HEAVENLY LOVE


In the garden of your love, I find heaven.

You never let me in times of pain.

Patiently, you wait for me unwavering,

Not eating until I return again.


Your smile eliminates my life's treasures,

The most beautiful and esteemed one.

You are the sweetest flower in my soul,

Forever basking in your love's swarm sun.


Mother, I didn't do anything for you.

I never thought of you, I'm a thoughtless girl.

I smiled, I played and I walked along

like a carefree lady, without paying attention to you.


With pride and arrogance, I call myself a poet,

Several lines not rhyming, lacking meaning

Most of them wrapped in colorless paint,

Because I never wrote a poem to praise you.


Yes, I am a sinner, I know this well.

Just to speck, not worth a penny.

Mother, forgive your daughter's wrongdoings.

When did I worship you and your beautiful face?


Honey, "Your presence is my blessing", you always say.

Mother, it's time to go and I will do my responsibility.

Of course, I will do my filial duty.

I will bow down to you in Makkah as well.


Sarvinoz Giyasova was born on April 12, 2007, in the Bukhara region of the Republic of Uzbekistan. She discovered a love for literature at a young age through the stories and poems shared by her grandfather. When she was between 9 and 10 years old, she began writing her own  poems. Her poems have been published multiple times in the "Gidjduvan" newspaper, and she has also achieved recognition for  her work by winning prestigious awards in "Besh Tashabbus" contests.

  Currently, Sarvinoz is actively involved as a member and ambassador of various organizations. In addition to her literature pursuits, she is dedicated to expanding her knowledge by studying mathematics, mastering three different languages, and honing her skills in writing and translating poems in her free time. 

  Alongside these endeavors, she has been an active participant in Judo clubs and National Olympiads up until the age of 14.

Mommy

My kind and my heaven,
My angel are only you.
In family you are queen,
No happiness without you.

You love us equally always,
You are the best mother.
You have the best kindness,
And you love the best father.

I tend to miss you every time,
Whenever I am far from you.
Not loving you is a crime,
Because the best one is you!

 Immaculate sky

 Wide and clear,
 It's always sunny.
 You can't stop looking
 Immaculate sky.

 Birds decorate the day,
 Star gazing at night.
 The moon shines
 Our eyes are happy.

 House of snow and rain
 Cloud's favorite.
 The heart of the peasants,
 Ascending beacon.

 The stars are kind,
 It shines every moment.
 Likes for humans
 A crescent moon in the sky.

 When you are happy, when you are sad,
 You can watch and enjoy.
 Forget your troubles
 You will reach your goal.

Murodova Muslima Kadyrovna was born on June 29, 2010 in Jondar district of Bukhara region. Currently, she is a 7th grade student of school No. 30 in this district. Her first poem was published in 2024 under the name "Come beautiful spring". Winner of many achievements. She won the 2nd place at the festival held in the district. She won the 1st place in the district stage and the 2nd place in the regional stage of the "Bakhtim Shul: Zulfiyasiman Uzbek" contest. Her first anthology was published by the UK publisher Justfiction Edition.

When women gather, the topic of happiness often arises. Some say their happiness lies in their work, while others find it in their children and family. Another person mentions that good living conditions bring them joy, emphasizing the importance of basic needs like food. As one listens to these diverse perspectives, it becomes evident that happiness encompasses various aspects.

Moreover, it is believed that making a woman happy does not necessarily require extravagant gifts, but rather the ability to express heartfelt words that resonate with her delicate heart. Our grandmothers seek to guide their daughters towards a path of beauty and happiness, emphasizing that traditional measurements and standards are inadequate in capturing a woman’s true essence.

When we think of a woman, we are reminded of our beloved mothers, respected grandmothers, and cherished sisters. Despite our best efforts to shower them with attention and care, we acknowledge that it is never enough. This sentiment is beautifully captured in a narration from Bakhz ibn Hakim, where the Prophet Muhammad (peace and blessings be upon him) emphasizes the importance of showing kindness and respect first to one’s mother, then to one’s father, and finally to close relatives:

I asked, “Oh, Messenger of God, who should I do good for?”

“To your mother,” he said.

“Then to whom?” I asked.

“To your mother,” they said.

“Then to whom?” I asked.

“To your mother,” he said.

“Then to whom?” – I asked.

He said, “To your father and then to your close relatives.”

Indeed, a woman has the power to illuminate the world with her grace and beauty.

Abdunazarova Khushroy was born on December 21, 2008 in Jamashuy town, Mingbulak district, Namangan region, respublic of Uzbekistan. She is currently a 9th grade student in the 15th specialized school. Winner of republican and international contests, participant of the regional stage of the Zulfiya state award, ambassador to five countries, coordinator, volunteer, member of more than 10 international organizations, author of many poems. Many creative works have seen the world. Member of “Leader Ladies club”. Winner of the 1st place in the interschool “Zakovat” intellectual game. Participant of the “Young Reader” contest. She wants to become a translator in the future.

Angel of Mercy

Mother is so great that no words can describe her. No one in the world can give the love that a mother gives. Because mother has a special magic that no other person has. Mother night - that day lives as my child. She raises us, washes and combs white, is ready to give up even her own sweet soul. Many poems and songs have been written about mothers. Tears come to the eyes after hearing them. A person who has a mother is the happiest person in the world. We may not be able to return the good things that mother has done to us in both worlds. 

Respect for our honorable and dear mothers in our country is boundless. An example of this is the widespread celebration of international Women's Day on March 8.

In honor of mothers, O'tkir Hashimov created the work "The affairs of the world" in honor of mothers. This is one of my favorite books l've ever read. In this century, O'tkir Hashimov wrote mainly about his mother.

Lola Hotamova was born on May 7,2009 in the village of Khanabad, Bukhara region. She studies in the 8th grade of the 43rd general education school in Jondor district. Poems of the young poetess were first published in 2019 in the "Zhondor ovozi" newspaper. Later, she began to appear in newspapers and magazines such as " Gulkhan", "Ezgulik", " Yangiyer tongi", " Bilimdon", "Smile". Her books "Source of power", "I love my country", "Shy rabbit" have been published.

🌹Isn't she an ANGEL OF HEAVEN!🌹

   Brought spring to the gardens,
   The moon was shining in front of his child.
   The first song that he sang was divided by the gods,
   Isn't our soul a bond, woman?
   Isn't she an angel of heaven?

      A woman is the light of our house, the blooming flower of our garden, the angel of our house. A woman is a masterpiece among the blessings created by God!

       In fact, Allah took the beauty from the moon shining in the sky, the eyebrows and eyelashes from the dark night, the eyes from the stars, the language from the nightingale, the willow tree from the willow, the delicacy from the flower, and the love from the ocean, and created a perfect unity and named it woman.

    A woman is a great creature who took care of her child in her body for nine months and gave her life.
     So what is happiness for a woman?

     A woman who carries a child and caressing her little body with love is the happiest woman in the world. A woman who devotes herself to her little girl and sews dresses with her hardworking hands, there is no happier person than her. If you give a woman a sweet word and something to cheer her up, she will consider herself happy.

    Let's pay attention to these sentences of Tursunoy Sadygova about women: "A woman is not a woman, but a flower that always trembles in the cave called the wind, in the stormy season called the family, and still spreads its beautiful flowers."

   A woman is indeed a flower. Dear friends, let's try to describe a woman as a crimson blooming rose. The red color in the flower is the redness on the face of an Uzbek woman, that is, her modesty, ibo. The expression radiating from the flower is endless love from the ocean, which never ends, no matter how much it costs. Its strong body that climbs to the heights is its lifelong friend, that is, its life partner. Green leaves are shared by the people and relatives, and the thorns in it are a weapon against the sufferings and injustices in life. are the children of...

Ismailova Orastabonu is the daughter of Navruz, a 10th grade student of the 13th general secondary school of Kasbi district, Kashkadarya region.

Mother

There is a mother, the world is bright,
Mother is the lamp of life.
He enlivens the world with his love,
There is a mother and a person is created.

Tongues were speechless at the tariff,
I have mercy on you.
Without my world, my mother,
I will fly with you.

I embrace the worlds together,
I shine with your love.
Be happy always be healthy,
You are my sunshine mom.

    ✍Faizulloev Abramat

Fayzulloev, son of Abramat Sayfi, was born on June 1, 2003 in Dehganabad district, Kashkadarya region.
🏢. Economics and Pedagogical University, primary education, 2nd stage student, winner of the badge for "international services" of the Double Wing International Creative Foundation of the Republic of Kazakhstan. 5 participants of the international anthology and 2 manuals are currently on sale on 10 sites of morebooks. He is also a holder of a high-level diploma of Navoi city administration and a member of the Golden Wings of the Republic.