THE SUN

I am the Sun under the ground!

If you do not see me,

With the sun shines – my poems

You will hear me.

I am the Sun under the ground!

The heat of my words

will burn the people.

Who are ashamed for me.

They will not be able to hide

in the back of the eyelash.

I am the Sun under the ground!

I will melt

the ice world of the people.

I am the Sun under the ground!

I will bright

the world of the people

whose insides are dark.

I am the Sun under the ground!

To kill darkness –

it is my profession

every round.

A TALK WITH THE FIREWOOD

The same fire called Love
burned us both.
My sorrow-sister – you, firewood.
You blazed like a tree,
I burned like a man.
Our smoke became one spirit,
(somewhere, fire made peace with water)
From you – a fist of ash remained,
From me – a fist of earth.
Tell me…
which of us burned more beautifully,
firewood?

YOU AND I

I sought the truth-
but you came to me as a gentle lie.

I sought the dawn of hope-
but you came as a trembling “perhaps.”

I sought the joy that sings-
but you came as a quiet consolation.

I sought forever-
but you came as a fleeting lifetime.

And on this wide earth,
I searched for the self
I had once lost in the wind…
and it was you
who stood before me.

POEM WOMAN

Seeing your delicacy,
they compared you
to a flower…

Seeing your mischief,
they compared you
to the wind…

Seeing the tears in your eyes,
they compared you
to the sea…

Seeing your boundless loyalty,
they compared you
to the earth…

But you,
woman,
are a poem created by God.
And I
compare you
to a poem
that soothes my soul.
Your name is Poetry…

You were born like a poem.
Verse by verse, you live.
Syllable by syllable, you weep.
Line by line, you laugh.
With your laughter,
you wipe away
the world’s sorrow.

Sometimes you are joyful like a poem.
Sometimes sorrowful like a poem…
Yet,
woman,
you are eternal like a poem!
Your name is Poetry…

Prof. Phd. Rasmiyya Sabir’s nine books have been published in Azerbaijan, Turkey, Uzbekistan, and Iraq. She is one of the members of the Union of Writers of Azerbaijan and Chuvashistan. At the same time, she is a co-founder of the Union of the World’s Young Turkish Writers. More than 130 poems have been composed by the composers. Her first CD and cassette with the music from her poems was recorded in 2002. Her poems have been translated into many foreign languages, including Turkish, Russian, English, Georgian, Persian, and published in Turkey, Iran, Iraq, Sweden, Germany, Bulgaria, Uzbekistan, Kazakhstan, and elsewhere. She has been awarded many prizes. The first prize was given to her in the year 2000 in a competition dedicated to Fuzuli. She has been chosen “The person of the literature of the year” by the International Organizations called KIBATEK and VEKTOR. She has translated Modern Azerbaijani poems into Turkish and modern Kazakh and Uzbek poems into the Azerbaijani language.  She has been represented in different poetry festivals in Azerbaijan. She has gained the benefit of the President’s Fund of the Azerbaijan Republic.

Lonely 

~~~~

When you love,

just love. 

No matter how long? 

Love should be pure as it is,

coming straight from a loving heart unconditionally.

Cause love has no reason to be lovable. 

As I find life so natural to breathe, 

not only to live but it comes naturally. 

So is love! 

Love doesn’t need to be loved.

Still, if you have a question, 

let me tell you

love is enough

to be together 

in the moment,

however long it may be. 

Love lives with its purity. 

Love is a blessing, 

the highest form of charity,

and the moments remain captured forever,

even when things turn bitter. 

Love is made for all, but not everyone receives love. Somewhere, the mind becomes heavy over the heart. 

But still, love is power, 

the power to forgive one another. 

But the most empowering love turns so pale today ,

in your courtyard of interests, 

and I remain in awe. 

My love isn’t forbidden. 

I neither wear a fake smile; 

I just can’t.

There, I get caught. 

But I am so happy to get caught like that.

But I am not happy to experience love that comes with conditions and remains hidden for long, 

until it becomes visible in the light of conditional actions.

THE POSSIBLE PHYSICAL AND PSYCHOLOGICAL HEALTH PROBLEMS IN CHILDREN ASSOCIATED WITH EXCESSIVE INTERNET USAGE: EXPLORING COMPUTER VISION SYNDROME AND DEPRESSION.

Elbekova Nilufar Nodirbek kizi

20-school Namangan region, Uzbekistan

nilufarelbekova31@gmail.com

Annotation: Internet usage (IU) is becoming problematic among children, which is raising the possible health problems associated with IU. This article aimed to assess how children are becoming addicted to the virtual world and explore possible physical and psychological problems associated with IU. According to the latest available data, children spend an average of 2 hours and 30 minutes on social media every day, raising the possibility of having serious digital health problems among children, which can be either psychological or physical. Several studies globally, and numerous anecdotal media reports, suggest possible links between overuse of the Internet by adolescents and young adults and negative health consequences such as depression, attention deficit hyperactivity disorder, excessive daytime sleepiness, problematic alcohol use, or injury [1]. About 90 percent of children and adolescents aged 5-17 (47 million persons) use computers, and about 59 percent (31 million people) use the internet [2]. 

Key words: Internet usage (IU), Virtual world , Internet addiction, Computer vision syndrome (CVS) , Digital health, Depression, Support vector machine (SVM), Children, Physical health problem, Psychological health problem, Major depressive disorder (MDD), Bipolar disorder, Dysthymia.

Abstract: The use of internet among children has been increasing dramatically. Sadly, one of the biggest factors that children becoming addicted to internet is many parents` dependence on virtual world. The enough attention is not giving to children while they are being busy with internet-related activities and on top of that, even some parents are allowing them to engage with useless and harmful activities, subconsciously. About 60 percent of parents globally let their children use the Internet without any limits and do whatever they want on social media, and they do not even pay much attention to how much time their children spend in the digital world. The Internet has been having a big impact on academic performance in the last decade, making computers and electronic devices an indispensable source of education in many classrooms. Although nearly all schools have Internet access, many children and adolescents are more likely to access the Internet from their homes. Of those children and adolescents who use the Internet 78 percent access it at home compared to 68 percent who access it at school. Many of those who rely more an access at school come from lower income families (less than $35,000 per year) or have parents who have not earned at least a high school credential [2]. According to Of com, 9 out of 10 UK children aged 5 to 15 went online with an electronic device.98 per cent of 5-7-year-olds watch TV programs or films on any device for an average of over 11 hours per week. And younger kids aged 3-4 are watching for even longer with 12 hours and 42 minutes per week with 24 per cent even having their tablet [3]. Excessive use of internet gaming apps during childhood may be associated with hyperactivity, peer problems, high socioeconomic level, alexithymia concerns, shorter daytime sleep duration, and a delayed morning wake-up [4].We divide digital health problems arising from overuse of Internet into two categories : physical and psychological problems.

PHYSICAL HEALTH PROBLEM: Computer vision syndrome (CVS)

       1.1 General information about CVS: One of the biggest and problematic physical health issue associated with children is computer vision syndrome (CVS). Studies have shown that eye-related symptoms are the most frequently occurring health problems among VDT users. Computer Vision Syndrome, also known as Digital Eye Strain, is a group of eye and vision-related problems that result from prolonged use of digital devices.These devices include computers, tablets, smartphones, and even e-readers. CVS is characterized by a range of symptoms that primarily affect the eyes and may manifest in various ways, such as eye discomfort, blurred vision, and headaches [5]. CVS is one of the most common and conspicuous physical health problem associated with overuse of smartphones and UV devices. A study conducted by the American Optometric Association (AOA) reported that nearly 25% of children between the ages of 6 and 18 have experienced symptoms of CVS [5].

1.2 Causes of CVS: Several causes are found but the first and primary one is prolonged screen time which is followed by long time screening. Children often spend hours on social media, entertainment apps and games. Even if they are doing assignment, this does not mean they will be bypassed. Second biggest factor is poor seating posture while working with computer, forcing child to come closer to the screen and absorbing high UV lights. That is the reason why office workers make sure that they are taking short breaks while working long hours—not only to ensure their safety and health, but also because taking quick breaks means standing up and doing some physical activity to avoid long-time sitting pain. Another interesting but simple cause of CVS is reduced blinking or in another terms -starring at screen for a long time without blinking. Eyes cannot become wet if blinking is not normal, which creates an ideal environment for UV light to more deeply penetrate the eye [5]. The last one is Blue light emitted by digital screens is known to be a significant factor in CVS. Exposure to excessive blue light, especially before bedtime, can disrupt the sleep-wake cycle and cause digital eye strain. Many devices now offer blue light filters to mitigate this issue [5]. These are the main causes of CVS, and according to many surveys it is found that many people who have suffered from it have faced these causes in the first place.

1.3 Symptoms of CVS: As CVS has several causes, the symptoms are not less. Frequent eyestrain or eye discomfort. This is manifested in the way the eyes itch, redden or often blink , often disturbs child to focus on tasks. Headaches are the most painful part of CVS. The strain on the eye muscles and the continuous effort required to focus on screens can trigger headaches, which can be quite debilitating [5]. These are quiet common among children. Researchers always involve blurred vision as a symptom CVS. Difficulty in focusing on near or distant objects is a sign of a blurred vision. It has many negative effects on childrens academic performance as they might face to some difficulties while reading from a distance or writing thanks to blurred vision. Dry eyes-as mentioned earlier, reduced blinking while using digital devices can lead to dry eyes. Dry eyes can cause discomfort, redness, and even pain. In severe cases, it may lead to long-term eye problems [5]. Symptoms are not so painful, but it is difficult for children to solve such health problems, even if they are always small. Parents should not allow these symptoms to be experienced by young children. They must teach children about the consequences of excessive IU and show some experiences for children to reflect on such physical problems.

1.4 Methods and materials: Many studies are conducted by researchers and results are approved by doctors of ophthalmology departments. Cases can be studied in various ways: assessment of the patients history, by testing patients with measurement of visual acuity, by refraction tests (it determines the necessary lens power to correct refractive errors such as nearsightedness, farsightedness, or astigmatism), by eye focus and coordination tests and questioning patients. 

1.5 Results: According to recent studies female (all ages)are the most likely to have CVS than male. Age group also plays a role and children aged 8-11 develop this syndrome faster than adults with headaches has seen as the most common and frequent symptoms of CVS among all studies.Continents Percentage of children-adults

Asia (India) 50%

Africa ( Nigeria) 50-65%

North America (US) 65%

South America (Brazil) 33%

Antarctica No permanent residents

Europe (UK) 55%

Australia 58%

It is clear that 65% (around 48 million) children in US experienced with the symptoms of CVS which shows that the highest percentage among other 5 countries. Except from South America (Brazil) with the lowest percentage, other continent`s given countries showed around 50-60% of children with CVS. Because of Antarctica has no permanent residents, there is no any research has held.

                                               Adults Children

                                 Male Female Boys Girls 

                                 61,8% 71,4% 48-52% 50-55%

In all categories women (especially office workers) are more likely to have symptoms of computer vision syndrome, which is because they have hormonal influences to computer more than man and they are more sensitive to UV lights.

Elbekova Nilufar, daughter of Nodirbek, was born on the 7th of March in 2010 in the Namangan region, Namangan district. Study in 10th grade at 20-local school located in the Namangan district. Nilufar is interested in reading books and 3D designing as well as curious about learning new languages. Her articles have been published in various local journals. Her main aim is to become the leader of her chosen field and share her knowledge with youth.

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The wheat stalks breathe you in,
Braid your letters for the evenings.
And stir your songs the day they met
Upon his face, the silence… the flock of stillness.
Depart to where we began our journey,
Indeed, the streams hold but fragments.
To a time squandered,
Forgive my death when I choose you,
To the mercy of the devout, in protest,
To the dwelling of the wound,
The distance of desolation.
And your endurance was to borrow
From the star, the day of collapse’s rituals.
Within you, the debasement of poems eludes,
Towards the sunrise.
And you quiet above some plains
The languages of apprehension,
In your sailing times.
You soothe the blaze of solitude… cities,
And pour into the eye the tears of reunion,
Branches from the beginning we were,
For the land of severance.
We carry to it the beseeching letters,
To write in love,
The beloved’s spinning song.
And you still swear by the earthquake,
So as to prepare a new homeland,
Which the questions lost in their lament,
And the impossible bolted its gates
With bursts of time that began to depart.
You never left the harvests of remembrance,
That we were quenching.
With your silence, visions will not overflow
The boundaries of emptiness.
And we…
Are in vain.

***

May God Strengthen You

When love confused you one day,
And you melted into it, and you had no choice.
That separation was coming for you, my heart,
Anyway, may God strengthen you.
Why did you obey him and walk with him?
He got lost with you from the first step.
You lived life after him,
And the pain of his separation keeps you awake.
When love called to you,
You saw paradise with your own eyes,
And you returned again with what’s inside you,
In every glance, he makes you remember.
Were his days a dream, or
Was it a time that came and went?
In it, my joy is absent from his presence,
And my sorrow and worry destroy you.
Believe me, a page has been turned,
Like the hearts that were burned.
From him, love and hearts intended
To return to him again and command you.
Anyway, may God strengthen you.

***

The Roofs of Houses

It peeks from the window of our hearts,
And steps onto the paths that have drunk
From its spring, the tales.
Upon a thousand civilians who implore,
And thousands of throats whose echo
Is the roofs of houses.
Their lament still embraces them,
And gathers them,
A million prayers,
Except what it couldn’t contain.
And you, who are ascetic within your prison, waiting
For a glimpse of light,
Just to caress your forehead.
Your umbilical cord between you
And the homeland,
Knows you overcome your tears
And split your chest for the cities,
So that life may enter them,
Free from the gloomy darkness clinging
To every wall that the specter of silence
Has demolished.
These are thousands of throats whose echo
Is the roofs of houses.

***

The Scars of Salvation

Let the halos of my heart fall from my brow,
A light I thought I’d find while resting on the shoulder of the word,
The one that hums a tune through the folds of this poem.
Illuminate for others my journey, this bitter taste of a homeland’s pain,
The anguish that fills it, stirring with every dawn
That rises on a morning full of nonsense.
The word was powerless then,
Unable to forge a new space for confession,
Or pluck a bejeweled pearl from its sky
To gift to the poor, the orphans, the forgotten,
Those on the brink of death.
I know I am the zero from which all poets begin,
The seed whose sprout only grew in the shadow of my ancestors’ verses.
From them, I drew the strength to survive,
Dreaming of their blissful, generous seas.
I lean on them all with a pride that lifts me
Into realms bright with the light of their wisdom, O Lady Poem.
All I ever wanted from you was salvation,
To end on your shores.
I began you (or you began me) among the transients
In a city whose streets had all gone dark,
Forgotten by long wars, then awakened just once
By the triumph of survivors, and drops of hope
That thirst couldn’t defeat.
Between tables of gunpowder and napalm,
Scattered limbs and blood-stained walls,
Jackets lie vomiting on the sides of ruins,
With the words “I was here” scrawled upon them.
A hemorrhage of questions.
How I’ve longed for my poems to take them on,
A path to grief and to release.
I craft my shoot for the fated crowd,
And belong to the march coming from those forgotten lands
Hidden in the folds of shackles and prison cells,
The torment of hungry stomachs,
The gasping of tongues behind cries for departure,
The absence of hope for a coming brilliance
That carries on its face the radiance of the impossible.
Lady Poem, I know glory in your proof.
I know the secret in your river.
This is how we meet, and with us, we meet
A life that has no shrine,
A life that only survived through an impossible bargain
Between a bundle of thorns that grew just once
From the pain of salvation.
I am destined to live and to see the city
Be the first to bless the burning heat of a step toward freedom,
Swearing by the fading glory in its children’s eyes,
The honeyed treasures flowing over a new homeland.

 

Heartaches By The Numbers

 

The End of the Road

My yellow brick road was paved with her promises.

 

A Dickinson Uncouplet

A rant without slant?

Don’t tell me I can't.

 

Night Cruises

Our ships passed at night.

She would pass many others.

I only passed hers.

 

The Rehearsal

When she rehearsed our wedding night

I’m sure it whet their appetite,

helping him rise up for more—

another notch, another score.

 

The Outsider

Perhaps if they’d stopped once they kissed,

I would never have felt that I missed

the delight in her heart

which was blissed from the start

of the joy she found on their first tryst.

 

My Mourning Star

I

still

wonder

where you are,

you who made my dawn

come up like thunder, morning star.

This War

How does it fit? Where does it fit?

A war made for TV, a reluctant war

Filling screens with carefully chosen

Words, words that can half mean or

Not mean at all. It’s newsworthy or

Takes up newsworthy space and time

Fills in between sports championship

Games, becomes a game of its own.

This is what we get when we let things

Go and think we can watch from these

Bleachers, the same ones we watched

From during the last war, last Superbowl

Last NBA finals. We are warrior watchers

Getting ready to go at it once again, like we

Did, like we did, and will probably have to

Do again.

                      Museums

Local museums, the kind historical societies

Put together, play time and place off each other.

A few hundred years ago, there was where we are

Right now, there were people trying to get by, get

On, living their lives creating this history that we

Can view and measure against now. There can be

Things we recognize in the places in the faces of

These folks. First descriptions, then drawings, then

Paintings, and finally photographs taking us through

The ongoing development of both cameras and

The people posing – this is the way a place becomes.

That is how we get to see them, know them. This is

Museum 101, and the locals have caught on. Here

We are, some strangers looking, touring through

Yet another place, and here they are trying to slow

Us a bit and get us to see where we are, not just in

This moment but in a larger context – the context of

Time and the idea of place, their place.

          Book

This book needed to be,

had to become, became

then shouldered its way

to the front of the shelf

with so much to say, so

much to tell us, trippling

on its pages, not mouthing

like the others often did,

often do. This book reads

itself to me, handles it all

so well, like a parent, like

a grandparent reading to

an attentive child, bounces

me on its knee. This book

was meant to be, was most

of the reason the word “book”

was ever said. It shines, it

shadows, it knows the tint of

every emotion available to us.

It fills in the blanks, crosses its

t’s and dots all our i’s, commits

it all to words on its pages, does

us a great service – it summarizes

who we are and what we’re about.

It’s the book that needed to be put

together and then was.

APPRECIATED TEACHER

A bright star shines in my heart,

 You are a classic among people. Your traces are in every letter and word,

 A dear teacher who opened the way to hearts.

We have learned manners and knowledge by following you,

 We have learned every aspect of knowledge.

 You were kind even in your reprimands, 

Now we are learning the lessons of life.

The lessons you taught have paved the way, 

We have laid the foundation for our future dreams.

 The kindness and attention we have received from you always motivates us to justify our trust.

Thank you, teacher, for your kindness, 

Your value to us is high and great. You will live forever in our hearts, My dear teacher, 

I bow to you a thousand times.

Jasmina Abdusaidova was born on July 20, 2011 in Gallaorol district, Jizzakh region. She is a student of district school No. 22.