Poetry from Dildora Toshtemirova

Autumn

It’s autumn again,

The leaves have fallen.

It’s good that you remembered

I remembered those days.

I was happy,

In those past days.

We used to walk together

On rainy roads.

We dreamed together

But when it’s a dream.

I endured like the wind,

I’m sorry you left.

Every time it rains,

I walk by myself.

Goodbye dreams

I will stay like a cloud.

Toshtemirova Dildora Hakim qizi was born on October 9, 2008 in Khatirchi District, Navoi Region. I am 16 years old now.

Due to my interests and constant support from my parents, today I am a member of All India Council for Technical Skill Development. I won the “Volunteer of the Year” 2022, “Star of the Year” nominations from the school. In addition, Dildora’s creative works have been published in international magazines, and her articles and poems have been indexed in Google.

Poetry from Adam Fieled

Glass Doors

It isn’t difficult for me to imagine why it might

be that, outward action done for the night, Abby

would stand outside Mary’s glass-paneled,

completely curtained double doors, & listen to

us making love. All this time later, I see it as

a manifestation-in-action of The Lost Twins,

from Abby’s own vaunted masterpiece, rising

to the surface of Abby’s brain, & asserting their

presence. The male-leaning twin laughs at all

the pushing & grunting, the sleazy cheesiness

of what I have between my legs (she has one too),

as though I thought it made me big in the world

(it did not) to bang away at Mary as if the world

depended on it. The profound dumbness of sex

& sexual intercourse mixed with the pride of her

own phallic presence in the world, doing an even

more manly routine of being split, being two

people at once, and making both of them thrust

through the surface of human life, into art

taken from two places, willed into brilliant

singularity, in a way the grunting moron could

never understand. The male-leaning twin wins.

The real girl twin remains a coy maiden, building

up the guts to let herself into bed with me,

jealous of Mary’s easy submissiveness, as though

to the manner born, of letting the man be the man,

however dumb, & riding the waves towards twin

peaks, rather than Lost Twins, behind glass doors.

Adam Fieled is a writer based in Philadelphia. His books include Equations, Opera Bufa, and Apparition Poems. Manuscripts-in-progress include Something Solid, Letters to Dead Masters, and A Poet in Center City. A magna cum laude Penn grad, he edits P.F.S. Post. 

Essay from Murodova Sitora

Young Central Asian woman with long dark hair, brown eyes, and a fluffy lace blouse.

Teacher’s status in new Uzbekistan, problems and solutions in the new stage of education 

Murodova Sitora

sitoramurodova765@gmail.com

+998932334647

Primary education teacher of the 27th general secondary school under the department of pre-school and school education, Khatirchi district, Navoi region 

“If the role and influence of the teacher in the life of society increases, the prestige of the school increases, the value of science, education and upbringing increases. The teacher’s reputation is the reputation of this nation, the whole people.”

Sh.M. Mirziyoyev 

Abstract: This article provides information on the teacher’s skills, his unique role in society, the problem of continuous professional development and the role of the teacher in its solutions.

Keywords: Skilled teacher, skilled nation, continuous professional development, …

      The teaching profession is a complex and responsible process. The honor and complexity of this profession is determined by the fact that the teacher is always engaged in the education and upbringing of the person who is the only owner of consciousness, communicates with him, contributes to his mental, spiritual and physical growth and development. shows the effect of z. Of course, a student who has reached maturity in all aspects can unite under the name of a qualified nation.That is why the teaching profession is the most delicate, the most honorable and at the same time the most difficult profession in the world. It is necessary for the teacher to constantly improve his qualifications and cultivate his personal qualities that help ensure his success at a high level. The place and role of a teacher for society is incomparable. Their level leads the society either to the bottom or to the top. “The task of a teacher and leader is similar to the task of a wise state leader, therefore, the teacher should remember everything he heard and saw, have intelligence, fluent speech, full of ideas that he wants to tell the teachers and must know how to express clearly. At the same time, he should value his honor and be fair. Only then will he have a high level of humanity and reach the peak of happiness,” says our grandfather Abu Nasr Al-Farobi.

     The new version of our Constitution, which is a solid legal foundation of the reforms of the new Uzbekistan, and the “Uzbekistan – 2030” strategy, approved by the relevant decree of the head of state, specifically mention the task of raising the status of pedagogues. The fact that this issue is not just an expression of beautiful wishes decorated on paper, but a firm life goal is becoming more evident day by day during consistent reforms. The law “On the status of pedagogues” signed yesterday by our President can be called a historical confirmation of our opinion. This law, consisting of 21 articles, defines the rights, obligations and basic guarantees of the activities of about 700 thousand pedagogues in our country.This law made all teachers in the Republic of Uzbekistan very happy and created wide opportunities. Along with several opportunities and advantages, the law does not ignore the need for pedagogues to follow the rules of ethics while fulfilling their professional obligations. Knowing and following the rules of pedagogical ethics is noted as a criterion that determines the quality indicators of the teacher’s performance of his professional duties and work discipline.

     As noted by our hero poet Abdulla Oripov, a teacher is a mirror of perfection. This mirror should be so clear, that by looking at it, he should improve himself and his personality, get rid of his vices, and bring order to his character. Naturally, not everyone is lucky enough to be a true mirror of perfection for society. Because of this, the law contains specific norms about persons who are not allowed to engage in pedagogic activities.

     Continuing professional development has several challenges and corresponding solutions. In order to study these problems and find solutions, the teacher, every person in the field of education needs to have high experience. The following solutions can help you find solutions to problems in continuous professional development:

1. References, Articles and Books: Use articles, books and textbooks to find solutions to your professional development problems. You can get the necessary knowledge and practical advice from these sources.

2. Mentorship or Referral: Reaching out to people with other professional experience or mentoring them can enhance your experience. They will give you advice and help you find solutions to problems.

3. Practical Skills: Developing your skills is essential to finding solutions to professional development challenges. Upgrade your character and learn new skills.

4. Analysis and Diagnosing: Analyzing and identifying problems leads to diversity solutions. Articulate problems and define steps to turn them into profits.

5. Hands-on Exercises: Hands-on exercises and examples are helpful in solving development problems. Use practical exercises to test your skills.

6. Gain experience: Gaining experience is very important in finding solutions to problems. Have fun trying and learning new clues and solutions!

7. Internet Resources: Use Internet resources, forums, blogs, videos, and websites to find solutions to development problems.

Finding solutions to problems in continuous professional development also requires a certain amount of time and patience. Steps like analyzing the problems, defining different steps to be solved and searching for practical solutions will guide you in your success on this front.

     In short, a teacher is a hugely responsible, free-thinking and growing knowledge holder. Modernity is its mandatory quality, as much as it is a demand for knowledge. In other words, if knowledge is not adapted to the current times, its usefulness and relevance will decrease. Therefore, a broad worldview, free thinking and modernity are mandatory professional requirements of a teacher.

List of used literature:

1. MODERN TEACHER AND REQUIREMENTS FOR HIM: Journal of Pedagogy and psychology in modern education, Vol. 3 No. 5 (2023) October

2. https://jdpu.uz/ozbekistonda-pedagog-maqomi-jamiyat-va-davlat nufuzining-mezonidir/

3.https://www.uzbekistan.org.ua/uz/yangiliklar/6937-o-zbekistonda-pedagog-maqomi-jamiyat-va-davlat-nufuzining-mezonidir.html

Poetry from Maja Milojkovic

Younger middle aged white woman with long blonde hair, glasses, and a green top and floral scarf and necklace.
Maja Milojkovic
To You 

As the earth thirsts for rain,  
As the sunflower longs for the sun,  
So does my soul yearn for you. 
In every drop, in every ray,  
I see your image, your gentle smile.  
Just as night has its darkness,  
So do I seek the trace of you in my heart. 
As the earth awaits spring,  
As the flower dreams of azure heights,  
My heart, like a swallow, comes to you,  
To love you through the depths of affection. 
In every breeze, I hear your whisper,  
In every leaf, I feel your breath,  
For you are my unrest, from which I suffer,  
My everything, and my eternal fear. 
As the earth thirsts for rain,  
As the sunflower longs for the sun,  
So does my soul yearn for you,  
Dreaming of you, loving you, always listening to you. 


Maja Milojković was born in 1975 in Zaječar, Serbia.
She is a person to whom from an early age, Leonardo da Vinci's statement "Painting is poetry that can be seen, and poetry is painting that can be heard" is circulating through the blood.
That's why she started to use feathers and a brush and began to reveal the world and herself to them.
As a poet, she is represented in numerous domestic and foreign literary newspapers, anthologies and electronic media, and some of her poems can be found on YouTube.
Many of her poems have been translated into English, Hungarian, Bengali and Bulgarian due to the need of foreign readers.
She is the recipient of many international awards.
"Trees of Desire" is her second collection of poems in preparation, which is preceded by the book of poems "Moon Circle". 
She is a member of the International Society of Writers and Artists "Mountain Views" in Montenegro, and she also is a member of the Poetry club "Area Felix" in Serbia.

Short story from Numonova Khonzodabegim

Central Asian teen girl with long dark hair and brown eyes. She's holding a book and is wearing a black coat over a lacy white blouse.

The story of a girl

Do you know? What am I afraid of the ringing of the phone… At that time I was an eight-year-old child. My father was a soldier. My mother worked as a teacher at school. because of my dad’s work, we often moved. My mother had to constantly change her job from province to province. But it was not always possible to find a job for my mother. I didn’t have any close friends because my school changed every time. At school, it would take time for me to learn from my teachers. I couldn’t go out with anyone. All my classmates used to make fun of me as a nomad. but I love my dad’s work. Every time my father left for work, he would kiss me goodbye.


Like all children, I longed for my father to be with me more. But it remained a dream. my father always came home late from work, and sometimes stayed on night duty. At night, I would go to sleep waiting for my father…


I remember that day was my birthday. I was nine years old. On that day, my mother told my father to come from work early today for our daughter’s birthday. Dad came home at nine o’clock late. Four came in. For me, my dad’s arrival made me the happiest out of all four. My happiness did not last long. Until that phone rang, my dad left in a hurry. I did not know that that day would be the last time I would see my father…

 Numonova Khonzodabegim Shuhratbek’s daughter is a student of the 11th grade.

Poetry from Ziyoda Murodilova


          Fate

No matter how much suffering hurts my tongue,
I will go on my way.
Sometimes falling, sometimes standing
Trials lead to dreams.

If not for God,
The wind doesn't blow, it doesn't pour high
I fall for a reason too
This fall will not last forever.

The stars count the days in the distance,
The sun always shines its golden light.
If only I had wings to fly
I would reach the heavens.



   Just that

A beautiful breeze works every moment
My dreams are with me
It's like a long time ago
I just learned to live.

When I am in pain, my heart feels my pain.
Every breath I take is visible to my body
Obedience all my life
Just stop for a moment.

My imagination is sad and gently stirs
The sweet door of my heart
It is as if he has entered a mysterious world
I just live in a secret age.

A butterfly will land on my hand
And my emotions are like an unstable wind
My tender words from the heart
It's just a piece of paper.


Ziyoda Murodilova, daughter of Zufarjon, was born on October 15, 2007 in the city of Fergana in the Republic of Uzbekistan. She wants to use her creative abilities to read, write and help people any way possible. 

Poetry from Mars Brocke

Rooms

Room A: The room where you watched the sun set with a dyslexic boy you named Squirrle

Room B: The room where your rejected lover tapped a Morse code against his shaved head

Room C: The room where your father-on-parole hid his little tin men under your bed. At night, they marched and drummed and sang German beer songs until you cried Uncle

Room D: The room where Penny dropped her glass eye and you could never hold her in the same way

Room E: When you’re 3 sizes too big for everything and can’t stretch backwards or sideways, you’ll reconstruct the room as floating space

Room F: Where you shared popcorn with a pickpocket who snuck rare coins into your dirty jeans

Room G: Where your brother returned home with his junkie love

Room H: The visiting nun who forgot to close the door to your room and left you to melt

Room I: When the room collapses from a fire, you are lighter than ash

Room J: The room where a boy named Jesus played banjo until your knees bled

Room K: The room where you gave birth to another room

That 70s Show

It was different then. We were as careless as near sighted thieves. We drank rock & rye until our hearts were too water-logged to beat an even rhythm. We dated people who didn’t believe our real names. We re-invented ourselves in the dark and couldn’t see what we made. We finally met again adrift in an empty ocean. “Are you floating alone?” an old friend asked me. “Yes,” I said, still am.” He smiled wistfully the way he once did.

All-Night Diner

Today’s special: Death at a discount

Choices: charcoal broiled, braised, fried with onions,

or just quick & dry.

served with truffles and parsley echoes.

Orange mushrooms too, if you prefer.

Family Guy

you took the rap

for your starry-eyed

father who never

learned how to swim

or how to collect

snowflakes in a

petri dish.

they hung you

from a cloud

A Ku for Emily

The warmth of your mouth

My words form couplets & thaw

Mars Brocke has been published in Otolith, Ink in Thirds, and elsewhere. He loves old garage bands of the 60s and still adores Iggy Pop. He also loves soft-serve ice cream.