Θέμα:

الغَيث الماطِر

مرَّ عليَّ مرورَ السحابِ الثِّقالِ

المحمَّلِ بالغيثِ الماطرِ

أَسكبُ عليَّ العلمَ منهمراً من مَجمعِ البحرين

أسماؤُك الحسنى منبري

فيضُ حروفِك يتجلَّى لغةَ العرفانِ

وأحاديثُ قدسيّةٌ موثَّقةٌ في كتابِ النور

أُحدِّثُ خليلَ الروحِ عنك الذي يفهمني بلغةِ أهلِ السماءِ

لكنه يُصنِت ويصمتُ كأنَّه قدِّيسٌ في معبدِ النور

لأنَّه يعلمُ أنَّه لا يستطيعُ أن يُجاريني في الكلام

أُحبُّه وأبتغي منه الوصال

فهو وطنٌ لروحي المغتربة

وسط زخمِ الأرواحِ

التي لا أرى فيها سوى الظلام

إلهي، أسألك أن ترشدني بوحيك وإلهامك

فقد تغيَّرت نظرتي عمَّن حولي

وأنا الآن أنتظرُ منك الجواب

على أعظمِ سؤالٍ بيني وبينك:

من هم الوزراءُ الثمانية؟

تُسافر مهجة روحي إليك ترفرفُ

كأجنحةِ الحَمام، بمنسكي القائم 

في عالمِ الرَّحْموتِ والجَبَروت

صلتي بك؛ العبدُ يناجي ربه الملك العظيم

أُسافرُ في رحابِ ملكِك المخفي

إلى عالمِ الملكوتِ بوعي الأنبياءِ

أتهيأُ لأنطقَ بلغةِ أهلِ السماءِ

وأشهدُ أنَّ يومَ لقائنا الموعودِ

شاهدٌ ومشهودٌ

القصيدة بقلم الشاعرة الأميرة الهاشمية دنيا صاحب – العراق

The Rain of Grace

He passed by me like the heavy clouds,

laden with the rain of divine mercy.

He poured upon me knowledge, cascading

from the confluence of the two seas.

Your Most Beautiful Names are my pulpit,

and the radiance of your words manifests

as the language of divine gnosis.

Your sacred utterances are inscribed

in the Book of Light.

I speak to the beloved of my soul about You —

the one who understands me

in the language of the dwellers of Heaven.

Yet he listens in silence,

as though a saint within the Temple of Light,

knowing he cannot rival my speech.

I love him, and I seek union with him,

for he is the homeland of my exiled soul

amid the tumult of spirits

where I see nothing but darkness.

My Lord, I ask You to guide me

through Your revelation and inspiration,

for my vision of those around me has changed,

and now I await Your answer

to the greatest question between us:

Who are the eight ministers?

The essence of my soul travels to You,

fluttering like the wings of a dove,

toward my sanctuary standing firm

in the realms of Mercy and Might.

My bond with You —

a servant confiding in his Sovereign, the Almighty King.

I journey through the vastness of Your hidden dominion,

into the world of the Kingdom of Light,

with the consciousness of prophets.

I prepare myself to speak

in the language of the people of Heaven,

and I bear witness that

the day of our destined meeting

is both the Witness and the Witnessed.

Poem by the Hashemite Princess and Poet

Donia Sahib – Iraq

Problems in Today’s Education System and Their Possible Solutions

By: Hayotkhon Shermatova, Uzbekistan

Education is one of the most important pillars of any society’s progress and development. In today’s rapidly changing world, the education system faces a number of serious challenges that hinder the formation of an enlightened and skilled young generation. These problems are global in nature, yet they also have unique national aspects that demand attention and timely solutions.

Current Problems in the Education System

1. Outdated Teaching Methods

In many schools and universities, traditional, teacher-centered methods still dominate the classroom. Students are often passive listeners rather than active participants in the learning process. This approach limits critical thinking, creativity, and problem-solving skills—qualities essential for the 21st century.

2. Insufficient Access to Quality Education

There remains a noticeable gap between urban and rural areas in terms of educational opportunities. While cities may have well-equipped schools and access to digital technologies, many rural regions still lack basic resources, qualified teachers, and modern facilities.

3. Lack of Practical Skills Training

Education in many countries, including developing ones, still focuses heavily on theoretical knowledge. As a result, graduates often find themselves unprepared for real-world challenges, leading to a mismatch between education and labor market needs.

4. Overload and Psychological Pressure on Students

Excessive workloads, frequent testing, and the constant race for high grades can lead to stress and burnout among students. In many cases, emotional intelligence and mental well-being are overlooked in favor of academic performance.

5. Low Teacher Motivation

Teachers play a crucial role in shaping the future generation. However, low salaries, lack of professional development opportunities, and social undervaluation of the teaching profession lead to declining motivation and quality of education.

Possible Solutions and Reforms

1. Modernizing Teaching Methods

Integrating interactive and student-centered learning, such as project-based learning and digital education platforms, can make lessons more engaging and effective. Teachers should be trained to use modern pedagogical technologies that encourage creativity and independent thinking.

2. Equal Opportunities for All Students

Governments and educational organizations should invest more in rural and disadvantaged schools, providing internet access, libraries, and teacher training. Education must be inclusive and equitable.

3. Linking Education with the Labor Market

Collaboration between educational institutions and industries is essential. Introducing internship programs, vocational training, and entrepreneurship education will help bridge the gap between theory and practice.

4. Focusing on Mental Health and Well-being

Schools should promote a healthy learning environment where students feel emotionally supported. Incorporating mental health education and counseling services can significantly improve both well-being and academic success.

5. Improving the Status and Support of Teachers

Raising teachers’ salaries, providing ongoing professional development, and recognizing their societal value are critical steps toward enhancing the overall quality of education.

Conclusion

The education system is the foundation of a nation’s future. Solving its existing problems requires a collective effort—of governments, teachers, parents, and students alike. By embracing innovation, equality, and holistic development, societies can nurture a generation that is not only knowledgeable but also creative, responsible, and ready to build a better world.

Shermatova Hayotkhon Tojiddin qizi was born on September 18, 2002, in Mingbuloq District, Namangan Region. She graduated from Secondary School No. 38 in her district and later completed her studies in the Uzbek Language Department at the Faculty of Philology, Namangan State University. Currently, she works as a teacher of the Uzbek language at Secondary School No. 29, located in the “Yangi Hayot” neighborhood of To‘raqo‘rg‘on District.

From an early age, Hayotkhon has been fond of literature and reading. To date, she has read nearly 300 books. Her goal is to become a highly qualified professional in her field and to share her valuable knowledge and experience with the younger generation.

History

The strange submission of beaded stars

Falls on my back

I surmise a classical music strangely beautiful

It’s ringing is poised yet melancholy

The cuckoos nest is safe today

A sweet ecstasy of sun burnt smile

The flagrant dreams keep rolling

Tonight as it is known the songs will pray

For the fall of roman empire

Historic preservation is needed

The aura of narcotic mystery

The same time is preserved

It’s calling is a song perched halt.

Here is another day without you,

Hijran will punish this sick heart.

A night that cannot equal my dark heart,

What remains are the spaces left by the stars.

Here is another day without you,

My eyes are wide open, close to the river.

I’m still waiting because I miss you,

I feel a pang of pain in my heart.

Here is another day without you,

Today is passing, and tomorrow will pass.

Years may pass,

I always have your pictures on my page.

Here is another day without you,

Trust me, no one is waiting for you like I am.

Waiting is not difficult for this Sabrim,

Maybe I won’t be able to live without you.

Here is another day without you,

Tell me, how can I comfort this heart?

My longing cries are so sad,

My life is so sad now.

Navoi region, Navbahor district

Cleaning House

            It’s one of the oldest metaphors and it should be, since the job is never done in either case. After six years of formal study in philosophy, which followed more than a decade of religious indoctrination, I always wrongly believed I understood what it meant to “know thyself.” I probably did. But one must account for denial. No is often an overlooked necessity. I learned that when one joins a Buddhist monastery the first thing they hand you is not a manuscript of the Dhammapada, or any other scroll full of teachings. It’s a broom. I believed I had it figured out. 

I took a week off, and the first few days were working; spent; spent working. I cleaned the toilets, but I failed, because I needed cleansers. I cleaned the tiles in the bathrooms, but this necessitated a new need. More failure. But things were cleaner. I vacuumed. I needed the machine for that; more needs: more failure. But things were cleaner. Dishes. Laundry. Folded clothes. Swept the hardwood floors. Wiped down the counters. Dusted the shelves. Brought out the window cleaner and did the windows. I wiped clean the framed pictures in the office, the place where poetry does not begin, but the place it passes through, on its way from wherever it once was, to wherever I was, and onto wherever a reader was reading it. I have pictures of others, for inspiration, perhaps, or just for the pure aesthetics of it, on the walls of that office. After some blue spray and some wiping, Charles Bukowski never looked better. Ezra Pound was never more clear. I did the sheets, and wished one could do the same with the sheets in the printer: just wash it all away and start over, leave new stains, with more beautiful patterns, patterns more indicative of life-making or love-making, and less indicative of waste. 

It all looked very good as I walked about the place, though realizing it is never done, but realizing the joy and peace I experienced in just doing it. For 48 hours I held my metaphorical broom, and had found my place in my monastery. 

            Something felt incomplete still the same; something felt still; something felt the same. After cleaning off the glass that housed the framed images and art I moved on to the windows. And then I looked in the mirror. And I realized, my work here is not only unfinished, but that I had hardly begun. 

It was a very dirty mirror, it still needed cleaning, but only when I looked into it. The surface was fine.

Andrew Brindle (plain)

Christina Chin (italic)

after the sirens

slogans and marches

a breath, then a choice

decisions made without 

parliament consent 

voices echo

through algorithms and bots

truth grows silent

chips export ban 

see you at the new low

screens glow of wars

streamed in high definition

who can look away

they blame the victim 

and praise the aggressor 

borders close

yet the seasons change

and the river flows

stopping deportations

because they need workers

rich men dream of Mars

yet here, our hopes

burn in the dust

no funds for 

the homeless 

UZBEK GIRLS — THE MIRROR OF THE NATION

Ismoilova Gulmira

Master’s student at Termez State Pedagogical Institute

Uzbek girls are the heart of the people, the honor of the nation, and the delicate bridge between tradition and modernity. Since ancient times, they have held an important place in society through their modesty, patience, intelligence, and kindness. Looking back through history, the courage of Tomiris, the devotion of Barchinoy, and the wisdom and eloquence of Uvaysiy prove the immense strength and spirit of Uzbek women. Today’s Uzbek girls are the descendants of these great ancestors — they have found their place in science, art, sports, education, and every sphere of life.

For us, national identity is not merely about clothing or decoration; it is the dignity in the heart, the honesty in the conscience, and the devotion to language, people, and the honor of the Motherland. The Uzbek girl’s words reflect sincerity, her gaze — modesty, and her walk — upbringing and grace. While mastering modern sciences and digital technologies, she remains faithful to her national values, to the spirit of her ancestors, and to the lullabies of her mothers.

The girls of Surkhandarya are the vivid embodiment of this national identity. This land — from ancient Termez to the picturesque Boysun, from sunny Denov to pure Sherobod and proud Oltinsoy — is a cradle of kindness and resilience. The eyes of Surkhandarya’s daughters reflect pride, their hearts — honor, and their speech — sincerity. They are hardworking in life, loyal in family, and active in society. Their modesty is upbringing, their patience — strength, and their love — the most beautiful virtue of the nation.

Today’s Surkhandarya girls are as brave as Tomiris, as wise as Uvaysiy, and as devoted as Barchinoy. They take pride in mastering modern knowledge and finding their place in the digital age. Yet, their greatest treasure is preserving their identity and national spirit. For the heart of an Uzbek girl will always remain bound to her mother’s lullaby, her homeland, and her people.

The girls of Surkhandarya are the living continuation of history, the pride of the nation, and the bright promise of the future. In their eyes lies hope, in their hearts — love, and in their honor — the dignity of the entire Uzbek people. As the descendants of Barchinoy, Tomiris, and Uvaysiy, they remain today the pride of the nation and the ornament of our Motherland.