the delicate thrum, heartbeat through my bound chest, my palm pressed there like a promise, every breath stolen from me like a murmuration of living feeling seeing i’m living in the stars like a superhero. only now.
only now does the murmuration of my heartbeat slow, the murmuration of birds slow their pace. i’ve been taught to exist without realizing.. the gentle murmurs of your heart have become a gift.
i didn’t realize i missed you until i stood under the sky with the world opened up to me and i murmuredation, please come home. we are both home.
if we are both home then why do i feel lost? when my mom told me it wasn’t a panic attack
all i wanted was you. your delicate murmuration thrumming through my bones. your comfort. when i picture you i feel safe. i watch birds and i feel like i’m floating away. i could take off in search of them but i think you’d notice.
i hope so. i notice every murmuration, we are a murmuration, aren’t we? a flock of birds, we rise, we fall, i missed you you you it’s hard to realize i missed you until i see you
and you say you missed me and i say it back and i feel right again, not just a stolen wish floating away to a star-ling.
The day we laid that cold crust of earth over your body, something in me went missing. I watched the people crying around the grave and couldn’t understand why they mourned someone they saw perhaps once a year. Then I looked at my mother. Silent, glittering in her overdressed elegance, as if she wanted you to envy her for still being alive. Perhaps it was her revenge for all those years spent chasing your approval and failing. After she divorced you, she drifted away from me too. I only wish it had happened sooner; her presence or absence never changed much.
Back home, the smell of grass and that fog-soaked cemetery settled in my mind. Objects lost themselves in that inner fog. I hunted for keys already in my pocket. In the narrow hallway between our two rooms, tasks slipped from my memory, and every cup of coffee went cold. Food tasted dull. I checked the stove, the doors, the water taps over and over. I fought life so hard that numbness wrapped itself around me. I went to bed exhausted and woke even more worn, my body nothing but bruised fatigue.
When the routine finally defeated me, the real battle began: the one inside. First came denial, the refusal to admit the weight of your absence. Then collapse. I cried, but the wound in my soul stayed hollow. And so, I began to write. The very work you never wanted for me. Not for you, who are gone and will remain gone, but for the version of you still living inside me.
I built stories about you, replayed memories. Then I realized the one inside me was not you at all. He was the father I had wanted. His face resembled yours through a softening veil of mist, but he was kind. He didn’t wait for me to fail. He didn’t frown or correct or sigh in disappointment. His small, cutting smiles were gone. I found memories that had never existed. In one, I had made a mistake, and the imagined you placed a gentle hand on my shoulder. You consoled me. Praised me. Forgave me. Touched me with a tenderness I had never known. Father.
Then, as if waking abruptly, another battle began. The first fight was with you. I pictured your aged body in the garden, the small red trowel in your hand. I sat you across from me on a chair, just as you used to sit in silence tending your flowers. No words, no criticism, no energy for long arguments.
I asked the image of you whether you had ever loved me. I cast you as guilty, myself as righteous. Your head was bowed while I hurled my anger and sorrow at your face. Why had you never praised me, even when I was promoted in the job you had insisted, I pursue? I showed you every wound. The day you left home. My mother clutching the phone, crying as she whispered about your selfishness. Her words sank into me, the same way they had sunk into her years before. And the night someone burned all my childhood photos. I always thought it was you. But no. It was her.
I stared at the cup of cold coffee in my shaking hand. My dry mouth. My reflection glaring back at me from the porcelain. That face was terrifyingly familiar. Yours. You had lived inside me all along. Fear seized the cup and shattered it against the floor. For a moment, time perched on the broken shards. The sound cracked something in me. Shame replaced anger. I felt a sudden tenderness for the old, silent man in my memories. He wasn’t the one who had hurt me. The face that had wounded me was right there in the fragments: the knotted brows, the thin white strands at the temples, that smug, dismissive curl of the lips. It was me. I was you, and you were the small boy who kept his eyes on the ground.
When I could breathe again, the second battle began. The one with myself. Had I ever loved you? Ever understood you? Had I ever been brave enough to ask to be touched, even once?
There was only one way to find an answer. I went through the old photo albums, damp with the smell of mold. Each page a tether to the past. My ninth birthday: my mother cooking your favorite dish, not mine. I still don’t know whether she feared you or wanted to force her way into your heart. My graduation photos from the field you had chosen for me. The New Year’s pictures smiling over a buried argument.
Anger. Then grief. Then contempt. Then something softer. Until I reached thirty-five years back. The winter day I slipped on the ice. My cheeks numb, my hands cracked and burning from the cold. You lifted me up, brushed me off. I searched your eyes for disapproval. Instead, you knelt so I could climb onto your back. I still feel the warmth of your shoulders on my frozen skin. You put a bandage on my scraped palms. You told me growing up always hurts.
I framed that photo of my bandaged hand and placed it where the missing piece of me used to be. The hollow in my chest began to fill, building a fragile bridge of memories and faint smiles. I turned the pages again and looked at the child in those pictures. Why had I never seen all those small smiles before?
Father, I wish you could have freed yourself from the stern man you had chained yourself to.
MODERN DEVELOPMENT PROCESSES OF THE UZBEK LANGUAGE AND ITS IMPORTANCE IN EDUCATION
Denov Institute of Entrepreneurship and. Pedagogica Faculty of Philology
Philology and Teaching Languages: Uzbek Language 1st-year student
Rashidova Shohsanam
sohsanam719@gmail.com
Abstract: This article discusses the modern development processes of the Uzbek language, the internal and external factors influencing its evolution, and the role of the language in the educational system. The study analyzes how the digital age affects linguistic changes, innovations in youth speech, and modern approaches applied in teaching Uzbek. The article also examines the importance of the Uzbek language in the development of society and highlights urgent issues related to its preservation and improvement.
Keywords: Uzbek language, education, language development, modern approaches, digital era, linguistic culture.
The spiritual world of a nation, its worldview, and historical memory are reflected, first of all, in its language. The Uzbek language, with its ancient history and rich lexical and grammatical system, is one of the most valuable cultural assets of our people. In today’s era of globalization and rapid technological progress, the development of language is accelerating, acquiring new forms and content.
Particularly, changes in youth communication, the influence of digital technologies, and modernization in the education system show that the Uzbek language is entering a new stage of development. For students specializing in philology, it is essential to understand these processes thoroughly, analyze them scientifically, and convey accurate knowledge of the language to future generations. Therefore, this topic is highly relevant today.
Main Part
Modern Development Tendencies of the Uzbek Language Throughout its history, the Uzbek language has undergone several evolutionary phases, with unique changes in each period. In the current age of globalization, the transformation of the language has become more dynamic.
Recent years show the following noticeable trends:
Expansion of the Lexicon
Technological, economic, and educational innovations are enriching the Uzbek vocabulary. Examples include digital sphere: online, mobile app, scanner, platform economics: startup, investment, competitiveness education: media literacy, interactive methods, credit-module system. These changes demonstrate the language’s adaptability to modern life.
Growth of Internet-based Vocabulary Young people actively use social media and online terminology, leading to the widespread usage of words such as: like, trend, repost, channel, content, etc. While natural, this trend increases the need to preserve linguistic norms and cultural correctness.
Simplification in pronunciation and grammar In spoken speech, many words are pronounced in shortened or simplified forms, for example: “bo‘lyapti → boptimi”,“borayapsan → borvossan”.Linguists consider this part of the dynamic development of speech.
The Role of the Uzbek Language in Education
Teaching the Uzbek language goes beyond grammar; it shapes students’ thinking, communication skills, and cultural awareness. The educational process faces several important tasks: Applying modern pedagogical technologies Today’s education effectively uses multimedia tools, electronic resources, and online platforms. These help to: increase student engagement, develop independent thinking, make learning more interesting.
Developing speech culture
Knowing the language is not enough; one must use it correctly and elegantly. Therefore, the following aspects require attention: correct pronunciation, expanding vocabulary, mastering literary norms, reducing unnecessary slang in speech.
National values and language
The Uzbek language reflects national identity, traditions, and the wisdom of ancestors. Literary works, folklore, and historical sources form an inseparable part of language education. Thus, connecting language classes with national values is essential.
New Opportunities in Teaching Uzbek in the Digital Era
Digital tools significantly increase the effectiveness of language learning. For example: audio and video materials improve pronunciation, interactive tests boost student participation, online dictionaries enrich vocabulary, applications make lessons more engaging. For teachers, digital tools also provide advantages such as electronic lesson plans, online assessments, and multimedia-supported teaching.
Conclusion
The Uzbek language today is developing rapidly, synthesizing ancient traditions with modern innovations. While digital technologies enrich the language with new expressions and opportunities, protecting its literary norms and national essence remains a crucial task. Improving the methodology of teaching Uzbek, applying new pedagogical technologies, and cultivating students’ speech culture are among the most important objectives of modern education. Language is the spirit of the nation. Preserving and developing it is the responsibility of each of us.
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Karimov N. Issues of Uzbek Language Development. Tashkent: Fan, 2020.
Yuldoshev A. Introduction to Linguistics. Tashkent, 2019.
Qodirova D. Methodology of Teaching the Uzbek Language. Tashkent, 2021.
Mamajonov M. Digital Era and Language Culture. Samarkand, 2022.
Kholmatov O. Foundations of Modern Linguistics. Tashkent, 2020.
A new world is emerging where borders disappear physical money is virtual family love is strengthened with videos or WhatsApp.
We must value health and education.
Let’s practice empathy and solidarity.
Let’s respect children and the elderly, treasure troves of stories.
Let’s be alert to subliminal messages and protect ourselves from the powerful.
A new humanity is awakening.
Let’s be young—no matter our age— capable of taking action against injustice.
Let’s contribute the power of love and thus build a better world.
She was born in Río Gallegos, province of Santa Cruz, Argentina. In 2004 they settled in Villa Carlos Paz, where he currently resides. Retired teacher. ///Activities *2014/15: Coordinate The Magic of the Word. Villa Carlos Paz Municipal Cultural Hall. 2016/17: she continues to participate in the Writers’ Meeting, Book Fair, and support The Magic of the Word. /2018: Radio program “Más Allá de las Palabras” and “ Desde las Entrañas”. /Contribution to the arts and Literature. SECH (Society of Writers of Chile Recognition. Contribution to International culture. San Bernardo. Chile. /2019: Presents her book: Balances of Life, at the Buenos Aires International Fair./Universal Ambassador of Culture. Tarija. Bolivia./ Recognition and Illustrious Visitor of San Lorenzo. / 2020: Recognition of the Municipality by the Organization of the First Hispanic American Meeting of Writers and Poets. / She has participated in videos from the provinces of: Chaco and Jujuy. Culture of Villa Carlos Paz.
She has won awards and mentions for her poems within the province of Santa Cruz, Argentina and Italy./Her publications: 1997: ” Desde el Sur” Poemario /1998: “Queoquen en Moquehue” and the Buenos Aires Book Fair in the year 1998. / 2004: Tiempo de Palomas, is the result of a historical compilation of the Schools of Puerto San Julián- Santa Cruz 2011: “Con el Alma Desnuda” (Letters to the grandchildren, prose and poetry) It is her first published book in V: Carlos Paz. Presented in support of the Centennial of the Carlos N. Paz School and in Villa General Belgrano.
2014.- “Between the Waters of the Centuries” presented in various settings in Argentina. /2018.- LIFE BALANCES. Presented at the Buenos Aires Fair. Chili. Bolivia/ 2020.- “River of Silences”. / 2020: she headed the I Virtual Meeting of The Magic of the Word.
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THE PROSPECTS OF ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE TECHNOLOGIES ON THE DEVELOPMENT OF THE BANKING SYSTEM
Eshmurodova Sevinch Bahrom qizi
Qarshi State Technical University
2nd-year student, Banking Department
+998994190825
eshmurodovasevinch266@gmail.com
Abstract: The article discusses the use of artificial intelligence technologies in the banking sector. The focus is on simplifying customer service processes, reducing credit risks, detecting fraud, and strengthening cybersecurity.
Keywords: artificial intelligence, bank, digital services, security, lending.
Аннотация: В статье рассматриваются вопросы использования технологий искусственного интеллекта в банковской системе. Основное внимание уделено упрощению обслуживания клиентов, снижению кредитных рисков, выявлению мошенничества и повышению уровня кибербезопасности. Ключевые слова: искусственный интеллект, банк, цифровые услуги, безопасность, кредитование.
Introduction:
Today, major changes are occurring in the global financial market. Banks are no longer limited to simple transactions, accepting deposits, or issuing loans. Their main objective has increasingly become providing customers with convenient, fast, and secure services. One of the most significant technologies supporting this transformation is artificial intelligence (AI).Initially, artificial intelligence seemed like something found only in science-fiction movies. However, in today’s real world, AI technologies are actively involved in services ranging from bank cards to online applications. Therefore, discussing the future prospects of this technology is highly important.
Main Part:
One of the first and simplest applications of artificial intelligence in banks is chatbots. Today, most banks have their own mobile applications, and when a customer asks a question through the app, the initial response is given by an automated system. Although this seems simple, it plays a crucial role. While a human operator needs time to answer and queues may occur, artificial intelligence can serve thousands of customers simultaneously.The second direction is risk assessment. Previously, bank employees examined customer documents, requested employment references, and often required guarantors.
Today, AI systems can analyze a customer’s financial behavior, spending patterns, and even mobile payment history to calculate the probability of loan repayment. This process is convenient for both the bank and the customer.Another important aspect is fraud detection. Thousands of transactions are carried out every day, and it is impossible to manually inspect all of them.
Artificial intelligence can detect unusual or suspicious activity among transactions. For example, if a customer usually uses their card only in Tashkent but suddenly attempts to withdraw a large amount of money abroad, the system stops the transaction automatically. This helps protect the customer’s funds.
Of course, these technologies also have challenges. First, developing and implementing such systems requires significant financial investment. Second, banking data is highly confidential, making its protection extremely important. Third, the shortage of qualified specialists is also a major issue.
Despite these challenges, the advantages of artificial intelligence outweigh its drawbacks. Competition in the banking sector is increasing every day. Customers now pay attention not only to interest rates but also to service speed, convenience, and security. Banks that use AI technologies can enhance their reputation and attract more customers.
AI also opens new opportunities for banks in Uzbekistan. For instance, using artificial intelligence in loan portfolio management reduces risks. Financial inclusion — expanding access to banking services for the general population — can also be improved through AI. Additionally, AI can play an important role in future green financing projects.
One of the most critical issues is cybersecurity. As financial crimes around the world are increasing, AI systems help not only detect fraud but also protect large volumes of data. Therefore, banks in Uzbekistan must strengthen their efforts in this area.
Conclusion:
In conclusion, artificial intelligence is becoming an essential part of the future banking system. It simplifies customer service, reduces risks, detects fraud, and most importantly, increases the efficiency of banking operations. In the context of Uzbekistan, the gradual introduction of AI technologies, training qualified specialists, strengthening cybersecurity, and improving financial literacy are of great importance. If consistent work is carried out in these directions, banks in Uzbekistan can become competitive not only in the region but also in the global financial market.
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1. O‘zbekiston Respublikasi Markaziy banki. Raqamli moliya hisobotlari, 2024.
2. World Bank. AI in Financial Services. Washington, 2023.3. Brynjolfsson, E., & McAfee, A. Machine, Platform, Crowd. Norton, 2017.4. Harvard Business Review. Artificial Intelligence for the Real World. 2018.
I am Eshmurodova Sevinch Bahrom qizi, born in 2006 in the Kamashidistrict of the Kashkadarya region. Between 2022 and 2024, I studiedat the Academic Lyceum of Karshi State University in the “exactsciences” department and successfully graduated. In 2024, I wasadmitted to Karshi State Technical University and am currently a2th-year student at the Faculty of Economics and Management, BankingDepartment. In my free time, I play sports. I am a 3-time champion ofUzbekistan. I have also taken the honorable 1st place in Tashkentseveral times. In addition, I have won the Rector’s Cup several times.Currently, I am running an online business at home. I make tiaras forgirls. I take an online course in Turkish. My goal is to open atraining center in the area where I live, in agreement with thegovernor. I would like to pay special attention to Turkish, Russian,mathematics, and robotics at the center.
Lemmy’s hotel bed: an altar, a stage, a throne. Lemmy Kilmister, high priest of the Church of Motörhead, placed me there as if I were a supplicant, a guest, a fellow conspirator in the endless liturgy of rock ’n’ roll. He pressed cigarettes on me—his communion wafers—and the gesture was both casual and ceremonial.
Later, I told Hollywood scenester and Lemmy associate Tequila Mockingbird about it. She hadn’t been there, hadn’t seen the way Lemmy’s eyes carried both mischief and gravity, hadn’t felt the weight of his charisma pressing down like a bass riff. From the outside, she misjudged it, calling it seduction. But that was her projection, not the truth of the moment.
Because Lemmy’s seduction was not necessarily sexual. It was existential. It was about drawing you into his orbit, making you part of the mythos. He seduced everyone—men, women, journalists, fans—into the gravity well of Motörhead. To sit on that bed was to be baptized into his world, where the sacred texts were written in nicotine stains and the gospel was screamed through Marshall stacks.
At the time, I was Alex S. Johnson, rock journalist. I wasn’t out as transfemme yet. My identity was still a private constellation, a truth I carried but hadn’t named aloud. Lemmy didn’t know that part of me, and yet—looking back—I see how his gesture resonates differently through the lens of who I am now, as Kandy Fontaine.
Classic Lemmy: collapsing the distance between journalist and confidant, between interview and communion. He didn’t care about categories—man, woman, transfemme goddess, fan, or critic. He cared about whether you could hang, whether you could accept the offering, whether you could step into the myth without flinching.
The cigarettes were not just smokes. They were a bond, a way of saying: You’re one of us now. The bed was not an invitation to romance but to belonging. And in that moment, I understood the difference between being misjudged from the outside and being initiated from within.
Now, as Kandy Fontaine, transfemme goddess, I revisit that memory with new eyes. I see not just the ritual of inclusion but the radical acceptance embedded in it. Even though I wasn’t out, Lemmy’s gesture carried no judgment, no hesitation. He didn’t need me to explain myself. He simply welcomed me into the communion of rock ’n’ roll, and in retrospect, that welcome feels even more profound.
