Essay from Abduraximova Muyassarxon

Teen Central Asian girl under a leafy tree with white flowers. She's got long dark hair and a white collared blouse.

The Impact of a Legendary Teacher on a Girl’s Life

One cold winter night, a girl with a heart as pure as snow was born. Her parents called her Ice heart. Ice heart started school earlier than her peers. She was a bit shy and timid, which made it difficult for her to connect with classmates. After 6 years of school, she prepared for the entrance exam to a higher-level school. She studied for a month and took the exam. Two months later, she was overjoyed to be accepted. She immediately began attending classes but only stayed for two years. These types of schools were shut down and replaced with specialized schools under a new system. She continued her education at this new specialized school. This year marked a turning point in her life. Ice heart fell into deep despair, losing all motivation.

One day, a legendary teacher, who would play a crucial role in her life, entered her world. This teacher rescued Ice Heart from her despair and changed her life for the better. Thankfully, she had the opportunity to learn from this legendary teacher. Now, Ice heart holds the keys to success and good fortune.

That Ice Heart was me.

Abduraximova Muyassarxon Anvarjon qizi  was born on January 6, 2008, in Toshloq district, Ferghana region. Currently, she is a 10th-grade student at a specialized school in Toshloq district, Ferghana region.

Poetry from Stephen Jarrell Williams

Summer Snips

hot land
cities and small towns
summer fried walls

clothes on and shoes off
soaking in the bathtub
heat stroke

birds in the fountain
sipping cool water
splashing wings

moon tunes
lovers humming songs
owls joining in

doves cooing
in the dark of early dawn
windows opening



Shadow Moods

combing her long hair
in the dark bedroom
sighing alone

light on
in front of the mirror
touch of shadows

old wooden porch
sitting in his rocking chair
sway of memories

Heavenward

children play
even as the world shakes
the unknowing


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Essay from Rustamjonova Nodira

THERE ARE MANY STARS IN THE SKY BUT THE MOON IS THE ONLY ONE

Older Central Asian man with gray hair and a blue suit coat and tie sitting in a wooden chair.

Introduction

Uzbekistan has stepped on the threshold of progress. We have gotten rid of the unpleasant word of slavery for many years, we have gradually achieved and are achieving our rights, traditions, holidays, religion, laws, and countless wealth.

In fact, at the beginning of the 20th century, the leaders of science, i.e., the Jadids, dreamed of today’s independent country and, accordingly, used a number of unsuccessful measures several times. Fortunately, they did not stop sacrificing their lives for the freedom of the people.

During the colonial period, our great nation was under both material and spiritual shocks, i.e., it was in such darkness that the nation did not even want to believe that there was a light.

The former Soviet Union occupied many countries along with our country. But at an unexpected moment, that is, in the 80s of the 20th century, the state of the USSR began to weaken due to the inexperience of the government leaders. This is an opportunity for a number of former Soviet Union countries to gain independence.

The post of President was introduced in Uzbekistan as the first among the colonial states of the USSR. On June 20, 1990, the Declaration on the sovereignty of Uzbekistan was adopted, and on August 31, 1991, the 1st President of the Republic of Uzbekistan declared Independence Day. they say:

“From today, I propose to declare September 1 as a national holiday in our republic, the day of progress,” they cheered up all the people.

On December 29, 1991, Islam Abduganievich Karimov was elected the first president of the Republic of Uzbekistan.

In fact, they turned their chests to the responsible work of managing it as a country and put heavy burdens on their shoulders. prosperity took the father of the country away from these pains.

Of course, it should be said that the word “difficulty” is not a foreign word for a nation that is being built.  Because, in people’s minds, an evil country called the USSR, in its time, the food, clothes, and prices in the markets are as if a person who says he is poor can wait for a guest for at least 3 days in his house. left a good impression. But they tried to uproot us from our values, our thousand-year-old indelible history.  Although the Uzbek people, a great nation, were decorated with the image of slavery for many years, they could not even move the foundation of our golden values. The honorable blood of our ancestors flows in our blood, regardless of the fact that the nation has become very old and has forgotten its identity.

Dear President had the following words in this regard:

“The blood of the Uzbek nation is hot, if someone from abroad seems to speak wrongly to us, it is difficult to bring us back to our mold. Europeans living in a cold nation do not understand this. who emphasized that.

In the first years of independence, difficult days began in the life of our people. Many people have money to feed, but there is very little product, there are factories, but there are few personnel who know it, there is a lack of knowledge and skills to process the grain. There was a big turn and unprecedented changes in the life of our people. But due to many years of difficulties, we got back on our feet and became stronger. We took our country from the hands of fascism, we realized our identity, that all the blessings in the heavenly land belong only to us and not to give double help to anyone. we understood that it is necessary. In order to develop industry, economy, defense, construction, agro-technological and many other modern fields in our country, training of qualified personnel has been launched.

Our honorable President also emphasizes that “we have put the people and their interests at the center of all changes and updates in order to achieve such results in the reforms we are implementing.” If we look at the above words, achieving independence, realizing our identity, learning our history is all for ourselves, for the nation, for the youth, for our future.

Today, the main priority of us young people is that we have a responsible duty and mission to move forward on this great path, to study the heritage of our ancestors and become a generation worthy of it, to be the leaders of the time in all fields. The words of the father of Islam, “we are not less than anyone and will not be less” always ring in my ears. No one will ever forget the selfless services rendered by this person to the Uzbek nation, the white hair in his hair, the packaging in his hands, the sleepless nights he spent thinking about the peace of our country, his eyes that have lost hope and light, and his priceless life that he exchanged for the happiness of others. needed.

Islam Abduganievich Karimov ruled the Republic of Uzbekistan for 25 years. He died of stroke on September 2, 2016.

About the author

Teen Central Asian girl with brown eyes, a smile, and a dark blue headscarf decorated with white designs.

Rustamjonova Nodira Tahirjan kizi was born on December 4, 2005 in Toraqorgan district, Namangan region. Currently she is 2nd year student of Biology department, Namangan State Pedagogical Institute. She is so intelligent and determined student. In 2024, she participated in the conference “Actual problems of biology: integration of science, education and production” with an article on the topic “History of medicinal plants. Their importance in human and animal life”.

Poetry from Taylor Dibbert


The Memories

He can’t 

Write away

The memories

But he can

Write through them

And that’s

Not just

A big deal,

It’s everything.

Taylor Dibbert is a writer, journalist, and poet in Washington, DC. “Rescue Dog,” his fifth book, was published in May.

Poetry from Karimova Sarvara Karimovna

Teen Central Asian girl with curly dark hair, brown eyes, earrings, and a brown coat and blue top.

Expression of the Heart


Night. Away from the sun’s embrace,
My moments are like a boundless sea.
No one can replace your place,
Neither stars nor the crescent moon, you see.

With your light, caress me slow,
Let the flame within my heart grow.
May clouds not block your way,
And darkness fade from your gentle ray.

Hide not your face beyond the peaks,
Make my heart’s garden bloom and speak.
First, in my heart’s quiet nook,
Sow the seeds of hope, as you took.

When I cast a gaze each night,
May it bring hope for tomorrow’s light.
Push away the pangs of longing deep,
And speak of you in dreams I keep.

Night. Away from the sun’s embrace,
My longing is a pain with no grace.
No one can replace your place,
Stay, and always be with me in this space.

Karimova Sarvara Karimovna was born on March 30, 2008 in the Khorezm region of Uzbekistan. Currently, she is studying in the 10th grade of a school named after Agahi. She creates in the genres of poems, stories and articles. One creative collection has been published.

Poetry from Mesfakus Salahin

South Asian man with reading glasses and red shoulder length hair. He's got a red collared shirt on.
Mesfakus Salahin
Prayer of a Sinner


This is not everything,
Not the end of everything. 
I have to go another world,
Which is real but mysterious.
Death is the media to enter the world
That world will be endless
And death will never be a visitor there. 
Death will be a dead stranger there.

The ferry is ready to carry
The earth is waiting
Nature will adorn everything beautifully
I have to lay down in the fixed room
With a new dress of white cloth
The dress will be without pocket and stich
I shall have no chance to take anything.
The room will be closed forever 
It will not have any door or window
Bed will never be there
Nobody will give company or anything
I will be detoched from this world  
I will be attached with another world. 
My bones will not make sound
My heart will not beat
All the organs will be separated 
Only good deeds will be friend in the darkness
And bad deeds will be snake
I must be rewarded for my good deeds 
And disgraced for my bad deeds. 
The creator is the best justice
Who will judge everything on the great day.
Finally, I will get my permanent address
Oh God, my Creator, You are great
You are very kind
I am a sinner 
I have done wrong things
I have walked on the wrong track 
But I love you
You are always in my beliefs 
Please forget my sin and forgive me
I want your forgiveness.

Poetry from Martha Ellen

Benzo Brain #1 *

“It’s a chemical imbalance

in the brain.”  Ad copy from

Don Draper. I bought it. An

almost mouse scampers

across the floor. A Native

woman with saucer eyes.

She’s nice. Someone in the

kitchen plays You Suffer by

Napalm Death. A firefly smiles.

Who knew? Adorable. Doc

says up dose for two weeks.

Stars in the living room. Kurt

Cobain hovers. “Hi. Miss you.”

“Mommy I can still crawl!”

Big Pharma cashes in.

2024