Generous King

Long ago, there lived a just and kind king. He always tried to keep his kingdom intact, but the grime and old traditions in the palace troubled him.

One day, he gathered his troops and decided to go on a short foray. “Let us not remain only in the palace; we must go and see our people,” he said. On the way, they passed through many villages and saw people rummaging to clean the streets but living in ruined houses. Some had poor dwellings, while others had no shelter at all.

This sight left a very poignant mark on the king’s heart. “My old policy was only about collecting taxes and maintaining order,” he thought. “Now I will begin a new way.”

He announced a decree: the poor would be given estates, and those who lost their homes would be helped to build new houses. To support these works, he ordered that unnecessary trees be pruned and lands be cleared. Soon every village began to prosper, and people started to live in peace.

The king looked at his son and said,

— My son, life is not always predictable. Sometimes people drift adrift in the current. Our duty is to lend them a hand. These good deeds will remain our greatest legacy.

Years passed. When the king died, his son continued his father’s noble work. He created fair policies, never marginalized anyone, and the palace continued to flourish with beauty and honor.

The people were grateful and said,

— Our king not only built a state but also warmed our hearts. The name of the Generous King will live forever!

My Dear Father

I have witnessed much in life,

Seen both good and strife.

Yet a hero like you,

I have never met, dear dad.

You spared nothing for me,

Gave all your love freely.

You ate less to feed us more,

You sacrificed, dear dad.

I always hold my head up high,

Proud among every crowd.

I walk my path with strength,

Because of your era, dear dad.

To reach this very day,

To grow and find my way,

To live without want or lack,

You are the reason, dear dad.

You never said “no” to me,

Always kind and caring.

You looked into my heart,

A true hero, dear dad.

Always supporting me,

Urging me to move ahead.

Thinking not of yourself,

You bear our worries, dear dad.

You say, “Don’t lose heart,

I am always by your side.

Hold your head high with pride,

I will shed my blood for you.”

Every moment showing trust,

Making me smile when I’m sad,

Filling my life with happiness,

You are my greatest fortune, dear dad.

Meadow Mystic

Inside the meadow there was a stand of trees and inside there was the cool shade and whimsical winds sometimes made a sound through the branches. I stood there and rested, halfway through my sojourn exploring nature. There were times outside of there that blue butterflies were thriving and many grasshoppers bloomed, plus some spiders. 

Up above in the summers a blue sky often, but, if it turned and became overcast and that atmospheric energy entered the air, that sort of ‘before the storms’ feeling, well that was just as good as I wasn’t that far from the paths that led out and it was also an interesting change to feel that charge in the air. 

And in the four seasons, that area was a dutiful and true friend, for it at its base never wavered. I think I realize now that the truth of the truth of the truth of the real and actual truth is that that area became along the way a special and loved and loving destination, a marriage of sorts between a poet and the lands where the walking would help the poet go a symbolic and literal step more towards becoming a mystic. 

Spirit message. Intuition. Renewal of the mind, body, and spirit. self-healing. Kindness. Clarity. A structure out of regular psychological sets and more centred in the universal or cosmic. Society was literally and figuratively so far away in those moments, times with feet grounded on the earth, and say, the summer fields colourful or the spring universe beginning to bloom, but also the autumnal grounds with leaves or after, the wild winter, its snow resting upon the world’s reeds, branches, and pathways. Yes, it was a fine place to be and learn, to get ideas for poems, stories, and pictures. And to naturally expand consciousness. 

Sons of Turan

Soft winds caress the silent groves,
Along the roads thin pine rows rise.
A raven circles — distant envoy,
A lone horse wanders under open skies.

Here mountains stand and valleys widen,
Among a thousand lands on earth —
No place has ever been more precious,
No soil of greater sacred worth.

The ruins of forgotten cities,
Old fortresses of ancient days,
The lands once held by noble peoples —
Massagetae and Saka ways.

So many wars we fought for freedom —
No count can hold the tears we’ve known:
For land and honor, truth and homeland,
For sacred right to guard our own.

Here came the early Arab marches,
Met by lions proud and brave.
Here rode the khans of Genghis’ empire,
And blood was spilled in every wave.

Yet through the storms and burning ages,
Through iron will and destiny,
The sons of sacred Turan guarded
Their living flame of liberty.

From grief, from chains and bitter sorrow
Rose simple fighters, firm and strong.
Fathers and Jadids stood together,
Side by side where they belong.

Unbroken stands our spirit, rising,
High and steadfast through the years.
Wide-hearted, open, kind and noble —
The Uzbek people persevere.

Kholbekov Ozodbek Makhammatovich

                

The Bridge of Colors

It matters not the clay that shaped the jar,
nor the wind that blew through the flute of bone,
art is the thread, subtle yet well-known,
that binds all maps into one single star.
The hand that weaves, the voice that tells the tale,
belong to no shore, nor a single wall;
they are lights that guide through the future’s call
with rhymes of silk and silver’s trail.
Let the brush travel through paths of earth,
let the dance awaken the sleeping square,
for a statue is life that breathes the air,
erasing the hate and giving peace birth.
Peoples of the world, open every door:
let your neighbor’s song become your own way,
for art is the sun, the wine, oand the day
that joins our distant souls forevermore.

Fernando Josè Martínez Alderete

Mèxico

The Sowing of Silence

Peace is not born from the coldness of steel,
nor from signatures on paper, torn and hollow;
it grows in the furrow where wounds start to heal,
between the stranger and the friend we follow.
It is a language where borders are gone,
trading the rifle for the grain of wheat,
where hands that once fought, before the dawn,
now build the shelter, the bread, and the seat.
Let the walls of shadow and fear now fall,
let the echo of hate be lost in the gale,
for more strength is found in a finger’s call
that reaches for another, beyond the veil.
It matters not language, the faith, or the skin,
the earth is the map of a single heartbeat;
we are the lineage that lets grace in,
leaving the ghosts of the past in retreat.
Peace is the bridge that spans the abyss,
the table is set, the light on the face,
to find in the other a kinship like this:
that their home is our home, a shared holy space.

Fernando Josè Martínez Alderete

Mèxico

Dr. Fernando Martinez Alderete

Writer, poet, theater actor, radio producer. Born in Leon Guanajato Mexico on April 21, 1977, President of Mil Mentes por México in Guanajuato. Dr. HC, global leadership and literature.

His poems were published in more than 200 anthologies in fifteen countries around the world and he is author of ten books, of poetry, short stories and novels.

The Impact of Social Media on the Lives of Young People

    Nowadays, not only young people but almost everyone has become attached to social media. Many people even think that it is difficult to imagine life without social networks. Of course, modern life requires the use of the internet and social media. However, it is important to be careful when using them and to be able to distinguish useful information from unnecessary information. In particular, people should be able to analyze various unverified or fake news.Social media also has many advantages. For example, we can find almost any information we are looking for on the internet. It is also possible to keep up with daily news and follow events happening in different countries. In addition, there are many useful videos and lessons on social media for learning languages. Therefore, many young people have the opportunity to learn new knowledge and skills independently. However, the negative aspects of social media are also very serious. For instance, watching various short videos such as “shorts” can narrow people’s thinking ability, weaken speech fluency, cause them to waste time, reduce sleeping time, and even lead to memory decline. Moreover, the family environment may also be affected: instead of spending time with their families, many young people spend their time on social media. As a result, they may become unaware of feelings such as respect for parents and the importance of spending time together and having conversations with family members.

It is true that phones and the platforms or programs on them are created by humans and designed to function in a certain way. However, nowadays it seems that phones are controlling people. This is because many people easily become dependent on them. There are many young people who spend five to six hours or even more on their phones every day, wasting their time without any meaningful purpose. However, this does not mean that everyone is like that. There are also many young people who use social media properly and meaningfully. They have dreams and goals for their future and work hard to achieve them. Instead of wasting time, they use platforms such as Instagram, YouTube, and TikTok in a productive way and organize their daily activities according to a schedule to continue their studies. In my opinion, young people who spend their days on social media in a useless way have become detached from reality and dependent on their virtual lives. Time passes very quickly, and I believe that wasting it inefficiently is wrong. In addition, such people may cast a shadow or darkness over their own bright and promising future.

Bekturdiyeva Nargizabonu was born on December 7, 2007, in Khiva city of Khorezm region. She won first place at the regional stage and participated in the national Olympiad. In 2025, she graduated from school with a gold medal.

Currently, she is a first-year student in the Geography program at Urgench State University. She has three journalistic articles and is the holder of a DGU certificate.

Her articles have been published in the famous “Synchronized Chaos” journal in the USA and in the “Ijodkorlar” journal in Uzbekistan, and she has also participated in an anthology. She is also a member of the Argentine international organization “Juntos por las Letras.”

Upbeat

☆☆☆

Living at the edge, 

a hope that lingers with faith 

The time is yet knock in, 

and the sailor at this end keeps on sailing.

The destination has been declared. 

Awakened and aware, silence speaks its glory. 

The sleep is sound today. 

Dreams peek from the sleeves of slumber. 

A smile floats at the edges of the river. 

That had been a testament of winter. 

Spring knocked long before the fall, 

and the luminosity keeps sailing, on and on.

Breathe 

Breathe

U are having 1 second to see your whole life before you die..Choose… 

Re born in another reality

Ι do not belong…

All your life they teach how u must do, think, act, love, live, smile

All the years of education they teach how u must be present, dress, talk, feel…

All the time at your job they teach u how u behave, how u must seat, react, claim, interfere, communicate…

All that faces they teach me..make me feel that i do not belong

I do not belong in half truth

I do not belong in that small garden

I do not belong in the words that was never said

I do not belong in small boxes that keep the smile of the morning

I do not belong in shouting and bullying of the love, I never get

I do not belong in the uncertain possibilities

But i do belong in myself

And in the possibility of climbing a big mountain

Maybe never go to the top

But I do belong in my dreams.. 

Wishes

It shall be a festive day

When the Dawn shall come

There shall be Sun and Joy.

There shall also be a fair.

In the porch there shall be red roses.

Basil and myrrh trees.

All of them so dear.

For us

Life will start…..

Before you existed

You were a thought in my soul

Before you speak 

I understand your words

For years

Loneliness was my companion 

See the stars

Make wishes

Hoping 

Before i met you 

I knew your perfume

Before you speak 

I understand your soul

See the birds

Make wishes

Pray

Before you imagine 

I draw a circle

I see you in and me

Protected 

Blessed 

Before you kiss me

I feel your lips

Your body 

A fireball 

Burning me

Slowly 

Before i leave 

I will never say goodbye

Αbout love

Moon know nothing about love

Man know nothing about the love

The humans love each other as they remember the love they received

Love is energy

Love is free and everywhere

Sun know nothing about love

As exist

Sun keeps shine

Give light and brightness

Humans know nothing about love

Love is not selfish

Love is not take or give

Love is a small gesture

little thinks as a sparrow came to the backyard

Love is few

Love can be big moments

Humans cannot understand love

Nobody can understand the cry of a newborn baby

Love we learn by giving away

By respect the man

Cherish the woman

Worship God

Love we cannot see

Or touch

Love is in ever little piece in earth

Listen your heart

Love as your heart beat

With harmony

With truth

Love is freedom.