Tulip...
To hold the arms of my destiny
firmly,
Find me
Looking at the mountains, even on a rainy way,
Bring a bouquet of tulips.
You are the person the artist drew on my forehead!
Love me with your soul over and over again
My lips are red, the first time you see them,
Bring a hearty white tulip.
Perhaps,
we know each other
Maybe a stranger
But fate crossed our paths.
Having smiled from happiness in your hug,
Bring the happiest tulip.
Write one poem
from your heart
Let your words touch my heart.
So much...
Standing proudly in front of the flower holder,
Bring me your life!
Dilnura Rakhmanova was born on March 20, 2003 in the village of Madir, Khanka district, Khorezm region. Currently, she is a 3rd year student of the Faculty of Philology of Urganch State University. His poems are published in the anthology “The song of Uzbek homeland” in “Amazon” publishing house of USA, “Ezgu so’z” newspaper, “Inja San’at” international electronic magazine, “Teacher” scientific and methodical magazine, “Turkestan” newspaper of Azerbaijan. , kafkazh.com site, Kenya’s “The Mt. Kenya Times”, Bangladesh’s “Red Times” international newspapers, Pakistan’s “Sindh courir” artistic and scientific site and stories in the Turkish “Artshop” publishing house, the anthology “Türkçe’nin ındakï Uzbek sesi”, “Hilol” It was published in the Republic of Artists Collection. His poems and stories have been translated into English, Turkish, and Azerbaijani languages. Participant of “Navqiron Gujumlar” poetic duel. “Student of the Year 2022” University stage “The most active creative student of the year” nomination. She is the recipient of the “Glotur life excellence” medal of the international scientific magazine “Glotur life”. The author of the poetry collection “Bakhtmunchaq”. sold to 26 countries of the world. “JustFiction! The first collection of stories and essays “Ways of life and dream” (“Ways of Life and Dream”) was published in English in the “Edition” publishing house. She is a graduate of the Shine Academy for Girls. She has a membership certificate of the international organization “Juntos por las Letras” of Argentina, “Iqra” of Pakistan. and Indonesia “Asih Sasami”, Egypt’s “Creativity Forum For Culture, Arts and Peace”, India’s “All India Council for Technical Skill Development” is a member of international organizations. Scholarship of the regional governor. Participant of international forums and conferences.
Please, don't cry, Mama
Please, don't cry, don't shed a tear, my dear Mama,
Through thick and thin, you're my guiding star.
When pain consumes me, don't grieve, my anchor,
Let heavens weep, but you, Mama, never.
Don't you worry about worldly strife,
Or whispers of gossiping, meaningless life.
"My only child, alone I strive," please don't say,
Just you, Mama, don't cry, brighten my day.
Feeling the sting of those close, I confess,
Sometimes I grow weary, life seems a mess.
My heart feels crushed, with each painful press,
But please, Mama, don't cry, your tears I suppress.
At times I can't be by your side so near,
Hiding my sorrows, a smile I force, it's clear.
Even a single teardrop, I can't bear,
So please, Mama, don't cry, my love I share.
You're the sun that lights my life's every stage,
My only support, my solace and gauge.
In you, my hope for tomorrow's page,
So please, Mama, don't cry, your love, my cage.
O'roqboyeva O'roloy G'ulomovna was born on September 10, 2005, in the Okoltin district of the Syrdarya region. She is currently a second-year student in the Faculty of Natural Sciences, majoring in Biology, at Guliston State University. At the same time, she is a young member of the Uzbekistan Liberal Democratic Party (XDP).
O'roloy has pursued knowledge in various fields, including education, personal development, politics, and finance. She is currently mastering English and Turkish.
abstract world
are we running
out of paint
conversation corner . . .
where we sit to check
our phones
trapping mix of flavors
in the casserole
heat dome
back then
how little we knew
about anything
she tells me hubby
won't be joining her for dinner
widow
angle broom
yet my corners
unswept
toasting
her campaign contributions
party atmosphere
tubes
to the outside world
incubator
whispers of shadows
they tell me everything
about you
casting
his vote with confidence
fisherman
Roberta Beach Jacobson (she/her) is drawn to the magic of words–poetry, song lyrics, flash fiction, puzzles, and stand-up comedy. Her latest book is Demitasse Fiction: One-Minute Reads for Busy People (Alien Buddha Press, 2023). She lives in Iowa with her husband and three cats.
Aliyeva Matluba Jakbaraliyevna was born on April 5, 1990 in Namangan district, Namangan region, Uzbekistan. She is studying fine arts and engineering graphics at Namangan State Pedagogical Institute.
She has been actively participating in public works, as well as attending classes regularly and getting excellent grades. The faculty has a graphics department and was able to attract talented students like Matluba to this department. Currently she is a member of the Students’ Academy established at the institute.
She is a winner of the “My first article” competition organized at the institute. She got 3rd place diploma in the “Best Article Author” contest in Pedagogical Sciences.
In 2023, she was awarded the New Uzbekistan Science Propagator badge, established by the Academy of Science and Scientific-Practical Activities.
She received a diploma of the Academy of Arts of Uzbekistan, and in 2024, she received a diploma and a certificate for taking the 1st place in the category of Design at the 2023 Festival of Fine and Applied Arts, Education and Training.
In 2024, she was awarded a diploma as the winner of the Namangan region stage of the republican competition “Navqiron ” in the Republic of Uzbekistan organized by the Union of Artists of Uzbekistan among creative young people, and was recruited to the republican stage.
At the moment, under the supervision of the associate professor of the institute, B. Oripov, scientific research is being conducted in the field of design of fine art (creating design based on creative ideas from fine art and grain products, fabric and decorative elements). In particular, during the 2023/2024 academic year, she published 4 articles in prestigious magazines and conferences, as well as a methodological instruction entitled “Specific aspects of Uzbek miniature art” and Artistic-methodological and professional principles of the work artists from Namangan. – methodical and professional principles) monographs were published in the German publishing house “Lambert Academic Publishing”.
Echoes of Ravenswood
Part 2: The Descent
The friends landed with a thud, their flashlights flickering as they hit the ground. Groaning, they picked themselves up, realizing they had fallen through a trapdoor into a hidden basement. The air was damp and musty, the faint sound of dripping water echoing through the darkness.
"Is everyone okay?" Jake asked, his voice echoing slightly.
"Yeah, I think so," David replied, rubbing his sore shoulder. "Where are we?"
Emily shone her flashlight around, revealing a narrow corridor lined with old, rusted pipes and crumbling brick walls. The atmosphere was even more oppressive down here, the weight of the earth above them adding to their growing sense of dread.
"We need to find a way out of here," Sarah said, her voice trembling.
They began to move cautiously down the corridor, their footsteps echoing eerily. The whispering voices seemed to have followed them, growing louder and more insistent. It was as if the walls themselves were alive, watching and waiting.
As they turned a corner, they came upon a series of doors. Each was marked with strange symbols and covered in a thick layer of dust. The friends exchanged uneasy glances, the sense of foreboding growing stronger.
"Should we open one?" Emily asked hesitantly.
"Do we have a choice?" Jake replied. "We need to find a way out, and this might be our only option."
They chose a door at random, Jake turning the handle slowly. The door creaked open, revealing a small room filled with old, rotting furniture and stacks of yellowed papers. In the center of the room was a large, ornate mirror, its surface tarnished and cracked.
Emily approached the mirror, her curiosity getting the better of her. As she wiped away the grime, she gasped. The reflection showed not just their group, but also shadowy figures standing behind them, their faces twisted in expressions of agony.
"Guys, look at this," she whispered, her voice shaking.
The others gathered around, their faces pale as they saw the ghostly figures in the mirror. Suddenly, one of the figures moved, its hand reaching out towards Emily. She stumbled back, her heart racing.
"We need to get out of here, now," David said, his voice urgent.
They backed out of the room, closing the door behind them. The whispering voices grew louder, now accompanied by faint, ghostly laughter. Panic began to set in as they hurried down the corridor, desperate to find an exit.
After what felt like hours, they came upon a set of stairs leading upwards. Relief washed over them as they climbed the steps, hoping to find a way back to the surface. However, as they reached the top, they found themselves in a large, circular chamber.
The chamber was lined with ancient, decaying bookshelves, and in the center stood a stone altar covered in strange, ritualistic markings. The air was thick with the scent of old, damp paper and something else, something metallic.
"Where are we?" Sarah asked, her voice barely a whisper.
Before anyone could answer, the door behind them slammed shut, and the room was plunged into darkness. The friends huddled together, their flashlights casting eerie shadows on the walls.
Suddenly, the altar began to glow with a faint, otherworldly light. The markings seemed to come alive, writhing and shifting like living things. The ghostly laughter grew louder, echoing through the chamber.
"We need to destroy whatever this is," Jake said, his voice filled with determination.
They approached the altar, their flashlights flickering as if the very air was trying to extinguish them. David picked up a heavy book from one of the shelves, intending to use it to smash the altar. As he lifted it, the room seemed to pulse with energy.
Just as he was about to strike, a figure appeared before them. It was a woman, her face pale and her eyes filled with sorrow. She seemed to be made of mist, her form shifting and shimmering in the faint light.
"Please, help us," she whispered, her voice filled with despair.
The friends froze, unsure of what to do. The woman reached out a hand, and they could see the marks of chains on her wrists. She seemed to be pleading with them, her eyes filled with a desperate need.
"Who are you?" Emily asked, her voice trembling.
"We are the lost souls of the Blackburn Mansion," the woman replied. "We were trapped here by a curse, bound to this place for eternity. Only you can set us free."
"How?" Jake asked, his voice filled with a mix of fear and determination.
"Destroy the altar," the woman said. "It is the source of the curse. Break it, and we will be released."
With a determined nod, David brought the book down on the altar with all his strength. The room seemed to explode with light, the air filled with a deafening roar. The friends were thrown back, their flashlights clattering to the ground.
When the light finally faded and the roar subsided, the friends found themselves lying on the cold stone floor. They groaned and slowly sat up, their heads spinning. The room was now eerily silent, the oppressive atmosphere lifted.
"Is everyone okay?" Jake asked, helping Emily.
Nahyean Taronno is a student of grade eight in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.
I was a school student. My life changed completely after a forty-year-old doctor of English language literature, a professor, came to our school and spoke to me. I was really envious of his achievements in life. he was looking for, he easily covered himself financially even when he was a student. Even while studying at school, he became a teacher, the profession he wanted. He graduated from school with a gold medal and entered a prestigious university on a grand basis During his student days, he expanded his business and also received the title of international teacher.
Do you know what he told us?
– Never dream of success, try to achieve success. Do not choose a good day or a good opportunity. Start today and now. Only then will you be among the successful! That’s right, you will stumble and fall. Know that the more obstacles and difficulties there are, the more success lies ahead! Work hard in silence, let success be your noise!
Guys, one of the main reasons for my success so far was that woman.
Keep this in mind:
“Knowledge is power! Stop living in your dreams and use all your knowledge and action to make them come true. Because your future will be better than your past!”
