In your restive, waiting evening Experience tells you, Do not spoil the evening; sip your coffee, and ponder something—
Is everything so wretched? The light is dim, framing the dustbin outside. Such a nuisance—the little girl in nothing at all! Even the intersection is unhinged, rushing with red eyes, opening green eyes only to go blind.
No, not these. Do not waste a thought on such things. A man of your worth doesn’t bother with them;
please, do not ruin your evening. Ask yourself instead: why is there no Starbucks here? Is the coffee cloyingly sweet? Thinkers like you crave a bitter brew.
Ponder your new lover’s swelling breasts instead— the finest creation of beauty in the world is a woman’s breast. Your fountain pen, engraved with the Madonna, sheds its clothes as it writes— compare the two pairs of breasts, while within your skull a war breaks out between rival miracles.
Do not dare think of the beauty of the vagina, it is like a black hole, where your entire being collapses into nothingness. Do not spoil the evening; let each sip of coffee yield another intoxicating draft.
May your evening be blessed. Let her arrive, let her warmth outmatch the coffee’s steam. Sit face to face and begin to write— let the lover’s body strip down like the fountain pen.
Do not spoil the evening. Drag the poem deep into the night— let the ink of the fountain pen flood the undiscovered vagina.
Ri Hossain is a prominent voice in Bengali poetry, recognized as a rebellious and resilient figure in the contemporary literary landscape. Born on August 19, 1981, in Rangpur, Bangladesh, with ancestral roots in Munshiganj, he began his literary journey in 1993. His poetry deeply reflects personal experiences, societal conflicts, urban alienation, and a steadfast commitment to free expression. Author of several works, including the poetry collection Kobitar Abhyutthan Chai (2024), his writing bridges social consciousness with profound psychological and intimate introspection.
Technology and Humanity: Opportunities, Challenges, and the Future
Technology is humanity’s greatest invention, but using it wisely is its greatest test.
Technology has become an essential part of modern life. Computers, artificial intelligence, the Internet, robots, and mobile devices help us communicate, learn, work, and access information quickly. They improve productivity and quality of life in fields such as education, healthcare, agriculture, and business.
However, technology also has disadvantages. Excessive use of digital devices can reduce face-to-face communication, weaken social relationships, decrease attention and memory, and increase dependence on phones and games, especially among children and teenagers.
Another challenge is the misuse of technology. Cybercrime, data theft, misinformation, and manipulation have become serious global concerns. At the same time, advances in artificial intelligence and automation may replace some jobs, making new skills and lifelong learning increasingly important.
Technology is a tool, not a goal. If we use it for education, creativity, problem-solving, and the benefit of society, it can become one of humanity’s greatest helpers. Responsible digital literacy and balanced use are essential.
In the future, technology will continue to develop and become even more integrated into our lives. The most important thing is that people do not lose their humanity, values, and ethics. A healthy balance between people and technology is the key to a better future.
In conclusion, technology opens the door to great opportunities. By maximizing its benefits and minimizing its risks, we can build a safer, more meaningful, and more comfortable life. Technology should serve people—not the other way around.
Shodmonova Madina Bekzod qizi
Madina Shodmonova is a young Uzbek writer, researcher, language enthusiast, and the founder of ELITA Academy. She was born and raised in Potron Village, Qarshi District, Qashqadaryo Region, Uzbekistan. She comes from a family of four children. She has one elder sister and two younger brothers. Her father, Bekzod Ravshanov, and her mother, Sarvinoz Lutfiyeva, have always encouraged her to value education, honesty, and hard work.
From an early age, Madina showed a strong interest in books, languages, and writing. She enjoyed participating in educational activities and constantly looked for opportunities to improve herself. Her determination and discipline helped her achieve excellent academic results throughout her school years. After successfully completing her secondary education, Madina continued her studies at the Tashkent State University of World Languages, where she studies English Language and Literature. During her educational journey, she earned four international certificates and received a Gold Medal in recognition of her academic excellence and dedication.
Madina is deeply interested in literature, linguistics, education, intercultural communication, leadership, and youth development. She believes that learning foreign languages opens doors to global opportunities and strengthens international understanding. As the founder of ELITA Academy, she has created educational projects that support students in language learning, article writing, CV preparation, international certificates, and academic development.
Through these initiatives, she aims to inspire young people to believe in themselves and achieve success through education. Madina has written articles on education, culture, personal development, motivation, and social issues. Her writings encourage young readers to become lifelong learners, responsible citizens, and active contributors to society. She hopes to publish more research and articles in international journals and collaborate with scholars and educational organizations around the world. Her future goal is to become an internationally recognized educator, researcher, and author while continuing to promote quality education and equal opportunities for young people.
Madina Shodmonova
Founder of ELITA Academy Qashqadaryo Region, Uzbekistan
It is springtime, & the mountain lions are just coming into flower. A few early ocelots are practicing calisphenics on the lower slopes, in between sherpaing tourists up to the holy peaks.
Madrigals are everywhere — not Walt Disney’s magical Colombian family but the musical variety, where a number of singers sing separate notes that make up the chords the music is written as.
The ocelots pause in their exercises, begin to debate whether training the groups of tourists to join in singing a capella madrigals would increase the pleasure of their climb, or would they run out of puff before they got to where they wanted to go.
BOUQUET D’ANTAN
Am unsure if I like the
smell of yesteryear. Too
much reminder of mould,
of dust that you can’t get
rid of. But now someone
has brought it back as a
fountain pen ink whose
color is magenta, & seems
unable to do anything more
than make your writing look
prettier on the page, much like
its stablemates, BOUTON D’
OR or KYANITE DU NEPAL.
an / afternoon thought / for Tom Beckett
an
other is
another all together
al-
together an-
other thing again
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The al-Khwarizmi ficcione
No record of it exists except as a refutation. & the only record of the refutation is a fragment of a manuscript without provenance, attributed by the late Umberto Allegrezza, on the basis of stylistic & scribic elements, to Abu Ja’far Muhammad ibn Musa Al-Khwarizmi, better known as an astronomer, as the inventor of algebra, & rumored to be author of a lost — or rather — hidden treatise on calculus & which, it has been claimed, was the basis for both Isaac Newton’s method of fluxions and Gottfried Wilhelm Leibniz’s integral notation.
The manuscript records the thoughts of al-Khwarizmi on a homily by his contemporary Photius, the Patriarch of Constantinople, adherent to a different religion, entitled “All Life is an Accident Waiting to Happen,” aware that it was an ironic title since what Photius was advocating was the exact opposite.
al-Khwarizmi’s piece has an equally ironic title. “All Accidents are a Life Waiting to Happen.”
Personal Development and Career: The Golden Formula for Success
In today’s rapidly changing world, where competition is constantly increasing, your professional level cannot outpace the speed of your personal growth. Many people want to have a good job and a high income, but they often forget to make time for personal development. However, a successful career is not built by chance. It is the direct result of continuous self-improvement, the right strategy, and personal growth. Simply put, expecting career growth without growing as a person is unrealistic. Below, we will analyze the golden rules that can make you a highly sought-after professional in the labor market and take your career to a new level.
The first foundation of a successful career is the right balance between technical and personal skills. In today’s world, simply having deep knowledge of your field, or “hard skills,” is no longer enough. Companies now place great importance on “soft skills,” such as communication, adaptability, and the ability to solve problems calmly. Therefore, professionals need not only to learn the latest technologies in their field but also to develop emotional intelligence, build resilience to stress, and practice expressing their ideas effectively.
The second important step is setting clear and systematic goals. Acting without a plan is like traveling without a destination. Therefore, your goals should not be vague or unclear. Instead of having a general desire such as “I want to work in a good place,” you should set a specific goal such as, “I will become a leading specialist in an international company within two years.” Breaking large goals down into smaller monthly, weekly, and daily steps and setting clear deadlines for achieving them will motivate you to take action every day.
The third rule is to follow the concept of lifelong learning. A university degree is only a starting point; it cannot guarantee a successful career for the next 30 years. In the age of technology, knowledge becomes outdated very quickly. Reading at least one new book related to your field every month, improving your qualifications through reputable online platforms, and seeking advice from experienced mentors who have already reached the level you aspire to achieve will help you stay one step ahead of your competitors.
The fourth and one of the most powerful tools is professional networking. The people around you can influence your future opportunities. Actively participating in industry-related forums, conferences, and meetings can open new doors. The most important thing, however, is not simply making connections for personal gain, but building mutually beneficial professional relationships. When communicating with others, instead of thinking only about your own benefit, you should ask yourself, “How can my experience help them?” Being active on professional social networks such as LinkedIn is also one of the most effective ways to establish your place in the modern professional world.
In conclusion, career growth is a direct reflection of personal development. If you focus only on salary, titles, or higher positions, success may continue to move further away from you. On the other hand, if you focus your attention on improving yourself, deepening your knowledge, and developing your personality, career opportunities and professional advancement will naturally follow. Do not look far into the future for an investment; start investing in yourself today, right now.
Malika Arziqulova was born on January 14, 2011, in Samarkand Region, Uzbekistan. She is currently a ninth-grade student at Secondary School No. 36. She is distinguished by her interest in learning, curiosity, and eagerness to acquire new knowledge and skills.
BALANCING STUDY AND WORK: PERSPECTIVES AND IMPACTS
While some young people prefer to combine studying with work, others choose to focus primarily on acquiring knowledge during their education. It is no secret to any of us that in today’s rapidly developing era, various discussions arise among the population regarding education. In this regard, while a part of the youth studying emphasizes that combining education with labor activity is useful, another group of individuals concludes that the main focus during the educational period should be solely on acquiring knowledge. In reality, to what extent is it effective to combine knowledge acquisition with gaining experience?
Indeed, in our social society, individuals aiming to emphasize their careers point out several advantages of working while studying. First, a student or pupil gains the opportunity to apply theoretical knowledge in practice through working. Specifically, a student studying in the field of economics who works in a bank or small business tests the concepts learned in classes in real life. This further strengthens knowledge and helps perceive it not merely as bookish, but as life experience.
Second, working provides students with financial independence. Some students are limited to scholarships or funds coming from parents, and a job serves as an additional source of income, helping them meet their needs independently. As a result, they also learn economic responsibility. According to data from The College Board (USA), nearly 43 percent of American students choose to work during their studies because sole reliance on scholarships or family support is insufficient to cover all their expenses.
If we turn our attention to the other side of the coin, those who argue that there will be sufficient time to thoroughly master knowledge and further develop one’s future also have grounded arguments: first, working can hinder preparation for classes and negatively impact a student’s grades. Furthermore, in fields requiring extensive time such as medicine or engineering, working has a high probability of leading to a decline in the quality of knowledge. If knowledge is not sufficiently solid, future opportunities may also be limited.
Likewise, harmonizing studying with work requires a great deal of effort and time, resulting in students facing fatigue and stress. According to data from the American College Health Association, among students working alongside their studies, 61% complained of high levels of stress, and 45% of chronic fatigue.
Although both sides are argued based on strong facts, in my opinion, engaging in labor activity during the educational process can demonstrate its positive aspects. The reason is that skills such as time management, teamwork, communicating with clients, and a sense of responsibility are formed during the working process.
Instead of restricting work during the study period, I think it would be appropriate to place more emphasis on increasing experience in schools and colleges provided it does not interfere with classes. As the saying goes, “The essence of a speech is the shortest path,” I believe that one should work outside of classes for the purpose of gaining experience, because during the working process, they meet future colleagues, mentors, or specialists and establish professional connections. After all, as the famous German businessman Ian Johnson said: “Experience is the teacher of all things.
Mesfakus Salahin Assistant Professor of English Namoshankor Batti College Chapainawabganj Bangladesh
In one eye of yours dwells a silvery moon, In the other, an eternally youthful sun. It is that other eye I prefer the most; Touching the moon feels like walking, holding the fingers of the night. I deeply love that crimson fire— In the sun-bellows, I melt day after day, Becoming mountain and river at the port of toil; The sun is my fiery bliss.
The mud-streaked sun of dawn eventually turns into a fiery red glow;
Drenched in the hues of dreams, the mountain stones become exquisite art. The sun’s fragrance, caught in the hem of autumn’s robe, Gradually finds its way into the braid of your hair. Beloved, Let your secret mysteries rest upon the mountains of the moon; But grant me the river of the sun— I shall float or sink in its waters for eternity. Do not ask for an accounting— Of who loved whom and to what extent; Termites have made a home in my heart Had I stopped to calculate, I would not have loved Touch the veil of existence, hold fast to time—
Dawning was a beautiful thing with a strong stem resembling the green sea. At the reversal was hope, growing atop a bed of moss. Every week on the 5th day rain would fall nurturing our seed. Humming a sweet soft melody, summoning its colors. Every 5th day, whenever the sprinkles started our roots would grow instantaneously. Wafting the memories of summer rainfall. Consistency, the lofty petals blooming with future, yet no direction. Rising with a lively brown and blue dye seducing all admirers. The loop presenting comfort. During the 3rd cycle the rain was sparse and barely showered. Hungering, we waited. Fuming with pride vowing to be magnificent. In the next cycle the blessing returned. After completion however our plant remained untouched, frozen in progress. On routine the rain returned a 5th time. The hum reduced to whisper, the droplets sliding off petals. Colors starting to fade. Desperation and distress creeping in. At the 6th run. Silence introduced itself, filling in the soil. Submerging the glow within me. Petals shrinking in remorse. On the 7th cycle I stood by and watched the rain fall as hard as it ever did. Melancholy hovering. Envy running through my dry roots. Wondering, when did I outgrow the rain?
The Mic Flashbacks of how the lights glared at me as my muscles fought for air brush past me. Waves of eyes and cheers disorienting me. Wait, how did I get here? I ponder for a moment before I’m brought back. “Neidy.” My body awakens. My limbs tingle with anticipation. “Do you need the mic?” I nod my head vertically as I step forward, my fingers slowly embracing the cold mechanical device. I suddenly remembered how I got here. 3 weeks prior Rosalia, a classmate approached me with a proposal. “Neidy let’s perform at the school multicultural festival this year!” We are 6th graders. I have never done a performance before. I have no talent. “No.” “Aww, please why not? This is our last year at this school.” She insisted. “I don’t have anything to show.” That is only part of my excuse. Truth is I’m not fully confident in my English speaking skills since I had just moved to Seattle a couple years ago.Who would want to see a performance from a Spanish accent heavy immigrant kid anyway? She smiles sinisterly. “If I find you, say a poem, to read in front of everyone, would you do it?” I stare at her. I give her a small smile and nod my head. Rosalia picked a short poem, thank God. I spent weeks practicing and memorizing that poem in a language I was still mastering. My first time on a platform like this, what if they don’t like me? Well it’s too late to back out now. My presence was seen however my voice was unheard. My voice and my body shake as I begin. “Hi, my name is Neidy Avila Ramirez, I am a 6th grader and I will be reading a poem called Central America in my heart, by Oscar Gonzales. On this voyage into the deep communion of solitude I’ve casually come to know. the old and withered costumes of the sea. I’ve walked carefully through the colors of copper. when the dusk has already conjured the last prayer of the day. Through seasonal doorways I’ve called upon the twilight ghosts arched in the corners of the narrow cobblestone streets. I’ve let my lips evade the necessary verses to find the ending phrase for the afternoon. I’ve disarmed the elusive equity of the night to conceive an intimate verse from its fortified mysteries. I’ve cast aside the grieving songs of my twilight as the sky envelops the enamored vestments of the night. I’ve done and undone so many things in search of you.” My heart is running from my chest. The air has left me again. I stare into the crowd upon my final words.They deflect my doubts as rolling mountains of admiration and cheer follow, causing me to cover my ears for protection. I slowly place the mic back on its original stand then struggle making my way down the steps. “You did great!” Rosalia cheers. “Thanks!” I respond breathlessly. “Would you do it again?” That’s a good question. My knees were locked the entire performance, and i think I stopped breathing a couple times, yet there was something so exhilarating and empowering to voice what I had spent weeks practicing. Who knew they’d react like that. Would I be crazy to chase that feeling again? I suppress the thought. I inhaled deeply. “Maybe.”
Where I am from
I am from juicy soft mangos and oil drenched plantains masking the air. Where remnants of past civilizations and African slaves linger. Where each ocean crash tells a secret. I’m from cold, wet rain and mountains, where the sky roars of anger. Where “opportunity” and reality clash. I am from burden, responsibility and accountability. With the lights burning my skin and the cameras forever rolling. I am from bundles of hardworking souls. “Fight for change or it’ll never happen”. Witnessing the molding of future generations. I am from twisted coily black thick hair. The kind to entrap its invaders. Defensive. I am from a place of knowledge, offering comfort and vast history. A hideout from the world.
