alabanza we will say alabanza to her loving heart that always beat as one with ours. her eyes melded into our minds stone within us. di su nombre across the world, let her breathe with the sound of our voices coming in unison conteniendo su alma. she will live forever in our one corazón wrapping us tight with all her love hoy, mañana, y siempre.
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Poetry from Sobirjonova Rayhona

My dear sister Madina,
In the sky’s clear embrace today,
A melody echoes in a long, soft way.
Thank you, dear teacher, for all that you gave,
For sharing your knowledge, so wise and so brave.
This world is flawed without you, my guide,
In subjects so needed, you walked by my side.
Because of you, I’ve come this far,
Turning the pages of books full of stars.
You showed me myself, took me by the hand,
Even when I strayed, you’d patiently stand.
For me, you’ve given your everything whole,
Enduring the burdens, like my mother’s soul.
My teacher, my father, so grand in your grace,
I sing out your praises, with rhythm I chase.
Madina, my teacher, you’re the best there could be,
My spring in full bloom, you’re the summer to me.
With you here, I smile and live without fear,
One day, I’ll be just like you, that is clear.
The world will look on, admiring us both,
I’ll pave the ground with flowers, to show you my oath.
In my heart, you’ll stay cherished forever,
From you, I’ll take lessons, growing more clever.
My being and soul are alive by your grace,
Each time I see you, my heart starts to race.
Grateful am I for you, my dear guide,
Let my voice soar to the heavens, far and wide.
Your name, I’ll make into a tale of my own,
Each time I see you, joy brightly is shown.
Madina, my world, you light up my skies,
Like the lovely basil by the water lies,
With you, every moment of life is so sweet,
Stay well, dear teacher, my heart skips a beat.
I am Sobirjonova Rayhona, a 10th-grade student at the 8th General Secondary School in Vobkent district, Bukhara region. I was born in December 2008 in Chorikalon village, Vobkent district, into an educated family.
Essay from Orzigul Sherova
Motivation is a reason or force that urges a person to start, continue or stop an action or process. This force influences human behavior, motivates him to do or learn something. It is true that this term is gaining popularity today, especially among young people. They look for motivation to start learning or doing something. Therefore, this topic is very common among today’s youth and has caused a lot of interest.
Is motivation really that important? If it is important, why is it important?
The reason for this is simple. Motivation, often fueled by curiosity, drives us forward in life. Motivation is what motivates us to learn, improve, and set and achieve goals. As a result, motivated youth feel happier, more energized, and more confident in whatever they do. A lack of motivation can lead to unhappiness and risky behaviors such as substance abuse. A world without motivation and interests would be a world without progress, development or hopelessness. So today, motivation is really important for young people. It helps us to set goals and guide our actions and achieve our goals. We young people get this motivation from older people, teachers, scientists who have achieved various achievements and try to be like them.
Poetry from Fhen M.

René Magritte’s The Son of Man
a man in an overcoat & bowler hat
standing in front of a low seawall
beyond which are the ocean & thick clouds
he could be the young Pilo
a graduation photo
he wore a business suit
a hankie in a breast pocket
what’s missing was a hovering apple
raining men
raining apples
in a surrealistic realm
the falling green apple
that obscured the face of the Son of Man
could be Newton’s apple
a discovery of the invisible
what is essential is what is invisible
𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨,
𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦
𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦
insert picture in a picture
insert a green apple in a souvenir picture
𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯
Magritte’s art is attributed to mysticism
my grandpa’s life is a mystery
the man’s eyes can be seen
peeking over the edge of the apple.
Fhen M. studied the academic subjects Writing in the Discipline, 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘗𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴, and The Literature of the World at Eastern Visayas State University. The Waray poem “Uyasan” (“Toy” in English”) written by Fhen M. was published in a collection of literary works entitled 𝘗𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘭𝘪: 15 𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘓𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘸. His English verses “Lighthouse,” “Seaport,” “Barbeque Stalls along Boulevard,” and “Tetrapod” appeared in 𝘗𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢 anthology series published by Clarendon House. In 2024, Red Penguin Books’ 𝘈𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘛𝘪𝘮𝘦: 𝘈 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨-𝘰𝘧-𝘈𝘨𝘦 𝘗𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘈𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘺 will publish his piece “Outside the Block Universe”. One of his poems will also be included in 𝘍𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘢/𝘍𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘈𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘺 by Open Shutter Press. Fhen M. submitted verses in Waray for the 5th Lamiraw Creative Writing Workshop, including the 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘺 “Duha nga mga pagtug-an” (translated in English as “Two confessions”). David Genotiva, Merlie Alunan, and Victor Sugbo were some of the distinguished panelists of this writing workshop held from the 5th to the 7th of November 2008.
Artwork from Mark Young
Poetry from Murrodillayeva Mohinur

I’M TRULY TIRED OF YOU ALL
The wound in my heart,
When will it heal, I don’t know,
No cure exists for this pain,
No doctor’s found it, though.
My enemies wait for me to break,
They open the door to betrayal’s wake.
Maybe now, it’s finally enough,
I’M TRULY TIRED OF YOU ALL.
You fear not God’s wrath above,
Even poison you’d gladly shove.
Tell me, when will you turn to grace?
I’M TRULY TIRED OF YOU ALL!
In front, you stand as if you’re strong,
Behind, you stab—like you’ve all along.
On my path, you scatter thorns,
I’M TRULY TIRED OF YOU ALL!!
I’m the bad one, go ahead and claim,
Keep saying you’re the victor of the game.
Gossip about me, add to my blame,
I’M TRULY TIRED OF YOU ALL.
Murodillayeva Mohinur is a 10th-grade student at the 44th General Secondary School of G’uzor district, Qashqadaryo region.
Poetry from Sayani Mukherjee
Kaizen The autumnal Bliss Collecting paper flowers A marlboro bough Cherry blossoms in a night travelled road Dark like night sheets Rooted deeply in parks Funeral coats are funny Dusts to dusts While counting each moments Loose ends Piano players are happiest Yeats was right So were Poets Fool's paradise Dark rhythms I conceive you My Muse of torpedo blue Little Bluebird of my chainmail desks My autumnal pinings La Vie en rose Gold hearts get noticed Poets are happiest In a sense Paradise eden Lean in art's bosom. I summon my Autumn.




