Dapplings

A ravenous morning full of braided sparkles
The dream daisy going on
I fell upon a two pence question
The Starlight hazardous as the
Morning song speaks on
The rainbow misty dewy dapplings 
The saplings of ever fallen clamour
Till I tasted the floras of beaded darkness
The night queen grows on
A lady on a blanched white fence
For full of musked roses the Garland were
As they danced upon the nectar of the
Dreaming peonies. 

My dreams.

How do I start my story? I thought about this a lot. I thought about writing about what I do and dream now. My name is Gulzoda. I am 11 years old. I passed the 5th grade. We finished school with excellent grades. And we went on holiday. Look! The time passes quickly. Soon we will go to the school again. My dear, I want to write you about what I did on vacation. Despite my young age, I am interested in books and handicrafts. I attended English and technology clubs during the holidays. I learned to make a lot of things from the technology club. I learned to make different flowers and different handkerchiefs.

Together with my teacher, we bought them. And I bought educational tools with my own money. My teacher told me that if you became a skilled person, you would never be hungry and humiliated. I heard these words every day. So, I used to say them together with my teacher. I went to the English language course and learned a lot of English there. I have many dreams, and one is to become a translator in the future. As a translator, I want to tell visitors about my country.

I have a lot of dreams. If a person dreams of something, he must try to achieve it. It is necessary to increase the scope of knowledge by reading more books. It is necessary to graduate from school with excellent grades and study in universities with excellent grades. Currently, I am reading books to participate in the contest of young readers in the republic. Of course, I will participate and will try very hard for it. Come, my dear peers, let’s improve our knowledge by reading books together and we will surely win the competition. Here, I told you about my dreams. Now I will study well to make these dreams come true.

My full name is Sharipova Gulhayo Nasimovna. I was born on the 17th of January in 1990. I am from Bukhara region in Uzbekistan. I live in the Kagan district in Bukhara. My father: Sharipov Nasim, my mother: Numanova Laylo. There are four children in my family. My brother: Sharipov Sunnatillo, my sister: Sharipova Nozigul, my little brother: Sharipov Khamro. I graduated from school in 2006 and in 2009 I graduated from Bukhara Pedagogical College. I have been working as a teacher in 3rd State Preschool Education Organization for seven years. I am a 3rd year student in Bukhara Institute of Psychology and Foreign Languages. I am interested in English and Turkish. Now I am studying for IELTS in English. I intend to study Magister’s degree abroad.

A homeless rabbit  (Uysiz Quyon)

Far away in the direction of the forest

There lived an agile rabbit.

He always chases him,

Beasts here and there.

The rabbit runs to the nest,

The fox is chasing.

His leg in his hand 

He runs away from fear.

To the trap set by the fox,

The poor thing fell.

He is salty without a homeland,

It’s lunch time.

Naila Abdunosirova is the daughter of Nodirjan  Student of “B” grade of 8th creative school named after Erkin Vahidov, Margilan city in Uzbekistan.

Safarova Charos was born on September 23, 2008, in Shahrisabz district, Qashqadaryo region. Despite her young age, she stands out among her peers. Charos is passionate about literature and art and has achieved numerous prestigious awards to date. In 2023, she won a medal and certificate in an art competition held in the Republic of Kazakhstan. In November 2023, her poetry and story collection titled “Atirgul” (“The Rose”) was published in the field of literature. Additionally, her poems were featured in the 2024 poetry and story collection titled “Sparks of Hope.”

Literature – Stronger than Atom

Literature has played a significant role throughout human history. It has been not only a powerful vehicle shaping culture and art but also capable of transforming the human spirit and society itself. Just as atomic energy possesses the power to alter the physical world, literature has the power to change the human heart, its emotions, and thoughts. In this article, we examine the strength and influence of literature from both scientific and literary perspectives.

Spiritual Power of Literature

Literature is a powerful means of deeply affecting the human heart. The eminent representative of Uzbek literature, Abdulla Qodiriy, said, “Literature is the mirror of life” Through literature, we explore the inner world of human beings, their experiences, and emotions through various heroes and events.

“Spring opened the flower of the heart,  

It forgot sorrow, companion, the moon”.

These verses speak of the spring season resembling a new life filled with hope, happiness, and prosperity. The spring season indeed awakens new feelings in the heart and helps forget sorrows. Such examples demonstrate how deeply literature can affect the human spirit.

Literature and Science

The connection between literature and science is profound. Literature plays a crucial role in popularizing and disseminating scientific achievements and breakthroughs to a wide audience. Scientific ideas and achievements often reach a broader audience through literature, making them easier to understand and accept. Scientific luminary Albert Einstein once said, “Imagination is more important than knowledge. Imagination is the foundation of literature.” This idea illustrates the deep connection between literature and science.

 Literature’s Impact on Society

Literature contributes to the education of society, participating in its spiritual and cultural development. Uzbek writer Abdulla Qahhor emphasized the influence of literature on society, stating, “Through literature, we change society, we contribute to its progress”. The power of literature lies in shaping the moral aspect of society and showing the direction of its development.

Poetry’s Stronger Power than Atom

Poetry expresses human emotions in the most delicate and sincere manner. The works of great poets often have a strong impact on human spirituality. For example, Muhammad Yusuf’s verses deeply touch the heart:

“Forgetting yourself is fortune,  

Forgetting my words in your heart is fortune”.

These lines depict the place of love in human life and how it affects the heart. Completely forgetting love is described as fortune, illustrating how deeply poetry affects the human spirit.

 Knowledge and Literature

To better understand the relationship between literature and science, we can compare it to atomic energy and its impact. Atomic energy possesses strong physical power through nuclear reactions, producing large amounts of energy. Similarly, literature affects the human spirit and shapes its thinking style and moral values. The power of literature is stronger than atomic energy because it has the ability to change the inner world of humans.

 Conclusion

Literature is a spiritual and moral power stronger than atomic energy. It changes the human heart, educates society, and brings scientific achievements to a wider audience. Literature reveals the inner world of humans, clarifies the essence of life, and facilitates better understanding. Scholars and writers perceive this power and continue to serve society through literature.

Lazizbek Rakhimov

Poet, writer, and translator

Student of Bukhara State University

Dream…

This story is about the adventures of a boy in his dream. Actually, I wanted to write about something else. Unfortunately, my heart was not drawn to them. So, I started. 3, 2, 1… We left.

     There lived a boy who was 6-7 years old, beautiful, medium height, with long hair and a small heart full of love, who was not like anyone else in the world. His real name was Milash. Every day the boy saw his favorite reindeer, Nerri, in his dreams and played with him. But this time, Milash faced scary and cruel events in his dream. That’s what happened in the dream. 

    The sky was dark, the wind was blowing. It looked like bad things were going on. Everything is covered with white snow. It’s quiet like pouring water around. Something was not visible. At that moment I called Nerry. There was no sound. After a moment I saw its branches in the distance. My deer was running towards me. I started running out of joy when I saw him. I looked and saw that Nerry was being chased by robbers. Knowing this, my heart stopped for a breath. Then I made my legs faster than before. But I couldn’t make it. They took my joint away before I left. I couldn’t hold back my tears after this incident. Because he was my companion since childhood.

Then I caught myself and began to follow the tracks of the robbers. I have no choice. Missing him tormented me every moment. Then I walked without stopping until the tracks were gone. Finally, I saw that they had entered a cave for the night and were talking. Then I waited for them to sleep. They slept. I slowly walked over to open the door to my caged steam room. I opened it now. A man woke up. Then the rest woke up and attacked. In the end, I was full, I threw everything and ran away. 

      The afternoon ended well. I am happy about it.

Khomidjonova Odina is a student of the 8th grade of the creative school named after Erkin Vahidov

The Texan Adventurer

I am an intrepid adventurer

I have journeyed through the Texan desert.

I am the perilous desert’s venturer.

I travel from desert to semi desert.

I hunt for the feral hog and the beaver.

I explore the hot plains like an achiever.

I have been warned by the lethal rattle snake

to protect my heels that are always at stake.

I must protect myself from a thousand stings

in haunted dark caves where the buzzing bee sings.

I must be safe in the Chihuahua desert

as I tread audaciously like an expert.

Give Me Texas

Give me Texas!

The Texan dream!

The Texan nostalgia!

The Lonestar custodian

of the historic wild west.

The zestry and pleasant

Tex Mex!

The attractive and entertaining

rodeo.

The ear to ear smile of the

unwavering southern hospitality.

The efficiently distributed plains

and landscape.

The bucolic tunes from strings and mellifluous western voices.

Hot and catchy barbeques.

The exciting fairs and typical western culture.

Give me this Dreamland, the nearest take off point to the moon.

Give me the Texas that I crave for!

The land of versatile dreams for the fantasizer.

Give me this vintage and modern land or nothing else.