Poetry from Ananya S. Guha

night doesn’t happen…

Night doesn’t sleep anymore

the sound of dogs

the memories of

what never happened 

silently brood one by one

night doesn’t happen 

silence is moored in songs

night happens 

when only these hills

are comatose 

and you expect the dogs

to bark raucously

but there is silence

because night doesn’t happen

anymore

rains will suddenly arrive

and ravish night and these hills

night doesn’t happen anymore…

Ananya S Guha

Ananya S Guha lives in Shillong in Northeast India. His poems have been published in both print and electronic formats, and he has been writing poetry for the last forty years. 

Poetry from Photini Karamouzis Chalkias 

IF I COULD BE THERE…. 

The world has changed…………………..

Present decays on a keyboard

Enigmatic glossy smiles in quick pursuit

dazzled of your dangerous charm

My eyes see differently now,

hopes that could be true

Your glance makes my desires…

erupt through a toxic screen

This wind of letters casts a pall over my dreams

I give way in front of your inexistent touch

Bleeding remnants of a soul!

Immersed myself in a literary written religion

the religion of be loved

If I could be you

I would see the world

You would see hell!

A torrent of promises

exquisite appearance of truth

Who cares about then?

I stand my ground

that ground is unsteady

Today your touch smells unusual

Tomorrow I will be infected

Is this a downfall to happiness?

I’ve been hovering through choked feelings

Oh this enormity of the unknown!!

I’m staying in a molten bed of anchors

till the day of wisdom comes

Rain of moonbeams in your heart

Why does this poem have to be romantic?

We wrestle with fake devices

But create true emotions

Well,……….

If I could be you

I would sing a song…

For me!

Poetry from Rayhona Hasanova

UZBEKISTAN, MY HOMELAND

By Rayhona Hasanova

Uzbekistan, my homeland,
May you forever be safe and strong.
The roads to your bright future
Have already come into view.

Look at the daughters of Uzbekistan—
How beautiful they are!
Beautiful is my homeland,
My homeland is truly beautiful.

The feeling of my homeland
Lives within my blood.
Humble is this homeland,
Pure and innocent is my homeland.

Upon my motherland’s soil
My people’s blood was shed.
Here I was born,
My Uzbekistan!

Uzbekistan, my homeland,
You have become so beautiful.
Your homes, your lands,
Have become so beautiful.

Uzbekistan, my homeland,
You are my whole world.
I have witnessed
The wonders of the world.

My motherland,
May you forever be safe.
The roads to your bright future
Have already come into view.

Life itself exists
Here in this world.
I was born in this land—
In Uzbekistan.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Rayhona Hasanova Alisher qizi is a fifth-grade student at General Secondary School No. 74 in So‘g‘at, Ishtixon District, Samarkand Region, Uzbekistan. She is a young student with an interest in creative writing and poetry. Her poem “Uzbekistan, My Homeland” expresses her love for her homeland, its people, and the beauty of Uzbekistan.

Uzbekistan | Student Poet

Essay from Farangiz Rakhmonova

NEW DOORS OPENING FOR GIRLS: FROM EDUCATION TO ENTREPRENEURSHIP

Every girl has a dream in her heart, a goal, and a vision of her future. However, desire alone is not enough to turn a dream into reality. It requires knowledge, opportunities, support, and, most importantly, self-confidence.

Today, the world is developing at a rapid pace. Technology has become an integral part of our lives, creating new professions and areas of activity. This process is also opening new doors of opportunity for girls. Today, girls are no longer limited to traditional professions; they can make their mark in IT, engineering, design, science, business, media, and many other fields.

For this reason, providing girls with access to education, helping them acquire modern skills, and encouraging their interest in entrepreneurship are among the important issues of our time.

Education is one of the greatest and most important doors opening for women and girls. Knowledge teaches people to think independently, make informed decisions, and build their own futures. Today, young girls have many opportunities to expand their knowledge through educational programs, grants, scholarships, online courses, and international projects.

The importance of education lies not only in professional knowledge but also in the way it transforms a person’s worldview. An educated girl understands her rights and opportunities, strives for innovation, and seeks to play an active role in society.

Modern technologies are expanding these opportunities even further. Today, programming, graphic design, digital marketing, artificial intelligence, media, and other digital fields are creating new career opportunities for young people. In these areas, success depends greatly on a person’s abilities, hard work, and willingness to learn.

For example, in the past, promoting a product or service often required significant financial resources and an office. Today, through the internet and social media, even a small project can be introduced to a wide audience. This creates valuable opportunities for young people to test and develop their ideas.

Entrepreneurship is another important area that is opening new doors for girls. For example, a girl may create handmade products and start selling them online. Another may offer services in design, translation, or programming. Although such activities may begin on a small scale, they can gradually develop into larger projects.

Today, there are many examples of girls taking advantage of these opportunities. Young female entrepreneurs are creating their own brands, providing online services, developing new products, and inspiring other young people to follow their example. This demonstrates that girls are capable of transforming not only their own lives but also the environment around them.

However, along with opportunities, certain challenges still exist. Some girls may give up on their dreams because of self-doubt, lack of experience, or outdated beliefs such as “girls cannot do this.” In my opinion, changing such attitudes is very important.

A person’s abilities are determined not by gender, but by knowledge, hard work, determination, and perseverance.

For me, giving girls opportunities is not simply about helping them; it is about building a strong foundation for the future. A girl who receives an education today can become a knowledgeable professional tomorrow, while a young female entrepreneur can create new jobs and contribute to the development of society. Most importantly, she can later play a role in educating and inspiring the next generation.

A confident girl can also inspire other girls. Therefore, giving every girl the opportunity to receive an education, develop her talents, learn modern skills, and turn her ideas into reality is one of the most important investments we can make in the future of society.

After all, education opens new doors, while entrepreneurship gives girls the courage and opportunity to walk through those doors and build their own future.

About the Author

Farangiz Rakhmonova, 16, is a 10th-grade student at Specialized School No. 2 in Qo‘shrabot District, Samarkand Region. As an avid reader, she is always eager to gain new knowledge and learn new things. She is an active and inquisitive student who has earned several national and international certificates.

Essay from Rajabova Ruxshona Ibrahim kizi

The European Renaissance and Science: From Dark Ages to Brilliant Peaks

(Student of Bukhara International University)


There are moments in life that do not just remain in memory; they transform into turning points that radically change a person’s way of thinking, worldview, and future goals. When we turn the pages
of human history, we clearly see these great turning points that changed the fate of an entire civilization. The European Renaissance, spanning the 14th to the 17th centuries, is one of those
unforgettable and eternal eras.


After the rigid dogmas and stagnation of the Middle Ages, European culture and science took a new breath, as if awakening from a deep sleep. This period did not only restore ancient heritage to humanity; it also opened entirely new horizons in science and art. Every step taken from the shadow of the dark ages toward freedom ensured the victory of humanism—the ideals of love for humanity and human-centered thinking—in society.


At the foundation of this great rise lies the painstaking work of true geniuses who explored the limitless possibilities of their era. Every major discovery sets new standards in society and increases
a person’s belief in themselves.


Key Figures of the Renaissance:
Leonardo da Vinci: Universal genius and thinker—His works “Mona Lisa” and “The Last Supper” became the pinnacle of harmony between human psychology and anatomy. The artist, who brought
depictions to life with the sfumato technique, also drew the first prototypes of modern technologies on the path of science.


Michelangelo Buonarroti: The master who gave life to stone—His marble sculpture “David” became the eternal symbol of human physical beauty and spiritual strength. The massive frescoes
he painted on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel in the Vatican are unique masterpieces of world descriptive art.


Galileo Galilei: The astronomer who fought for the truth—By revealing the secrets of the universe with the help of a telescope and proving Copernicus’s views, Galileo defended scientific truth
despite the pressure of the church. His courage showed that science always requires sacrifice and determination.


Such recognition and achievements were not just temporary awards, but a great responsibility placed on shoulders for the future. Representatives of the Renaissance period left a great spiritual
legacy for generations after them, proving that one must never stop on the path of science. True success is never accidental; it is the fruit of continuous searching, discipline, and ceaseless work.


Opportunities often knock on the door at unexpected moments, but preparation for them must be continuous and solid. The life and scientific legacy of Renaissance geniuses still serve as a source
of inspiration for the young generation today and allow every individual to fully realize their potential.

Poetry from Abigail George

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Wednesday, early morning

It is the 22nd of July 2026

Waves of Charles Bukowski’s making

Our father 

is finishing radiation therapy 

on Monday

My back hurts

It is the middle of winter

At night, he looks at pornography on my computer

The computer that people out of the kindness of their hearts

fundraised for me

I am greeted, good morning, in the darkness

By curvy women

And busty babes

An online casino, rainbow lights flickering

Is this what his despair feels like?

Every night, he  

surfs the web

Looking for

Curvy women

Busty babes

There’s nothing I can do about this

There’s nothing I can do about online casinos

That I find on my computer

The cigarette ash

The packets of marijuana

The crystal meth

His pipes

Dear God, please tell me what I am supposed to do?

When he makes a fist

When he screams, Dyke!

Yes, this is what I wake up to

Please, make it stop

I just want it to stop

And I don’t 

want to read 

this memoir 

that he is writing

I have 

a terrible cough 

and headaches now

because 

he smokes 

all the time 

in the house

He has a vape

He smokes that

He smokes cigarettes

He smokes marijuana

I don’t know 

if he is still using tik

He used to hide 

that in his drawer

Where his son 

played computer games

Is this 

what suffering is,

Or is it terror?

Is it the stuff 

that nightmares 

are made from?

This is what my despair feels like

My sadness

my yearning for days gone by

The longing for the brother 

I used to know gone up 

in webs of smoke

The zol a cobweb in his hand

What am I praying for? 

Your soul?

Yes, maybe, 

I am praying 

for your soul

Maybe that is 

what a sister 

is supposed to do 

for her brother

I just don’t know 

how much more 

of this I can take

I am living 

on the edge 

every day

My mental health 

Is in a precarious 

state of balance

I am scared 

I will be hospitalized again

My sister says 

that she thinks 

I am sick 

and I need 

to see a doctor

They pay no attention 

to my brother

who is the cause 

of my distress

I am the problem

I knit

I knit 

I am knitting 

a scarf 

for my niece

I don’t know 

how long I will be sane, 

this time

I ask my father,

How can my own brother do this to me?

How? 

Why, why, why?

My father turns his head, and says,

There’s nothing I can do for you now

I have cancer

Look after yourself, my child

There is nothing 

I can do 

for you, my brother

But I will 

pray for you

For an about turn 

in your life

How I can remember

All the tides that came before

The shift and change in my mood

Like yesterday, like yesterday

As I feel it comes upon me now

How sacred 

your boyhood was, once. 

Once. Once

I think of all the harm 

that you have done to me,

I think to myself that you 

would never have done 

that to the women

You worked with when you 

were a credit risk analyst at that bank

The white women, the pale Amazons

But you did it to me,

To your sister

What kind of a man are you,

Or are you just a drug-fueled monster

At the point of no return?

I have forgiven you

What else can I do?

For me to live my own life

And care for your children

What else can I do?

I make you a cup of coffee in the morning

How did you sleep, I ask

We watch your daughter as she stands between us, watching us

I know now that it’s not your fault

It was never your fault to begin with 

Addiction doesn’t discriminate.

Poetry from Shah Jehan Ashrafi

Picking salty scattered stardust

She walks through rain-washed streets, picking salty scattered stardust.

Her pockets brim with moons made of silk,

gathered at the thresholds of her survival instincts.

Her dreams, stitched with scars, glow in dim starlight.

Her tired shoes have kissed many dark alleys in life.

Yet, she is a petal drifting and emanating 

soft, unbroken, quiet light

She shakes like a hallow in electric glow.

Her gaze is thunder as she breathes fire everyday.

Her poetry are unsent words to the distant beloved 

who keeps staring at her half-formed desires