Ashurali Legacy Academy – A solid step towards the future
Ashurali Legacy Academy is a modern educational center that began its operations on February 19, 2025. This educational center was established to provide quality education to the younger generation and help them master foreign languages.
The Academy is named after the late Ashurali Alijonov. This name was chosen not only to honor the memory of the man, but also as a symbol of passing on knowledge, education, and noble values to future generations.
Ashurali Legacy Academy specializes in teaching English and Russian. Classes are conducted using modern methodologies, with special emphasis on developing students’ listening, speaking, reading, and writing skills.
The training center is located in the Andijan district, Andijan region, Nayman MFY, Republic of Uzbekistan. This facility provides local youth with the opportunity to receive quality language education on their territory. �
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The main goal of the academy is to unleash the potential of each student, equip them with modern knowledge and skills, and create a solid foundation for their future education and professional career.
Ashurali Legacy Academy is not just a training center, but a place that leads to knowledge, aspiration and success. This institution aims to perpetuate the bright memory of Ashurali Alijonov, while serving the future generation in achieving great goals.
Come as rain upon the breast of the earth. Let me be bathed in the quiet grace of falling.
Pour without end over mountains and rivers. Flow through every winding turn of life.
Wave upon wave, weaving melodies into living sound. Part the darkness, and unveil a newborn world of light.
Carry me across the waters to that distant shore, where endless fields of green unfold like the wings of birds.
You are the emerald soul of the ancient forest, the crimson blaze of the blooming royal Poinciana, the painted wings of a wandering butterfly.
You are the monsoon that returns with unfailing grace— the ceaseless rain, the stream that revives the thirsty earth, returns laughter to withered grass,
the living stream that breathes life into every soul.
Come as rain upon the breast of the earth.
Paint watercolor upon forgotten paths.
Bloom each dawn like a scarlet hibiscus.
With your gentle touch, my heart grows restless, awestruck, and softly trembling.
Between sunlight and shadow, even fallen leaves smile again.
And I—
I am one of those fallen leaves,
waiting for rain to wrap me once more in everlasting green.
Again and again I watch light slip through the mango leaves,
wondering how it befriends the sun, how together they scatter beauty across the earth, across my eyes, across the quiet chambers of my heart.
Then clouds gather.
The sky grows still.
Rain begins.
And there you are—
standing quietly beside me.
I become the rain-soaked grass,
while you keep falling—
softly,
endlessly—
through the deepest landscapes
of my heart.
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
08 July2026.
Md. Mahbubul Alam is from Bangladesh. His writer name is Mahbub John in Bangladesh. He is a Senior Teacher (English) of Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh. Chapainawabganj is a district town of Bangladesh. He is an MA in English Literature from Rajshahi College under National University. He has published three books of poems in Bangla. He writes mainly poems but other branches of literature such as prose, article, essay etc. also have been published in national and local newspapers, magazines, little magazines. He has achieved three times the Best Teacher Certificate and Crest in National Education Week in the District Wise Competition in Chapainawabganj District. He has gained many literary awards from home and abroad. His English writings have been published in Synchronized Chaos for seven years.
Once when he was in grade ten in 1990, his Bangla letter was selected as the best one from Deutsche Welle, Germany Radio that broadcast Bangla news for the Banglalee people. And he was given 50 Dutch Mark as his award. They would ask letters from the listeners to the news in Bangla and select one letter for the best one in every month.
From 17 to 30 September, in 2018 he received a higher training in teaching English language in Kasetsart University of Thailand for secondary level students through a government order from education ministry.
On 06 November 2015 he achieved Amjad Ali Mondal Medal for his contribution in education field by a development organization in the conference and felicitation function for the honorable personalities at Rajshahi College Auditorium.
On 30 December 2017 from West Bengal in India he was declared a ‘Literary Charioteer’ in Bangobandhu Literary and World Bango Conference and they awarded him with a Gold Medal in their International Literary Conference and Prize Giving Ceremony.
In 2018, he achieved Prodipto Lirerary Award in Prodipto Literary Conference at Kesorhat, Rajshahi for poems in Bangla literature. He received honorary crest from the administration of Chapainawabganj District Literary Conference and Cultural Function in 2021 and 2022 consecutively.
His poems have been published in many international online magazines such as Juntos Por las L Raven Cage Zine, and Area Felix. His poems have been translated and published in Argentine and Serbian, and he participated in many international online cultural meetings.
From the dust of hopelessness, it’s a rising beyond one’s state.
It’s a gift of fate: a seal cast upon human hearts.
When the world falls silent, the heart, in the depths of stillness,
hearkens to the burden of premonitions
and the unwanted word.
That hospitality continues to bear fruit; love stay awake,
as a sleeplessly tide.
Eyelids will never droop
until the nights of doubt sting with pride.
Refracted Mirrors
(“Załamane lustra”)
I know not into what shadows these voices are woven;
the mind celebrates the secret of this otherness.
I stir my imagination to know the truth;
refreshed scenes gleam within this mosaic.
Specks of memory suddenly settle upon my lips;
lapping waves drown out the flow of thought.
Refracted mirrors upon shifting waters’ flow –
in the web of memory, the purest image takes form.
My Self drifts against the backdrop of infinity low.
Lilacs
(“Bzy”)
Memory stirred
by the fragrance of lilac blooms.
White and lilac-hued blossoms they are a springtime lure.
A hidden flame within the chalices,
a wound upon body and soul.
In their tonalities, they recall both.
The white ona – a parallel to the first – could, like a stream,
bring her a state of bliss.
The lilac-hued one – the second – was a murky,
overgrown river bearing the whisper
of sweet flag, the song of clenched hands.
It pulled her down like a whirlpool
and could have pulled her under down again and again.
Or perhaps nothing was quite
as it seemed…
Translated by Olga Smolnytska
Bionote about the translator:
Olga Smolnytska – PhD in Philosophy, Ukrainian scientific and culture activist, scholar, translator, writer, literature critic, artist.
Aleksandra Sołtysiak (Poland), graduate of the Catholic University of Lublin and Jagiellonian University in Kraków. She has served as coeditor of the poetry anthology Dotyk nadzie (The Touch of Hope), which was translated into Ukrainian and German, as well as of the international anthology in support of world peace The tree of peace turns green / European poetry for universal harmony, which has been translated into Polish and English. She’s also the author of Hope blossoms longer and the published poetry volume „Spilled from the cases”. Finalist in the fourth International Poetry Contest, „Voices in the Wilderness” held in Rome (2022). She publishes nationally and internationally. She has also been awarded the Gold Cross of Merit by Polish president Andrzej Duda. In 2023 distinguished with a medal for Merit to Polish Culture.
I do lust after gold, jewels, and such, shiny things. I am shamelessly bold, and I want shiny things because they are shiny. And I deserve honors, distinctions, high titles. I crave folds of fawners, many affairs, sweet flings meaningless as candy but rich in imaginings that appease variety. I burn with impatience and rely on cunning, grasping will to hasten the end of the burning. And I want what I want — any passing fancy — and of course I must flaunt that uproooted pansy. And I rationalize injustice in my dreams, and I invoke conscience to accomplish my schemes; it reminds me of rules I use to maneuver sure-footed among fools who forsake their Mover.
Sadness arrives like a stone mist, heavy and mute, over the paths of my vision; each step is a knot that ties itself around my legs, and the world shrinks to the size of a trapped sigh.
Grief is a dry riverbed where I walk barefoot, treading on the bones of what once was, and the sun becomes a broken mirror that reflects nothing but shadows of shadows. My breath is a thin thread that breaks every time I try to name what is lost.
But you are the lighthouse made of hands, that shines not with light but with warmth; you pierce my landscape like a tree that grows inward, its roots weaving bridges over the abysses that my feet open.
You are the silence that knows how to speak, the space that opens up in the midst of my anguish; you lift me up as the sea lifts what the wind has dragged to the shore, putting my broken pieces back in place as if they were mosaic. You transform my dust into earth where something can still grow.
GRACIELA NOEMI VILLAVERDE is a writer and poet from Concepción del Uruguay (Entre Rios) Argentina, based in Buenos Aires She graduated in letters and is the author of seven books of poetry, awarded several times worldwide. She works as the World Manager of Educational and Social Projects of the Hispanic World Union of Writers and is the UHE World Honorary President of the same institution’s Activa de la Sade, Argentine Society of Writers. She is the Commissioner of Honor in the executive cabinet in the Educational and Social Relations Division of the UNACCC South America – Argentina Chapter.
