PROTECT NATURE

The steppe-deserts consider me a friend,
My heart laughs.
If I hope, I will believe,
Being seen.

Even if the storms howl and rise,
Calm down.
If I spread my arms, the songs
Hooray tinar.

I planted a seedling, the bucket caught the clouds,
It's raining.
The purple wind quenches his thirst,
Milk the man.

The seeds of the millennium sprout.
Like grass.
I landed like a butterfly on the rocks,
It's natural to forget.

In my gaze, the world is circumcision,
Blue happy.
Let the food you prepare for the earth,
Hard work.

I strive in the endless ocean,
Foggy road.
It lights up from the sound of babies,
A blue outstretched hand.

There were deserts, there was a sea, there was a field,
The form of tyranny makes nature pale.
My sprouts will shrivel if I don't water them,
It shows the cause of ignorance.

Heads Man is an optimal solution for himself,
Different ways.
If we don't take care of them, they will become deserts like deserts.
Even lakes..

08/05/2023

O'tkir Mulikboyev Kochkor oglu, Koshrabot district, Samarkand region, Republic of Uzbekistan

The son of Mulikboyev O’tkir Kochkor was born on August 11, 1990.

Currently, he is a student of the ISFT Institute, majoring in “Primary Education”.

Promoter of creative and cultural issues and primary education teacher at school 75 in Koshrabot district, Samarkand region

His creative works are “Bakht khunirogi” Tashkent, “Buta 5” Azerbaijan, “Turan writers” Turkey, “Anthology of Kazakh and Uzbek artists” Uzbekistan, “Uzbek writers anthology” Canada, “Young Pencilers 2″ ” Published in Moldovan, republican and international collections.

His poems were translated into Turkish, Azerbaijani, English, Russian and published in more than ten countries.

Hundreds of poems have appeared in the press.

Awarded with the “Initiative Reformer” badge of the international level.

Why 

Why a young girl standing on her balcony shot on her head?

Why a child on the roof in the lap of her father on her birthday?

Why the passers-by and hundreds of people die on the agitation?

Why? The interrogation always hunts me with much depression.

Why the BTV (Bangladesh Television) Building, Metro Rail Station

And the Norsindi jail burnt and the prisoners flew away from the jail?

Why the internet service got off and later its service centre was burnt?

Why though the net connection repaired, the Facebook use still banned?

Who are the suffers most and who are the gainers-the play is still on the flow.

The commoners understand all, though the uppers realize little.

Human being is less important than the life of an ant, we confess or not.

Seen at home or abroad all the way wherever you run, can mark the same.

Through out all I must say I love you Bangladesh, I feel you much.

Though bloods falling on you, we mourn for them, our sweetest songs.

Chapainawabganj,  Bangladesh

30 July, 2024.

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.

Navoi Mining and Metallurgical Combine is 65 years old! 

The Navoi Mining and Metallurgical Combine ranks 10th in the world in terms of gold production and reserves. NMMC was founded in 1958. During the 65th year, NMMC has made a huge contribution to the growth and income of the Republic of Uzbekistan, both externally and internally. our enterprise carries out the process of extraction, exploration, processing of underground and surface resources. In particular, the quality of gold castings with a sample of “999, 9”, which has become an Uzbek brand that we produce, deserves special recognition. I am Turakulova Ozoda and I am now 28 years old. I’ve been with NMMC for 10 years now and I’m very proud of it. Congratulations to NMMC on its 65th anniversary. I wish you the first place in the world in gold mining, as well as good luck, big victories.

 The world of dreams

 At that time, even though I was still young, I still had a small love for books. I still read that book, and I still read this book. But books seemed to me to consist of ordinary pages. Over the years, I realized that books are not just ordinary pages. the book itself is a world, not a manuscript, the book itself is a world. A person reading a book lives two lives at the same time.... Only one life ends when a certain period of time is reached, and the other is absorbed into eternity with memory. while leaving...

                                   Part 1
   The door to the land of the book or the beginning of the story
  When I was in the fifth grade, I suddenly became interested in fiction. .It has become my biggest dream to read all the books in our school's library and achieve many achievements. I started my work by reading the books in the children's literature section of the library. I was captivated by the works of the famous writer Khudoyberdi Tokhtabayev. 

It was at this time that my studies were over and vacation was about to begin. I rushed home. I didn't know why, but I was in a great mood that day. After eating, I started looking through the books I got from the library. First, I looked at Jack London's White Fang, and then Pakhmaq, Avazkhan, and so on. My eyes fell on a book with a white cover and no name written on it. After all, I had never bought such a book. I was surprised. As soon as I opened the book, a light shone from it. but it was empty. 

Not many days later, about a week later, I took my books and necessary things and went to my grandmother's village. Because my grandmother spends her annual summer vacation I thought about a book with a white cover. The next morning, when I entered my grandmother's yard, this dream did not leave me. I rushed to the cave. This cave is so ancient that the locals called it the Cave of Life. 

Near the cave, a crystal-clear spring gushes out. The ground is covered with green grass. The mountain and the rest of them were connected to the rocky hills, so it was difficult to find such a royal and peaceful place to read a book. With my light, some rays of light flashed blindingly, and I suddenly appeared in a completely different world.


Rashidova Shahrizoda Zarshidovna was born in 2010 in the Karakol district of the Bukhara region. Currently, she is a 7th-grade student of the 20th school in the district. In my tune and in my tune 
 Motherland, We bow to those who know you, "I will do everything", Rainbow stars, Bilimdon 2018, Zakovat, etc. 

She is the first prize winner in competitions. Her creative writings were published in German and British publications such as Just fist edition, lulu, Rashidova Shahrizoda Zarshidovna's work was covered in Ezgulik newspaper. Her stories are on the Wikipedia open encyclopedia and published in a number of anthologies, including Towards My Goals, New Uzbekistan creative collections. 
 She's also the author of the book The lion called the first flight of the artist.

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to try harder
 

i usually have to be

pretty fucking close

to drunk off my ass

to try to talk to any

beautiful woman

i don't know

 

i remember a night

in a club back in

my twenties where

i approached this

gorgeous black

woman and said

some gibberish

 

she laughed and

told me to try

harder

 

i laughed and said

something stupid

enough to make

her smile and tell

me to go get her

a drink

 

when i came back

 

she was making out

with some other guy

 

apparently, i wasn't

drunk enough for the

beer muscles to kick

in

 

but i did enjoy her

amaretto sour
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the locusts
 

happiness is

one of those

rare events

anymore

 

i treat it like

a comet or

the locusts

 

it's not what

i want in my

life, but i

suppose it's

just the way

it is

 

they say

money can't

buy happiness

 

well guess

what

 

neither can

being poor
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in cowboy boots
 

drove past a woman

mowing her grass

in cowboy boots

 

i smiled

 

got home to find

my grass being

cut by the cousin

that molested me

as a child

 

i don't think

you'd call this

a smile
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the lines of pain
 

trace

the

lines

of pain

on this

broken

face

 

the

sweet

caress

of your

bloody

fingers

 

may

it be

the

last

thing

i

remember
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looking for trouble
 

it's been years since

i went out drinking

looking for trouble

 

the last time that

happened i was

taking a girl to

go buy crack at

seven in the

morning

 

after a long night

of drinking and

fucking around

in some strip

clubs

 

looking back

 

i probably should

have had her buy

some for me


J.J. Campbell (1976 - ?) is old enough to know better. He's been widely published over the years, most recently at Disturb the Universe Magazine, The Beatnik Cowboy, Horror Sleaze Trash, The Rye Whiskey Review and The Asylum Floor. He has a new book out with Casey Renee Kiser from RaVenGhost Press, Altered States of The Unflinching Souls. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com)