Voracious Time
Time is a beast which no one can slay
Time’s moving forward with no delay
Time is a river that cannot be dammed
Time won’t be stayed by the mightiest hand
Time is an appetite always unsated
Time is never destroyed or created
Time is an enemy never defeated
Time is experience never repeated
Time swallows all and nothing escapes it
Time never changes we cannot erase it
Time is the thing that makes us all equals
Time happens once without any sequels
Topic: “In New Uzbekistan, youth issues have been elevated to the level of state policy”
Author: Abdulaapipov Azamat Abdulazizovich
Chief Leader of the Tashkent City Branch of the Organization of Children of Uzbekistan
11th Grade Student of General Education School No. 186,
Shaykhontohur District, Tashkent City.
All over the world, youth are the continuators of all spheres of activity. Currently, the world’s population has exceeded 8 billion people, with about 20% being young people. In Uzbekistan, this figure exceeds 60%.
In 2016, an important document was signed for Uzbek youth. It was the first normative legal act signed by Shavkat Mirziyoyev as President of the Republic of Uzbekistan—the Law on State Youth Policy dated September 14, 2016. This law opened up significant opportunities for all the youth of Uzbekistan. Since more than half of the country’s population consists of young people, the consistent implementation of youth policy has become a crucial factor in Uzbekistan’s entry into the ranks of the most developed countries in the world. This is well understood by the country’s leadership and government.
When talking about attention to youth in our country, one cannot forget the figures of the Jadid movement who lived during the era of Turkestan, such as Gulom Zafarij, Munavvar-kori Abdurashidkhanov, Abdulla Qadiri, Abdurauf Fitrat, Iskhakhan Tura Ibrat, Abdulla Avloni, Abduhamid Chulpon, and Mahmukhodja Behbudi. They promoted knowledge among the youth of Turkestan. Our President speaks about these ancestors as follows:
«The new schools, theaters, libraries, museums, newspapers, and magazines created by the Jadids, as well as charitable societies that sent children from Turkestan abroad for education, awakened our people from centuries of slumber and gave a powerful impetus to the national liberation movement,» says President Sh. Mirziyoyev.
Today, youth policy, issues concerning youth, protection of their rights and interests, and the upbringing of well-rounded, energetic young people are defined as a priority direction for all state bodies and ministries in Uzbekistan.
In Uzbekistan, based on the principle of «Youth Balance,» youth are divided into three categories: «good,» «average,» and «difficult.» It is important to note that youth from the «difficult» category do not go unnoticed. On the contrary, the state pays special attention to them, providing support and involving heads of ministries, departments, khokims (governors), and leaders of all divisions who are assigned to such young people, treating them as their own children. They listen to their problems and help resolve socio-economic issues.
To raise independent and patriotic young people who can use the internet rationally, training centers for «Digital Technologies» have been established in all regions. The state views the opportunities provided to youth and the funds allocated not as expenses but as investments in the future of the country.
In 2019, the President proposed «5 Initiatives» covering five important areas that played a significant role in the fate of youth. For example, gifted young people receive a car as a presidential prize by winning one of the contests. The implementation of these 5 initiatives marked a new milestone in the history of youth education in Uzbekistan. Additionally, young women have been given opportunities to engage in entrepreneurial activities thanks to financial resources allocated by the state, which has become another incentive for them.
At the initiative of the President, children of law enforcement officers can enter universities on state grants without entrance exams and are provided with all necessary conditions.
A fund called «Youth – Our Future» has been established to finance youth business initiatives, startups, ideas, and projects.
To support people with disabilities and low-income families in need, a system called «Unified Social Protection Registry» has been created. Additionally, «National Agency for Social Protection,» «Iron Book,» and «Women’s Book» have been introduced to address the problems faced by needy families.
Youth who are unemployed receive financial support through the «Youth Book» program to acquire desired professions. It should be noted that in the «Action Strategy» for five priority areas of development of the Republic of Uzbekistan from 2017 to 2021, special attention was given to youth issues. In particular, the protection of youth rights was designated as one of the main tasks.
In Uzbekistan, youth is viewed not as a «problem» of society but as a powerful force driving the country’s development, a strategic resource for the state. As a result, today educated, progressive-thinking, principled young people are becoming an increasingly important driving force for the future of the country.
An Agency for Youth Affairs has been established in the republic to develop and implement youth policy. This agency actively works on and develops new projects and initiatives aimed at benefiting the youth. It has become a support system for young people living in the country. Today, the agency sets ambitious goals and, with the trust of the state, works at the grassroots level—in villages, towns, districts, and regions. Now, advisors to khokims and youth leaders in mahallas provide support for their development.
In the modern era, the youth of Uzbekistan can read books online, learn foreign languages remotely, and acquire professions through online courses. The Children’s Organization of Uzbekistan is engaged in activities aimed at the active participation of children in public life, despite their young age. Members of this organization, known as leaders, can hold positions at the level of class, school, district, region, city, and republic. School students can become leaders, which allows them to grow as future political figures and gain deep knowledge. Leadership is an important process. Students who go through leadership activities can occupy high state positions in the future.
On the international stage, Uzbekistan is recognized as one of the fastest-growing countries in the field of youth policy. The country has entered the top ten states participating in the implementation of the UN strategy «Youth Strategy – 2030.» Furthermore, Uzbekistan’s capital, Tashkent, has been declared the youth capital for the first time in the CIS.
Thus, the youth of New Uzbekistan continues to inherit the strength, knowledge, and initiative of their ancestors, such as the great mathematician al-Khwarizmi, scholar and engineer Ahmad al-Fergani, hadith scholar al-Bukhari, philosopher al-Farabi, encyclopedic scholar al-Biruni, physician Avicenna, poet Alisher Navoi, statesman Amir Timur, and many others. The youth of New Uzbekistan continues to strive for development and the construction of a prosperous future for the country.
We are ready to celebrate DYLAN THOMAS’ DAY again.
Here is the link to DYLAN THOMAS’ new website for the 2025 celebration.
https://shininglanternsfordylanday2025.jimdofree.com/
In the section GENERAL INFORMATION-CONTACTS you can find all you need to know. Starting from the text of Dylan Thomas’ poem SHOULD LANTERNS SHINE, this year’s suggested themes are 2:-LIGHT CAN WIN DARKNESS-NOSTALGIA FOR CHILDHOOD TIME LONG GONE. You can choose one of these themes or you can send your works as “responses” to the Poet’s words:
https://quotes.thefamouspeople.com/dylan-thomas-245.php
Please send your contributions with your 4 lines biography to:
Date limit: MAY 10.
Filling the Hollow
resonator grotto
pushing headline disinfectants
devised a renewed pastiche
liminal fury for taint collectors
brought a binge pot dilemma
its crude invective
untamed the clot’s brand name
ghost fangs mental vending
threshed spotless reverb egress
past sound regrets tangled dry
as a flattened root
plying the sharpened tonic grab
contortion clangs against vibrato
trembling with a haunted verbatim
in search of a breaking tremolo
to gambol freely
against the chamber’s echo points
Below the Land’s Bottom
pealing at robotic speed
the stranger left a missing hieroglyph
sleeping under the sinkhole
swamping the mendicant
sporting a bearded vantage boast
where street invention
gaped a landmark palpitation
2.
verbal carnage soaring
vigil haze fattened the coming
joggle a rough descent
retread derision encased
any sidewalk dream plots worn
to comfort the decimation
with a congregation of friction studios
3.
lout fight a slow obstacle
included fans of glower problems
fighting apprehension daze
reprobate misses figurine
torpedo grieving well black ending
rapier predispositions stick
bygones target simulacrum remover
JUST
It’s just that I miss you …
A warm evening smells of lilac,
And invitingly meeting lovers,
A nightingale crooning gasps,
A May evening, spring without being embarrassed.
May evening and a branch of lilac,
We inhale the scents of flowers,
You lightly touched knees,
And a hot desire embraced,
There are shadows on the green grass.
Your touch is so welcome.
It’s just that I’m flying into the Water with my head,
Just, I can hear your breathing.
It turned out to be my fate,
Then, in love with me, your confession.
It’s just that I miss you,
Every hour without you is no joy to me,
I’m drawing our meeting in my dreams,
And I hide a careless weakness,
Letting go into the hustle and bustle of the city.
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ПРОСТО
Просто, я по тебе скучаю…
Тёплый вечер сиренью пахнет,
И призывно влюблённых встречая,
Соловьиным напевом ахнет,
Майский вечер, весны не смущаясь.
Майский вечер и ветка сирени,
Мы вдыхаем цветов ароматы,
Ты слегка прикоснулся к коленям,
И горячим желанием объяты,
На зелёной траве чьи-то тени.
Так желанны твои прикасания.
Просто, в омут лечу с головою,
Просто, слышу твоё дыханье.
Оказалось моею судьбою,
То, в любви мне, твоё признание.
Просто, я по тебе тоскую,
Каждый час без тебя мне не в радость,
Я в мечтах нашу встречу рисую,
И скрываю беспечную слабость,
Отпустив в суету городскую.
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Απλά μου λείπεις…
Απλά μου λείπεις…
Ένα ζεστό βράδυ μυρίζει λιλά,
Και προσκαλώντας τους εραστές,
Το άσμα του αηδονιού θα λαχανιάσει,
Μάιος βράδυ, άνοιξη χωρίς αμηχανία.
Το βράδυ του Μαΐου και ένα κλαδί λιλά,
Εισπνέουμε τις μυρωδιές των λουλουδιών,
Αγγίξατε γόνατα,
Και μια καυτή επιθυμία αγκάλιασε,
Υπάρχουν σκιές στο πράσινο γρασίδι.
Το άγγιγμά σας είναι τόσο ευπρόσδεκτο.
Απλώς πετάω στην πισίνα με το κεφάλι μου,
Απλά, ακούω την αναπνοή σου.
Αποδείχθηκε ότι ήταν η μοίρα μου,
Τότε, ερωτευμένος μαζί μου, η ομολογία σου.
Απλά μου λείπεις.,
Κάθε ώρα χωρίς εσένα δεν είναι χαρά για μένα,
Ζωγραφίζω τη συνάντησή μας στα όνειρά μου,
Και κρύβω μια απρόσεκτη αδυναμία,
Αφήνοντας να πάει στη φασαρία της πόλης.
President of the International Literary Association “Creative Tribune”(ILACT),
Head of the German Branch of the Writers’ Union NA,
Dr. Hc Natalie Bisso
Президент Международной Литературной Ассоциации “Творческая Трибуна”(МЛАТТ), Руководитель Германского Отделения СПСА, Академик,
Dr. Hc Натали Биссо
His Mercy in my Depressed State
In His shadow of warmth
I take solace
when my bouts of despair
seem to set in.
When I get exhausted by
the realities of my own
trials and adversities.
I look to the hills from whence
my teary eyes get their arid relief.
There are moments I find myself sunken deep in my own melancholy.
When I seethe with frustration at the slightest provocation of my own depression.
At such unpleasant moments, I find myself diving instantly into His Ocean of grace and infinite mercy,
only to emerge later from my baptism of succour.
Bermuda Triangle
I’m a soldier who has lined his face to the cold wall of the trench
My bullets are words …
Place your eyes on mine!
We all are wounded in this war.
We’re all exiled in our land…
Place your eyes on mine!
Your eyes are like Bermuda Triangle
The gone never come back …
If you’re asked, respond:
The poet never came back!
***
The snow
The nights that I miss
Your voice is like a song that Lord recites
Comes like snow to my morning.
Silently…
White …
***
Tragic Poem
A piece of me has stayed far away
Under the rain
Those are gone from me, don’t have a “return” ticket
The storm is the nightmare of the trees on old nights
The fingerprint of a woman is shivering in the fancy of windows
A prisoner with hands like an elm leaf
Whose voice as light
In the name of the freedom
She may write this poem on the wall of his cell
May give birth by the voice of pigeons instead of the sun this spring
Instead of the bullet wound of the girl in this war
May shot this poem into her heart …
“May”s are birds of pain in the sky of wishes
Fly … fly … and disappear.
The past of my hands are Greek Gods
Has been forgotten
Buried in the cemetery of history
My eyes were buried in your far beautifulness
Bury me with my loneliness in autumn colors
It’s autumn …
Leaves are bulletin of elections
The trees elect the death
***
The cemetery of letter
I kissed the darkness of the night …
I entered into the sun pages of the morning.
My hands bear the greenness of leaves,
Spring is my hands …
Looked into the world to find my eyes.
The legs of men pain,
Scarf blows on the head of the woman,
The scarf
Blows like the flag of the country,
Blows …
The hands are opened to the poem in my mind,
Catches the skirt of twilight,
The opened hands for the poem in my mind are shackled,
Drowned in the sweat
It’s a long time, the mirrors don’t show the poets
Poets have been buried in the cemetery of letters
Here, the sun sets down with the time of women
Here, the wind blows from darkness
***
The love beast
Nothing remained for trust
Nothing remained for waiting
The last train left empty
The people of memories didn’t catch the train …
This season passed very hard
Like a year without spring
Nothing remained for cheering glasses
No kneed to rest our heads …
The color of my voice is autumn
Falls from the boughs of love
The lips are closed …
The window is covered by steam …
The beast of my love lives in a glass
Breaks by a word
I can die by a word …
Umid Najjari was born on 15th of April 1989 in Tabriz (Iran). After graduating from Islamic Azad University of Tabriz in 2016, he entered Baku Aurasia University to continue his studies in Philology in Republic of Azerbaijan. “The land of the birds” and “Beyond the walls” are among his published works in addition to some translations. His poems have been published in USA, Canada, Spain, Italy, India, Turkey, Uzbekistan, Iraq, Kazakhstan, Georgia, Chile and Iranian media. He was awarded the International LIFFT festival diploma in 2019. He achieved “IWA Bogdani” Award in 2021. He was awarded the “Mihai Eminescu” Award in 2022. He was awarded the International Prize “Medal Alexandre The Great” in 2022. He is Vice-President of the BOGDANI international writers’ association, with headquarters in Brussels and Pristina. and Turkic World Young Authors Association.