It was a hard test. It was a test that every lover could not bear and could not receive his love. It was a test of pure love, similar to the test of Yusuf and Zulaikha. This is what the girl thought (she realized it when she grew up). Thinking about it, the girl was at a loss for words. He looked only into the eyes of the man in front of him. He looked into the eyes of his beloved Suigani, the one he couldn’t forget even after years, the one he hoped to be together in heaven after the separation of the world. The eyes in front of him smiled. The girl couldn’t laugh. The feelings are confused.
How must she feel, poor girl? He didn’t notice as he walked out of his office. What if we worked on the same team, if our gazes met every day. He didn’t even know how he stopped the car with such thoughts in his head. He cried on the way. From the window of the car, she admired the beauty of the countryside in her youth, where she dreamed of going as a bride when she grew up. But no such luck. I wish it were as beautiful as this scene! Sometimes ordinary eyes are not enough to notice beauty. To realize the truth of beauty, besides two eyes, one also needs sight, that is, the eye of the heart.
Among the people of our time, those eyes are a blessing given only to the beloved of Allah. “We didn’t get it,” the girl read. ‘Well, I was young, but he is a man. Are you happy now? Is the world beautiful without me for the man who once said the world is beautiful with me?
A few years ago, the girl noticed that the hardships, aches and pains in her heart began to affect not only her soul, but her body as well. He realized this again when he looked in the mirror in his room. Complaining of fever, headache, insomnia, he began to cry again in his dark room. Complaining to anyone. There is a reward for the pains that were not told to the mother. This girl has pains and sorrows that she has not even told her mother about. How can she tell her mother that the one love of her life, the God-given love of her life, has re-entered her life and begun to affect her feelings?
No! No! I can’t tell her. She records the sounds of her heart in her journal. She seals it to make it easier for her. Why is he smiling at me? Or laughing at me? Why was I surrounded by incomprehensible feelings: sadness, humiliation, crying, deceit?
I was someone who loved, fought and lost. That’s all. I confessed. My goal is near the valley of loneliness. He loves me as his slave.
Years later, she realized That the only one she should trust, love, rely on and tell of her suffering was Allah. Now, as always, she remembered a verse of her favorite song, “They don’t call him a rich man, he has no country, for he’s a piece of heart.” “Yes, I have no country to my liking. I must keep this wealth and riches pure and prepare to meet God who created me, loved me, made me love, tested me, blessed me and made me dearer than all.”
“In sha Allah, the trials of life will one day end. The answers to the exam will be tested. And we will be victorious. Our meeting will be beautiful. Because you saved your money, I kept my love in my heart pure, and because I was able to laugh in this life even if it was hard. My liquid! Go and enjoy the ocean of knowledge, your students. I said: “Allah. I have a sea of patience. With wishes for a beautiful meeting,” said the girl, entrusting her beloved to God, and went to sleep.