The Star

Noting further the progress 

hope for the widest possible adherence

Inspired by the great prospects 

opening up before mankind 

giant balls of hot gas that shine 

orbital systems 

They fall out of view.

Their envious light

How bright they shine.

The Boat

A loud horn spread through the air

Rumbling the world

Attracting everyone,

To the boat

The ships leaving right now,

With the people

waving up their hands,

Screaming goodbye to the ones left

There runs a man

In a black suit,

Running and running,

Yet the engine starts as the man sighs

The others peak their face out,

Waving goodbye,

To the fellows that are left behind

Hoping for a day to see them again

The boat swooshes,

Through the sea

Vanishing in sight

In a blink

The sound of the waves,

Starting to vanish,

With the people left behind

Sighing with a walk back 

The boat filled with pleasure

Sound of happiness and delight

The laughter and giggles 

filling up the boat.

The Lights in the Night Sky

The light of the stars

Pouring down the sky,

With the waves on the sky

Just like somebody is swimming

The mountains stay up,

High and steady,

The moon,

The lights,

Shining through the buildings

 Making the dark night shine.

There is nothing,

yet the darkness

Within the sky,

The night continues,

And never seems to end

Within the sky.

The light of the sun

Pouring down towards the sky,

The heat touching me everywhere,

Pouring my sweat out.

Feeling the white cotton candy

Floating up in the sky

With a slight comfy.

Just like a bed.

It stays high up, never falling down,

Filling the surroundings,

Blue and pale

With the beauty.

Different shapes exist,

With the different material

All there,

It stands the louds.

Dongeon is currently in 7th grade and attends an international school in Vietnam. He likes to read both graphic novels and chapter books. He also likes to play games and socialize with his friends. 

Regret

Dark, screen lit, wet hair against the pillow

Typed regret in to the blank box

like it would tell me something new

I found were pages full of shadows

‘Sadness’ ‘repentance’ ‘disappointment’ 

Nothing soft, nothing I wanted to see

I place my fingers on the keyboard again

“Does regret ever go away?”

‘Linger for years’ ‘settles deep’

I wasn’t looking for that

Between the Stings 

She eats a popsicle in the back seat

Cold enough to numb her teeth

The car seat burns the back of her thighs

The purple syrup runs down her wrist and onto her elbow

And bruises the carpet beneath her feet

At the pool, kids cannonball too close

The water splashes and stings her eyes

She floats on the water anyways, 

listening to the shrieks muffled underneath the water

While the sun toasts her shoulders 

The barbeque smells like charcoal and spilled soda

Bees hover over the juice pitchers

She watches one of them drown in the lemonade

She regrets not getting another cup

But the chips are salty and good

And the watermelon is cold enough to make up for it

The sun goes down, an orange slouch behind the fence line

The air starts to cool off and her hair is almost dry

She sits back in a sunbed laid out in the middle of the backyard

Someone left a towel bunched in the chair 

It starts to smell

But she uses it as a pillow anyway

Mosquitoes start to come out as the sun disappears completely 

Guests leave the house and the quiet of the night settles in

She heads to the old porch swing that no one ever uses 

She brushes off the twigs and rearranges the cushions 

Only to find an old lollipop melted and smothered into one of the pillows

In the dark, she walks back barefoot,

stepping on something sharp in the grass

It makes her flinch, 

but she just rolls her eyes and keeps walking

She steps on to the cold kitchen tiles and shuts the door behind her

The Silence Between Us

You came back from the hallway trying to get wifi, 

Failed, and layed on your bed 

I kept writing, but couldn’t get anything done

In the corner of my bed, the goose sat still, its neck long and upright

We stayed up till’ late at night, 

our knees on the floor and hands busy on our beds

Trying to finish our bio, history, and English homework at the same time

In the corner of my bed, the goose sat still, it’s fur soft, and an off-white color

The fight started over a misunderstanding, 

Words were said too fast, then nothing for hours

But we both knew that we were going to be okay by tomorrow

In the corner of my bed, the goose sat still, it’s plastic eyes round and black

Facing each other, sitting on our beds with our legs crossed over

We asked a million stupid, hypothetical questions

“If I were a color, what would I be?” “You would be a werewolf if you were in Vampire Diaries”

In the corner of my bed, the goose sat still, it’s bright yellow feet stretched outwards

Irene Kim is a high school student who loves visual art and writing. Her work has been recognized in local exhibitions and school publications. When she’s not drawing or writing, she enjoys reading poetry, walking in the rain, and experimenting with collage. Irene hopes to continue creating work that captures both the quiet and the extraordinary.

Unbearable Bearable 

So it began the unbearable bearable

construction on our avenue

November to April

replacement of gas pipes

started with the hushed posting

of no parking signs

Rumbling of diesel engine

air horn sounding

flashing lights

whisky voice on speaker

attention residents

move your cars or they will be towed!

Then … cutting blade grinding, motor

repetitive, a plaintive sound of destruction

staccato of the beep of the backhoe

Cement cutters up and down the avenue

shrill of the cutting blade, grinding of motor

repetitive and then the beep beep beep of the

backhoe backing up scooping up brick mortar

asphalt. Insistent scraping along curb line, dig dig

dig. Scoop up, percussive dump at end of avenue

on and on all day long up and down

Until….

The bucket picks up the pile, bit by bit

howling into the back of the dump truck

once, twice, thrice, multiple times. Trucks

grinding engine, slamming of bed door

over and over through the day, then a

dulcet sound returns until next morning

when the tow truck sounds again…

And again… day after day

Until …

Stacks of pipe placed along curb line

fill with blowing debris and autumn

leaves. Dirt and sand piles appear at the

end the street, small hills atop the

now battered avenue and in winters wind

sand and dirt batter houses and cars. Then

the pipes are placed, lawns dug up for

connection and gas turned off and after 8

hours in the cold of winter, gas turned on.

And so…

The original flyer said there would be a

community meeting and all would be

restored as it was before construction.

Until…

There was no meeting, brick lined gutters

paved over, hack cement jobs replaced

broken sidewalks and curbs, asphalt patches

and pot holes on avenue … and the lawns

left with craters and dirt.

Unbearable bearable it is over.

 g emil reutter is a writer of poems and stories. He can be found at: https://gereutter.wordpress.com/about/

In today’s digital age, misinformation has become a silent pandemic that is spreading rapidly across the globe. With the rise of social media and the internet, false information can be easily disseminated to millions of people within seconds. This has led to a dangerous situation where individuals are exposed to inaccurate information that can have detrimental effects on society as a whole.

One of the key reasons why misinformation spreads so easily online is due to the speed and ease of sharing information on social media platforms. With just a click of a button, false information can be shared to thousands of people, creating a ripple effect that can quickly spiral out of control. Additionally, the lack of fact-checking and verification processes on many social media platforms allows misinformation to go unchecked, further perpetuating its spread.

The dangers of misinformation are far-reaching and can have serious consequences on society. For instance, false information about health and medical treatments can lead to individuals making harmful decisions that can impact their well-being. In extreme cases, misinformation can even incite violence or political unrest, as seen in instances of fake news being used to manipulate elections or stoke social divisions.

So, what can society do to fight the spread of misinformation in the digital age? One approach is to educate individuals on how to identify and critically evaluate information they come across online. Teaching media literacy skills can empower individuals to discern fact from fiction and make informed decisions about the information they consume.

Furthermore, social media platforms can play a role in combating misinformation by implementing stricter fact-checking processes and algorithms that prioritize accurate information over sensationalized content. By holding users accountable for the information they share and promoting credible sources, social media platforms can help stem the tide of misinformation online.

In conclusion, the spread of misinformation in the digital age is a pressing issue that requires immediate attention. By understanding how false information spreads online, recognizing the dangers it poses, and taking proactive measures to combat it, society can work towards creating a more informed and responsible digital landscape. Only through collective efforts can we hope to mitigate the impact of the silent pandemic of misinformation and protect the integrity of information in the digital age.

SEE 120  

I fades 120 days in a shell, 

then begins to crawled in the tongue of the angels, 

whom are rolling miracles. they poured it—

into the skull of the destiny, from there, 

destiny started humming inspiration of my affairs, 

I remembered. It has four nose around it zabiba;

i. it breathe out gold and diamond that taste like honey. 

ii. that’s when carbon dioxide & oxygen will flood towards the heaven’s window. 

iii. it defined the colour of an oxygen paint. 

iv. it submit the poem whether it resembles the angels or peeling the throat of fire.

Then—, my mother run bear footed to the voice of agony speech, 

her final oxygen says, hymn. here, I flush out with her oxygen, 

clicking the dimples of my breathe, then, i coddle into the eyes of destiny,

to wear the skin of this poem.

          Ode To Pain

A poem ring a worm matter with it eyes,

touching the tongue of my heart in secret,

shaping in my face like an acid powder. 

And it makes me to fissured my self to inorganic soul,

I wonder how they are piercing me with love but with the eyes of fire,

they usually use the saliver of my shadow at my back,with an acid. 

but I kicked my griefs with my faith,hollowing on wreckage depression. 

And i am inside the belly of 15 sun beams & moon. 

But griefs are nesting on my dimples, splitting in shape of beauty.  

Then, I tongue my self in a jacket prayers, sitting in the eyes of moon, 

when God usually ask for desires, i fold mine in tears, 

wrapping toxic evils reaction on my throat with shroud.

BIO:-

Muhammad Sanusi Adam is a building Nigerian poet, spoken word artist and essayist from Minna, Niger state. Currently studying at Aisha International Islamic Academy in Minna with a strong foundation from Amru Bin Al-Hass Academy in Nassarawa State (keffi). He is a promised Hafiz who grinds God’s book & pierces the air with his sweet voice. He is a poet who believes that all mornings open your palms and show you the beauty of the world. He can be reached here:

WhatsApp no : 08104031325

Email : muhammadsanusiadam7@gmail.com

Teaching the Mother Tongue Based on the Experience of Developed Foreign Countries

Abstract:
This article discusses the methods used in developed countries for teaching the mother tongue, analyzes the reasons for their effectiveness, and presents how these methods can enhance the quality of education. Particular attention is given to organizing modern, up-to-date classroom processes. Currently, Finland’s educational practices are being widely studied and promoted.

Keywords: Modern technology, methodology, independence years, language and literature, mother tongue education, education standards, new era, compassion.

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President Shavkat Mirziyoyev has said:
“If the methodology of teaching in schools does not change, then neither the quality, content, nor environment of education will change.”

In recent years, special attention has been paid to protecting and promoting the status of our mother tongue as a state language, encouraging its study globally, and enhancing its promotion. Since gaining independence, our country has prioritized freedom of conscience and religious tolerance, creating legal foundations to develop these principles. Qualities such as faith, kindness, and generosity play a vital role in uplifting our nation’s spiritual life.

In Finland, schools teach Finnish, Swedish, Sami, and Romani as mother tongue subjects. The country has two official languages. Those whose native language is Finnish learn Swedish, and those whose native language is Swedish learn Finnish as a state language. Those whose native language is Sami, Romani, or Russian also learn Finnish or Swedish.

In Uzbekistan’s newly developed national curriculum for general secondary education, it is stated that the “Language and Literature” subjects include the mother tongue, literature, Uzbek language (for schools where instruction is in other languages), related languages (Kazakh, Kyrgyz, Tajik, Turkmen), and Russian (for both Uzbek- and Russian-language schools), ensuring their interconnection. In the first and second grades, a conscious and personalized approach should be taken, considering students’ individual abilities to develop listening, speaking, reading, and writing skills effectively.

In Finland, students’ language skills and national culture are taken into account. Schools must create opportunities for students who speak other mother tongues and come from different cultures to study and communicate effectively.

Since the early days of independence, our country has given serious attention to educating the younger generation. The adoption of the Law on Education, the National Program for Personnel Training, and the State Education Standards were among the key milestones in this process.

The methodology of teaching the Uzbek language has developed significantly, evolving into an independent academic field within the pedagogical sciences. It focuses not only on designing a consistent system for mother tongue education and providing practical methodological recommendations but also on establishing a scientific foundation that incorporates modern pedagogical technologies and interactive teaching methods.

Developing curricula and textbooks based on new technologies aligned with global education standards is a requirement of the time. From this perspective, modern linguistic interpretations of contemporary Uzbek literary language and its lexical-grammatical systems have been updated and advanced.

Teachers who conduct lessons using a variety of modern technical tools can quickly and accurately assess students’ knowledge, interpersonal relationships, communication culture, vocabulary, and language abilities. Modern technology-based lessons foster equal and friendly relationships between students and teachers. Students feel more confident and develop a greater interest in creative expression and the art of language. Leading methodologists are continually inventing new ways to improve lesson effectiveness, incorporating advanced educational technologies into their practices.

In education, the main responsibility lies with the educator and is continuously passed on to the learner. The learner’s role involves gaining knowledge thoughtfully and consciously. American philosopher, psychologist, and educator John Dewey (1859–1952) advocated for activating learners’ experiences and participated in the radical reform of schools. He emphasized not just the transmission of knowledge, but the importance of creating an educational environment where students can develop their innate abilities through personal experience.

As Mahmudkhoja Behbudi said:
“To live in this world, one needs worldly science and knowledge. A nation deprived of contemporary science and knowledge will be trampled by others.”

Indeed, to live in harmony with the times, we must make wise use of modern technology, acquire beneficial knowledge, and pass it on to others.

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References:

1. Shavkat Mirziyoyev presides over a video conference on solving education problems and improving its quality
2. Experience of Finland in teaching the state language
3. Methodology of Teaching Uzbek Language, B. To‘xliyev, M. Shamsiyeva, T. Ziyodova, Tashkent – 2006
4. Pedagogy (Theory and History of Pedagogy), J. Hasanboyev et al., Ministry of Higher and Secondary Specialized Education, Uzbekistan. “Noshir”, Tashkent, 2011, 456 pages

I am Badriddinova Hilola Akromjon qizi. I was born on March 22, 1997, in Tashkent city. I graduated from Olmazor Medical College with honors, earning a red diploma. I am married and a mother of three children. I am currently a 4th-year student in Primary Education at Oriental University. My achievements include being a recipient of the Rector’s Scholarship and the Navoi State Scholarship.

MY MOTHER AND FATHER: THE GREATEST SUPPORTERS IN MY LIFE

Our mothers and fathers are the most important people in our lives. It is difficult to express their compassion, the lessons they have taught us, and the role they play in our lives. Every individual’s path to education and success is deeply influenced by the contribution of their parents. In this essay, I want to talk about my mother and father, and the place they hold in my life.

The Education and Influence of My Parents

My mother and father have always tried to give their children the right education. Their efforts and the example they set have played a very important role in my personal development. My parents have not only taught me but have also tried to teach high values to other young people as well. They have always shown me the right path and taught me to learn from my mistakes.

Their Patience and Support

During the most difficult times in my life, my parents have always stood by me. They have been strong supporters for me and have constantly pushed me forward. Their patience, resilience in the face of difficulties, and positive attitude toward supporting me have been a great source of motivation throughout my life.

My Parents’ Diligence and Creativity

The diligence and creativity of my parents have been a major source of inspiration for me. While taking care of their daily tasks, they have also worked hard to ensure the well-being of our family. Their strong work ethic taught me to approach my work with seriousness, to work continuously, and to strive to reach my goals.

My Gratitude Toward My Parents

I am always grateful to my parents. They continue to support me in every new step I take. Their advice and help guide me to become the best version of myself. Their love and care are such a treasure for me that no words can ever truly express it. If I have ever upset them by going against their wishes, I ask for their forgiveness. I understand now, and I will always be thankful to them.

My mother and father are the biggest supporters and sources of inspiration in my life. I truly appreciate their love and patience. Every individual’s success is connected to the continuous support and education provided by their parents. I respect my mother and father deeply and try to apply their advice in my life. They are the closest people to me.