Essay from Omonova Sevinch

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Knowledge for a woman is a light for society

In our holy religion, acquiring knowledge is considered an obligation for every Muslim, both women and men. Why specifically for women? Because in the family, the upbringing, morality, and knowledge of a child largely depends on the mother. It is precisely intelligent, conscious mothers who raise a comprehensively capable, educated generation. In the development of such great figures as our great ancestors – Amir Temur, Zahiriddin Muhammad Babur, Alisher Navoi, Abu Nasr Al-Farabi, Abu Ali ibn Sino, there was a place and prayers for book-loving, enlightened mothers.

Unfortunately, in our recent history, in particular, during the last khanates, not enough attention was paid to women’s education. In some cases, there were even periods when they were strictly forbidden to study. But Uzbek women, whose blood reflected the spirit of courageous women like Tomaris, Bibikhanim, Nodirabegim, and Uvaysi, fought for education, to find their place in society, and to liberate their homeland from colonialism. They worked resolutely towards their dreams, despite all obstacles.

There have been many such heroes in our history. The Jadid movement was especially widespread in Bukhara. In the 1929s, many young people were sent to study in Germany and Turkey under the leadership of our Jadid grandfather Abdurauf Fitrat. Among them were future doctors like 17-year-old Khayriniso Majidkhanova and scientists like Maryam Sultanmurodova. They aimed to serve the country with science for the prosperity of the homeland. Because the foundation of any society that dreamed of independence was science and the experience of developed countries.

Unfortunately, the former Soviet Union did not allow this. They were afraid of the people who recognized their rights and fought for freedom. In 1938, along with intellectuals such as Fitrat, Abdulla Qodiriy, and Chulpon, young girls with lofty dreams were also shot. However, this tragedy did not make the girls who wanted to get an education give up their dreams or scare them. On the contrary, it strengthened their determination, perseverance, and thirst for enlightenment.

Omonova Sevinch Oybek qizi, 2nd year student of Tashkent Pharmaceutical Institute

Poetry from J.J. Campbell

Middle aged white man with a beard standing in a bedroom with posters on the walls
J.J. Campbell

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tucked behind the ear

my grandmother

always used to

say trust your

gut until you

realize the gut

has shit for

brains

i always kept

that tucked

behind the

ear

today, the shit

for brains part

came shining

through

but, as with

most matters

of the heart

love will make

it through

it conquers

everything

fear, ignorance,

cynicism and

the ever present

rejection

it’s a gentle

touch

a subtle

embrace

a soft kiss

on a rainy

day

the final battle

you have no

choice but to

win

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just another transaction

your beauty is such

that i know i am just

another transaction

and as long as the

money keeps flowing

you’ll keep smiling

keep teasing

keep up the illusion

that this is something

real

that i mean something

tangible in your life

the magic trick truly

is to keep the teasing

going when the money

stops

even the dreamer in me

knows bullshit when he

sees it

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a typical day on the farm

a woman told me

once i was fucked

i pondered where

she was going

with this

she continued,

dogs are man’s

best friend and

you have nothing

but cats

this means you

are either a communist

or an unlucky fucker

i suppose i should

start my manifesto

comrade

she laughed, took

another drag off

her cigarette

turkey vultures

circling overhead

a crow lands

in the yard

i lit a cigarette

and said i guess

we are putting

the conversation

on luck now

one of the cats

ventured a little

too far into the

back field

became an appetizer

for the coyotes

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a cold reality

i hear laughter

in my nightmares

neon dreams of

strange women

that never want

to fuck me

like stepping in

a cold reality that

i have wanted to

leave for years

there’s a devil

in your kiss and

i hope that i don’t

have to cut yet

another deal

crossing over

state lines

counting down

the miles

sure, something

will go wrong

your life isn’t

a fucking dream

but the journey

will be worth it

you’ve seen

the destination

the curves and

soft skin

you know plenty

of worse places

to possibly die

in

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just a wrong turn

step away from

the chaos and

remember love

think of those

hushed whispers

and stolen kisses

not about all the

years it has been

since any of that

has happened

in your life

pretend this hell

is just a wrong

turn in whatever

utopia you feel

comfortable in

of course, don’t

give the secrets

away just yet

the last twinkle

of hope still exists

in that dark sky

get high enough

and you can even

touch it

J.J. Campbell (1976 – ?) is trapped in suburbia, hoping to escape one day. He’s been widely published over the years, most recently at Disturb the Universe Magazine, The Beatnik Cowboy, The Rye Whiskey Review, Misfit Magazine and Mad Swirl. You can find him most days betting on baseball games and taking care of his disabled mother. He has a blog, but rarely finds the time to write on it anymore. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com)

Poetry from Justin Faisal

Young Rohingya (Myanmar) Muslim guy stands in front of a lake and windmill on a cloudy day. He's in a black turtleneck and blue jeans.

Broken in Mid-Journey

Got stuck amidst our lifelong journey

Through a straight path, we walked

Now it seems the road has diverged

I struggled to mend each piece of guilt

But destiny has been against me.

Our connection met with silence

Leaving me adrift in a sea of doubt

Heavy thoughts covered my heart

I poured my emotions into a chasm

To correct what seemed irreparable.

I look forward to bridging the gap

For a connection that’s disappeared

Reclaiming our once-shared memories

Tho’ yet she remained totally unmoved

Leaving my heart pierced by her neglect.

Mysterious Guiding Light 

In the darkness of the journey,

Perseverance plays the role of a guiding light,

It beckons forth to the destination,

When a lost soul seeks its fortune,

Strength comes in mysterious ways.

Through an unknown path we step,

With confidence and courage,

We acquire unexpected strength,

Illuminate the path ahead so clear,

And all fears are totally overthrown.

Many challenges we see ahead,

But perseverance leads us free,

Life starts to blossom for sure,

When we dare to roam for life,

With each step forward, we grow.

The road may seem broken,

Life ahead may seem bleak,

Effort will show the way,

There lies a mysterious strength,

When the mind is busy with life.

Earthly Heaven

Keukenhof, where tulips bloom like fire

A garden of multiple colours

In it, individuals find an earthly heaven

Where nature spreads its beauty

An eye-catching display like no other.

Majestic tulips standing tall and delicate 

Expand heart-refreshing fragrance

We need it at least once in our lives

The breath of the Keukenhof tulip garden is divine

A treasure trove of man-made nature masterpieces.

Rows like rainbow lines in a tulip garden

Attracting the attention of sightseers

Wonder and magic lie there

A glimpse of paradise on earth

In this sanctuary, the heart finds peace.

A place surrounded by trees and flowers

Beautifully connected by sunshine

Windmill in the middle of the garden

Truly looks like a picturesque design 

Let’s get lost in the beauty of the Keukenhof Tulip Garden.

Faisal Justin is a passionate young poet and author who brings a unique voice to the literary world. Having spent four years as a refugee, he now resides in the Netherlands, where he is committed to furthering his education. Motivated by his dedication to the Rohingya community, he strives to amplify their stories and challenges, ensuring their voices resonate globally. Through his writing and advocacy, he aims to inspire change and foster hope within his community, believing that collective efforts can lead to a brighter future.

Poetry from Mesfakus Salahin

South Asian man with reading glasses and red shoulder length hair. He's got a red collared shirt on.
Mesfakus Salahin

The Eyes Inside the Eyes

‎While searching for love, a river is born

‎The waves of that river remain unknown for a long time

‎Or, remain unknown for a lifetime

‎The water of that river changes color as desired

‎The waves do not write the story of pain

‎Rainbows  illuminate the hanging dawn

‎The melody of the past trembles in the embrace

‎The spring moon falls prematurely

‎The sky becomes empty

‎The murdered lights suck life

‎The dreams with broken wings want to become windows

‎In the world of extinguished lamps.

‎Now, the riverside settlement is on the side of the road

‎Life is elsewhere

‎The river walks on the boatman’s boat

‎The colony’s Royal Primary School sniffed by the boat

‎The sun of sadness burns in the wake

‎The eyes find the eyes inside the eyes

‎The memorable time does not burn in those eyes

‎The dream life swims in solitude

‎The ground melts at the station of estranged retirement

‎When will the train come, the whistle blow?

‎The organic evolution of existence questions the self

‎The symbolic self becomes a constant fraction.

‎The brain remains inactive

‎In all the elements of the unconscious language of existence

‎I keep looking for love

‎In a passive obedient mind

‎I have no coffin of blood

‎Yet, the continuous bleeding in the rhythm of poetry

‎I have no primitive competition

‎Even in the midst of conflicting excitement

‎One day the flower of union will bloom on the wall of distance

‎If my nest is empty

‎From the womb to the grave, I desire you

‎That is not why I desire the happiness of voluntary death.

‎Some people have a fierce desire –

‎To weave a garland of dew,

‎To be different from the wind,

‎To return to the womb again and again.

‎Some people have a longing to embrace death.

‎Feelings are awakened by the fire of desire.

‎For some, death is more pleasant than earthly life.

‎In my thoughts, life is a struggle.

‎Death is not a solution.

‎The only reality is the passenger in the vehicle of my imagination.

‎Happiness, sorrow are the opposite sides of love.

‎My love is not dissolved in the solution of anxiety.

‎Let the soul full of beauty awaken in the color of struggle‎

Or I will live with that color.

Poetry from Hanen Marouani

Light skinned Arab-European woman with short brown hair and a flowered dress and black purse stands in front of a pond with decorative concrete figures.

Our Childlike Souls

Our childlike souls are hesitant,

restless, burning, loud…

They stumble over emotions

like running barefoot in the wet grass,

not knowing whether to laugh or to cry.

I don’t always have the words

to write what I feel.

Often, I just stay still,

searching in silence for what the heart longs to shout.

But you—

your words, even clumsy,

come to awaken mine.

You bring back impulses I thought extinguished,

tender angers,

new shivers,

phrases I would never have dared to lay on the page.

Love is kind.

Love is frightening.

Love both enlightens and blinds.

It touches even those

who claim not to want it.

It seeps through the cracks,

and sometimes, waiting blossoms into a silent miracle.

It also hides in those blurred friendships,

where glances say more than lips,

where gestures brush against something greater

without ever naming it.

I don’t always understand the situation.

But I dare.

I dare anyway.

I dare to hope despite the unknown.

I dare to look for you in the crowd,

to lose myself in your silence,

to follow you in the gentle shadow of your absences.

I dare to move toward you

even when everything tells me to step back.

I dare to drink from your laughter,

to share crumbs of light between two silences,

to watch you smile without saying a word,

and to spend nights guessing if you dream of me.

I don’t know where all this leads,

but I go—

with a beating heart, in a low voice,

with my doubts,

my impulses,

and this wild need to tell you:

I am here,

I am everywhere,

in this mad world,

in this blurred horizon.

II

The Smile and the Silence

A smile

does not mean

one is happy.

There are tears

in the heart

that never reach the eyes.

We come from a life

woven of contradictions,

and we leave it

without ever solving them.

We move forward

between shadow and blur,

head held high,

heart held low.

I leave hanging

the endless questions:

life,

death,

and the reasons to stay.

Sometimes,

a smile is a barrier,

a barrier against falling apart.

There are cries

we hide in our eyes,

screams muffled

inside silences.

And the one who smiles the most…

is often the one

nobody

understands.

A sad soul

A realist mind

Hanen MAROUANI

Strasbourg 07.08.2025

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BIOGRAPHY:

Hanen Marouani is a Tunisian-Italian poet and researcher with a PhD in French language and literature, focused on Reported Speech in the Narratives of Albert Camus: An Enunciative Approach. She is the author of several poetry collections, essays, and articles, and her work centers on Francophone poetry, intercultural dialogue, and the visibility of marginalized voices.

She contributes to “Le Pan Poétique des Muses” as a journalist and literary columnist, and collaborates with the “Union of Arab Journalists and Writers” in Europe. Active in literary translation through “ATLAS”, she also leads workshops and community initiatives exploring creativity, humanity, and women’s voices across cultures.

A two-time laureate of the “Eugen Ionescu doctoral and postdoctoral research program” (2018, 2022) in Romania, she continues to combine scholarship and creation with strong intercultural engagement.

Her collection “Tout ira bien… ” won the 2023 International Poetry Prize of the Poéféministe Orientales Review, and she received the Francophonie Europoésie UNICEF Prize in Paris in 2022 for her literary work. Since 2023, she has served on the jury of the Dina Sahyouni Literary Prize, after chairing in 2022 the international poetry contest Poetry and Pandemic, organized by the Agence Universitaire de la Francophonie.

Poetry from Jacques Fleury, excerpt from his new book Immortal Lines of Poetry, a collaboration with Sourav Sarkar

Book cover for "Immortal Lines of Poetry." Pictures of a young middle aged South Asian man in a black coat and blue top and black hat outside by a tree and a Black man in a black vest and white shirt and patterned tie and dark sunglasses. Text on the bottom, dark colored cover.

A brief synopsis of the book’s theme of “Common Era Literature”:

The “common era literature 2001–3000” refers to literary works produced during the 3rd millennium of the Common Era (CE).

A globalized perspective: Common Era literature reflects a globalized world, where cultural and national identities are increasingly intertwined. This is a departure from earlier literary traditions that often focused on a single culture or nation.

The influence of technology: Technology has significantly impacted the production, distribution, and consumption of literature in the 21st century. The rise of the internet, e-books, and social media has created new forms of storytelling and poetry.

Diverse voices: A growing emphasis on inclusivity has led to a more diverse range of authors and perspectives. Women, people of color, and individuals from various cultural backgrounds are gaining prominence in the literary world.

An exploration of contemporary issues: Common Era literature often grapples with contemporary social and political issues, such as terrorism, environmental concerns, and the impact of technology on human relationships.

Poetry Sample from the Book:

HAZY DREAM

by Jacques Fleury

A hazy familiar abstraction….

Like a decoupage painting

Designed as a distraction

Like watching you dreaming…

Mesmerized by a wistful whiff of

Melancholy and underlying yearning

for the joy of a blossoming aliveness.

You, a relay of impressionist painter Claude Monet

All while in the deep end of steep sleep;

I was transfixed and transported in your succoring still,

Even if for a sparkly shine of a firefly

Nestled in the arms of the numbing night,

Like the brevity of life itself…beautifully rendered

Even if only in your dream state;

Until daylight swallows the night

And dreams come AWAKE!

Young adult Black man with short shaved hair, a big smile, and a suit and purple tie.
Jacques Fleury

Jacques Fleury is a Boston Globe featured Haitian American Poet, Educator, Author of four books and literary arts student at Harvard University online. His latest publication “You Are Enough: The Journey to Accepting Your Authentic Self” & other titles are available at all Boston Public Libraries, the University of Massachusetts Healey Library, University of Wyoming, Askews and Holts Library Services in the United Kingdom, The Harvard Book Store, The Grolier Poetry Bookshop, Amazon etc… He has been published in prestigious publications such as Spirit of Change Magazine, Wilderness House Literary Review, Muddy River Poetry Review, Litterateur Redefining World anthologies out of India, Poets Reading the News, the Cornell University Press anthology Class Lives: Stories from Our Economic Divide, Boston Area Small Press and Poetry Scene among others…Visit him at:  http://www.authorsden.com/jacquesfleury.–

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Jacques Fleury’s book You Are Enough: The Journey Towards Understanding Your Authentic Self

Journalist Giorgos Pratzikos interviews actor and children’s author Zisis Papaioanou

Middle aged Central Asian man in a dark collared button down shirt.
Zisis Papaioanou

Zisis Papaioanou is an actor and children’s literature author who manages to bridge two worlds: acting and children’s books. He has appeared in theater, television, and cinema, while at the same time, through his books, he conveys knowledge, imagination, and values to children. His participation in the new film *The Carpenter’s Son*, starring alongside Nicolas Cage, as well as his books such as *Vasiliki, the Magical Echo of Epidaurus* and *Aristotle’s Walk*, highlight the breadth and creativity of his career.

What follows is a discussion that sheds light both on his artistic side and on the man behind the works.

**Tell us a few words about your role as a leper healed by Jesus in the new film *The Carpenter’s Son*, where Nicolas Cage also stars. Did this experience strengthen your faith?**

I wouldn’t say it strengthened it because I come from beautiful Meteora — I am from Kalabaka — with the most wonderful experiences I have had. My faith in the Church has saved me during this difficult period. I also taught for years and for 15 years I was an altar boy alongside a wonderful monk, Father Chrysostomos, from whom I learned to have the fitting faith and inner peace in daily life. Everyone experiences faith differently.

The film *The Carpenter’s Son*, directed by Nathan Lotfy — when I received the proposal from Los Angeles to participate — excited me, especially the idea of acting in a new film about the childhood years of Jesus. My role was the Leper whom Jesus healed, because wherever He passed and touched, He healed people. I knew the story through scripture, but it is even more fascinating to live it through acting. I was among wonderful people with passion and love for cinema. See you in theaters in the coming months.

**Among your children’s books, *Vasiliki, the Magical Echo of Epidaurus* stands out. What does sound mean to you, and what does Epidaurus mean to you personally?**

Yes, indeed *Vasiliki, the Magical Echo of Epidaurus* has traveled widely, has been read a lot, and I am deeply grateful to my readers. I thank them from the bottom of my heart. It has made its journey, and years later it continues to travel. It is my pride. I believed in it, and I was vindicated — I feel proud.

The echo is music, sound, journey, feeling, and discovery. For me, as an actor, Epidaurus embodies all these elements. At this point, I would like to thank my publisher, **Michalis Sideris Publications**, for the beautiful journey of my heroine Vasiliki.

**In your book *Aristotle’s Walk*, you introduce children to the great philosopher. How relevant is Aristotle today, and what have you personally discovered through this “walk”?**

This particular book is from **Kaktos Publications**, titled *Aristotle’s Walk*. It has a special feature: you can also listen to it with one click via the QR code on its first page.

Aristotle always touched me — his method — and I thought it right to pass it on to children. To your question whether Aristotle is relevant today: I will answer, he is astonishingly relevant in 2025, despite the fact that his works were written thousands of years ago. From ethics and politics to logic and his peripatetic method.

I will mention Aristotle’s view of virtue: he said virtue lies somewhere in the middle. Balance is important for our times in 2025. Personally, I discovered balance in all aspects of my life. It helps — it is something like a psychologist. I encourage you to discover Aristotle; he will help you.

**Where do you draw inspiration for writing your wonderful children’s books?**

It depends on what I want to convey to children through my books. I discuss it with my publishers, and that’s how I proceed. It is something that comes naturally — I don’t force it.

**Which of your children’s books is your favorite, and why?**

I don’t have one in particular. All my books are like my children. I treat them as such. They are my creations — I have given them flesh and bones to travel.

**You have embodied many roles in theater, television, and cinema. Which role do you single out and what did it leave you with?**

In the film *Eftychia*, I played the role of the fiancé. We had an amazing cast of actors, and I feel nostalgic about those days under the Acropolis. The director, Mr. Angelos Frantzis, played an important part — a director who masterfully puts you in the atmosphere of the era so you can perform.

**If you had to choose, what do you prefer more: acting or writing?**

Both are parts of my life. These are what I studied, these are what I do. And it is a blessing to do what you love. Life is short.

**Although I first saw you on television, I got to know you better through my friend and collaborator Eva Petropoulou-Lianou, who suggested I interview you. What is Eva Petropoulou-Lianou to you?**

Ah, this woman… for me, personally, she is **WOMAN**. To be more specific, there are women all over the world, but in Greece lives the goddess Eva Lianou Petropoulou. She is the one who supported me in the hardest time of my life.

It is important when you have suffered something to have someone for psychological support. Being orphaned and alone, I had Eva, who helped me significantly to move forward and see things with a freer and clearer perspective.

**Do you believe theater can be an important educational tool for children today?**

Of course! That’s why there is Theater Pedagogy and theatrical play for minors and beyond. I have taught for many years in the past, and it was a wonderful journey I will never forget. I hope I can take it up again from where I left it.

There are thousands of exercises in rhythm, orientation, communication, self-respect, respecting others, discovering another world and the real one. Exercises that help your inner self and those around you. Very important.

**How would you like to be remembered by your young readers and audiences?**

With a smile. That’s what I would love.

**What are your next steps, both as an actor and as a writer?**

I am currently auditioning for three television commercials in France. In a few days, I expect the results. At the same time, I have started writing a theatrical monologue based on a true story I personally experienced, and I would like to put it on paper — and hopefully bring it to the stage.

It deals with the new reality of crime in the center of Athens. Recently, I survived an attack — but it left me with a “why” about a State that does not care for Greek citizens. I consider it a shame that we lack rights while others have them. This is not racist — racism lies within **us**.

In my opinion, we must return to being human as we once were.

At this point, I would like to make an appeal to the Greek State: please create campaigns for humanity. It is not shameful to call 100 (the police emergency number) if you see someone bleeding in the street. Call 100, indicate the location, and leave — but call. Don’t pass by in fear. It is not shameful to call 100. It is help — because yesterday it was **me**, tomorrow it may be **you**.