“Summer with Kamalak!”

Summer! The heart of this season is full of love and happines! Even the sun, green Nature and wonderful gardens have special beauty and kindness . Especially summer is the favorite season of the little ones. Because they go on summer holiday. Summer shares love to all children! In the Republic of Uzbekistan also school classes are completed in may, and the summer holiday lasts until September. During these three months, children have a rest in different camps or at home with their family. In my hometown, children’s time always goes enjoyable with modern camps, bathing pools , playgrounds and, of course, delicious ice creams! The summer holiday of children of Uzbekistan is really joyous with Children’s organization Kamalak . The Children’s organization Kamalak has been operating under the Youth Union of Uzbekistan since 2001. This organization is loved by so many children. Apart from, there is a lot of youths who grew up with it. This organization always tries to worry about every child and support their talents. Captains of the Children’s organization Kamalak operate in 12 regions of our republic, Tashkent City , Republic of Karakalpakstan and all districts. Currently, the chairman of the Republican Rainbow Children’s organization is Madina Baratova. And the captains of the whole Republic are headed by Rukhsora Shakirova.The Children’s organization Kamalak has organized many new projects by this day. One of these projects is that- “Summer with Kamalak”. As soon as the summer holidays begin, a start is given to this project. Enterprising and aspiring, active captains in all regions of our country take new initiatives.  They visit various places.A lot of different  events, intellectual games, creative work contests and sport competitions are organized for children at the  camps.  Of course it’s amazing!

  This year, too, according to tradition, this project continues in all regions of our country. Kamalak captains who work in the regions are visiting not only camps. They are organizing this project at also neighborhoods.The activities under this project are rainbow-colored. For example, in June, during “Summer with Kamlak” project the captains of Navoi region visited the children’s camp which called  “Perfect generation’’, The captains of Surkhandarya region visited the  ‘Amudarya’children’s camp, the captains of Namangan region visited at Zahiriddin Muhammad Babur amusement park, the captains of Fergana region visited School No. 5 in Fergana, the captains of Bukhara region visited the remote neighborhoods in the region and organized the “Summer with Kamalak” project.Within the framework of the project “Summer with Kamalak”, a lot of new projects and events are held in all regions of the Republic, as well as in remote neighborhoods and ovules, in order to make children’s free time meaningful.

 Of course, this project is sharing joy again to children.

Summer is more joyful , unforgettable and meaningful with the “Summer with Kamalak”project!  This project will continue  around Uzbekistan for a long time.

Kamalak-rainbow(in english).

Shahnoza Ochildiyeva

Uzbekistan

PATIENCE IS THE KEY TO HAPPINESS

The window is open. It’s cloudy outside, but nice weather. Inside, a girl was sitting silently, staring at the window. Silence covered the room for a while. Naila brought a bowl of food and a glass of water into the room and was even more saddened by her daughter’s condition. The fact that her mother was constantly acting on her behalf, and she was only a spectator, made Komila feel sick. The reason for this was that Komila was in a serious car accident when she was young. At that time, as if it was not enough that Komila lost her legs, she also witnessed the death of her father in front of her eyes. Since then, Komila has been helpless in her mother’s arms. Years have passed. He was studying in the school of his peers, and was playing and laughing in the arms of his parents. Every day, Komila cried to herself, “Why am I living?” His mother was raising him with difficulties. There was no one but Komila’s daughter. Naila lived by selling somsa in the market every day. Months passed, then years. It’s still the same.

       One day he was buying somsa in the market as usual. A man who had been watching her from a distance came up to Naila curiously. Naila was dressed in plain clothes. When Naila asked, “come on, do you need somsa”, the man answered Naila, “yes” and bought it.

     The man started coming to get somsa every day. They became like sisters with Naila. One day that man asked Naila a question:

    – Sister, we have known you for a long time, but I don’t know much about you. But you have become like my sister. Please tell me about yourself.

        After some imagination, Naila began to tell everything that happened to her. After listening to everything that happened in silence, that person said to himself:

       “Why did I know this woman from before and did not ask her about herself, what kind of days have passed since the beginning, why wasn’t I interested earlier” – he asked himself.

        That person quietly held Naila’s hand:

   – Sister, walk with me, I will take you somewhere – he said. Naila continued to walk with that person, surprised. They came to a big place. Naila asked that person: “Where did we come from?”, and the person said that this is your house from today. Naila, who could not stop herself from excitement, refused. He tried hard to give this big house to Naila. But Naila resisted a lot and finally gave in. Naila felt very uncomfortable. The man looked at Naila and said: “From today you are my sister, and Komila is my sister.” Hearing these words, Naila burst into tears. He remembered the days he spent. Even after the death of his master, everyone turned away from him. When he needed help, everyone left him alone. After a while, the man did everything he could to heal Komila’s legs, and Komila started walking. Naila’s joy was so boundless that she could not fit herself into this bright world. He was supposedly an angel sent by Allah Naila in exchange for this patience.

   The happiness that came after patience was a miracle of God.

I am Akramova Shiringul Furqatjon, I was born on October 28, 2004 in Sirdarya district of Sirdarya region. Women’s All India Technical Skill Development Council Organization and I am a member of the National Human Rights and Humanitarian Federation.

Methods for improving reading skills of English learners

         Abstract: In this article reading types and proven steps that lead to improvement are given. To develop students’ overall comprehension and task achievement several reading tips are discussed and experienced. Tips and methods are so useful and collected in a different way.

        Key words: intensive, extensive, multiple choice, oral, aural.

        Learning English as a second language is one of the demands of modern society nowadays. As scientists divide English acquisition into 4 parts, reading is a more challenging and difficult. There are two types of reading: intensive and extensive; both of them are equally important for language learners. Intensive reading– this is intended for a specific purpose during English lessons. For instance, students are given a text and set different types of questions (gap filling, multiple choice, matching heading, etc.) They have to accomplish these tasks during the given time. Extensive reading- this involves learners reading for pleasure both in and outside the classroom in order to develop their general reading comprehension. Reading materials may differ, like either fiction, non-fiction, literature books or work-related documents, different articles, and newspapers, etc. In the first type of reading, student should do the followings:

*Pre-reading tips: Interactive approach (Estes, 1999)- a discussion leading which draws out the information that students already know and gives additional short information about a topic. Collecting data about question types, and text, looking through every passage.

*During-reading tips: Prediction, selection, usage of grammar, strategies (scanning, skimming, guessing from context and so on).

*After-reading tips: Summarizing, analyzing, working on mistakes, discussing the text, and answering questions orally/written.

These are 7 steps to be done regularly for general reading:

1. Read different types of materials (local magazines and newspapers);
2. Set time to read every day;
3. Make note-taking while reading;
4. Choose a good dictionary;
5. Read aloud (sometimes to memorize;)
6. Get the general gist of the text;
7. Read everyday news online.

For the second type of reading, students should read as many books as they want for  enjoyment. Initially, one should select the book that suits one’s level and start reading individually, and silently. Moreover, they only read it, not learn new vocabulary, task accomplishment and understanding. As a result of this, they become their better version, and expand their outlook. Even most students are motivated by works and they can improve overall language competence and learn new vocabulary automatically. Besides, they can develop their oral and aural skills, increase self-esteem and empathy. Students who read extensively will be more autonomous learners.

      In conclusion, if every single person follows learning strategies on a daily basis, they can feel the growth and increase. Reading skills are important not only in education but also in real life.

References:

1.Theory of reading. (29th March 2006). Iranian Language Institute Language Teaching.

2. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Extensive_reading

3. https://www.fluentu.com/blog/english/how-to-improve-english-reading/

4. https://kierandonaghy.com/seven-benefits-extensive-reading-english-language-students/

Asilabonu Sobirova was born in Karshi district of Kashkadarya region. She graduated school №52 with honors. Currently, she is a first-year student at Uzbekistan State World Languages University on the basis of a state grant. She is a participant of regional and district Olympiads. She is the owner of IELTS certificate. Her articles and poems were published in republican magazines and international anthologies. She is interested in writing poems and little narrations.
Additionally, she is keen on learning new languages such as Russian and Turkish.

My innocent friend

      I have a friend. We talk to him every day. His thoughts are deep and thoughtful. I don’t pay much attention to his words. I used to laugh at his wise words: “Don’t be so wise.” One day he said: “You should appreciate your parents, I envy you.” I understood all the pain in his tearful eyes.

      There was an orphanage near our school. I pass by there every day, as long as I don’t pay attention. After this incident, I began to look at that place with a different look.

       I saw a crying four-year-old boy. My steps led involuntarily towards the boy. As my hands gripped his tiny shoulders, I felt a surge of strength.

 – Does the boy cry too, what’s the matter, little one?

 – I saw my father. I ran, but they left without looking…

    I wiped the tears on their faces and comforted them. In the child’s Byron language: the resounding word “father” – the image of “invisible fathers” raised many questions in my heart…

Gulsevar Khojamova

Uzbekistan, Student of Andijan State Pedagogical Institute

Sorrows


I shut my eyes in silence
Will these pains remain?
If I don't talk, I'll keep quiet
Will it give peace to sorrows


Or say good people
I have bad pains
A lot of things are heard
The nights when I can't find an answer


Or is that life
Grief is made of worry
Good days are coming
Armon contacted me

 Toshtemirova Dildora Hakim qizi . Born in Uzbekistan on October 9, 2008

From the Street to the Sky

The Pleiadians

It was the witching hour and I opened the window and watched and listened to the leaves tumble through the streets like restless spirits. I was listening intently to a transcript by the Pleiadians and they had much to say about the universe. They mentioned that a person should be constantly praying, praying all the time, as a matter of habit, if even in the background. I inhaled the cool fall air and prayed but also prayed that my headache would go away. Soon enough the sky would begin to brighten, but it would happen slowly. Not an alien mothership, but the natural cycle of night becoming dawn… 

The Bright Sun

…later inside the day, I ate with my beloved in a Mexican restaurant. There was nobody there and it was dark and calm, for the sun was too bright and even blinding outside. I liked the coffee but did look briefly at the drawings of margaritas on the wall. There were some skeleton statues on a ledge and I thought of Malcolm Lowry and his books and his life and also his death. He had a book I did not read, a book called As Dark as the Grave Wherein my Friend is Laid. Outside, after, I am of two minds about the sun. It is dangerous for the drivers can’t see, yet it is nature, the way of nature. Some birds gather on a long telephone wire. I want to stay and watch them but the world moves fast, and I also have things to do. 

The Nerd Unseen

I can see the nerd’s soul. It is better than others, and quiet and actually has a lot of happiness. Well adjusted. The cool adults are not cool at all. They are ‘of the world,’ as the Christians say. There is music playing somewhere and I can hear the wind. The day is winding down. Red brick houses wait in rows. I, too, will find and wear spectacles. It’s getting windy. I long for the night. Inside the night will be a time to read and write, to think and meditate. And to pray like the  Pleiadians said and which I do anyhow. The nerd will be okay, was always okay. Sweater weather. Autumnal colours. Book reading. Diary writing. Quiet spiritual and intellectual ascension. The nerd by their character transcends the world, and the world is full of war, deceit, lies, disappointments. The world is rife with trouble. 

Jesus Made a Prayer

It is the witching hour again. I re-open the window. Something dawns on me before the dawn. Jesus made that prayer. I say the words slowly. The tarot card reader is reading and sometimes uses profanities yet she is highly and sometimes completely accurate. She is of the light. But the prayer. -Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, they will be done, on earth as it is in heaven…- and I go slowly through the rest. For some reason it makes more sense then than it ever had. An internal heartfelt sense. I fall asleep. When I wake up something heavy or melancholic has lifted. The day is new. Though a bit far off, in distance and in time, the lake birds will silhouette themselves in the evening firmament over the lakes. 

valley 

the valley is still there, mostly unknown for I can see the tracks. some souls, sometimes, I guess go there. the autumnal leaves cover most of the ground whilst old fallen trees expose root systems and one thinks of some quietly strange and mysterious world of elves or faerie folk, devas or other nature spirits. how silent that valley world can be. I know the routes into it, and the ones out. you can climb a steep way, and be out shortly, or go long meandering routes and take your time, ascending like a gradual but confident spiritual journey. in the winter it shall be covered in a million or more flakes of snow that glisten in the sun or else don’t, for the saturnine lack of light in the overcast afternoon, the bully clouds conspiring to keep out the brightness. spring rains,- little wildflowers pop up, declaring their existence and life and song and love. summer,- heat and the sudden breeze briefly relieves the journeying. yes the valley is still there, and as the world outside continues its drama and mistakes, it’s pride and error, it’s deceit and unchecked ambition, valley remains stoic, sagacious, maybe even sacrosanct like an undisturbed guru -spiritual master. ah valley, it was nice to see you again. 

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Autumn leaves us badly,
Fall down dear maple trees...
Autumn is hard for us
Began to sell faiths, plows.

The price will be high,
Endless love means.
Last winter was like a famine
I have had enough of patience.

...Oh, it's winter!
The blanket of the village is on fire!
Every ignorant, stupid person dried the pillow.
Be:
"I write!
I don't care!"

I walk one step,
of wide hills
Can I restore your clothes?
In which sun will I dry now,
Dad's waterproof boots.

The eyelashes of pleasant gardens are wet,
Like me, he reads and cries at night.
This is a village, even if it is a patchwork
He had a whole heart!

When the foxes outside tease
Snakes wait in the shelter,
Wow!
Hey!
Thief dogs are fun
My dad's only boot is amazing

Nilufar Ergasheva was born in 2005 in Fergana region. Erkin Vahidov graduated from creative school. Currently, she is a student of the 1st stage of UzMU and the winner of the State Prize named after Zulfiya.