Everyone has the right to be happy!

There is a girl whose dreams are like an ocean, she cries a lot! A lot of stress, but did not give up!

In the whirlwind of life, she took full advantage of her opportunities!
Cut off the bite! Diligent Jussasi is a small but brave girl! He also wanted to be happy! And found a way to be happy! Let’s find out how he did it!

The book is very dangerous, if you read it, you can be happy! Be careful! Luck is coming your way!!

Many people analyze the word happiness in different ways, let’s first understand the meaning of the word happiness! Happiness is actually your existence, your family, true friends, your favorite study, your favorite profession, your favorite place, your favorite country, all these are part of happiness. Do not look for happiness! – discover it yourself! . Are happy people only rich people? No, everyone can feel happiness! And I know that it is right. I know that this life breaks you a lot, I know that life has thrown you to different places! Get up and live again, how many things you haven’t discovered yet, scientists have studied 97~98% of the surface of the earth, but how many things are unexplored in the ocean and underground! So you have the opportunity and time to breathe? Is your heart pounding? do you love So you have a chance to be happy!

Maybe you feel like you are lagging behind? Everyone seems happy in the virtual world except you? Maybe your heart is tight and you cry every night? Know that morning comes after night, happy days are waiting for you like spring after winter! You just live! Happiness itself comes out from under your feet. Yes, do what you love, participate in your favorite activities, eat your favorite food. And happiness slowly begins to form in you!

Walk away from things that bring you down, even if it’s hard! Try to fix the thing that spoils your mood! it will come from your hand, I believe in you!

Everyone’s jealous these days, right?
Don’t tell anyone your goals! Eyes can touch!

Spend more time with your loved one first, with your family, because we all trust each other! Let’s appreciate our parents when they are alive! Our family is our source of energy that always supports us!

I ask myself, “Are you happy, Laila?” My answer will be like this!
I create my own happiness, I do what I like, I stop putting barriers on myself, I don’t lose my identity, maybe I’m a hudbin? Maybe the best person? Maybe a bad friend is a bad child? I will try to be good and I will do it!
Life can’t beat me, I won’t give up!

Do you see your reflection in the mirror every day? Compliment yourself
I am beautiful
I’m smart
I am rich
I chose a profession that I love
I am studying in the university I want
Say thanks to God that everything is perfect with me!

Believe 100% that everything will be fine and think good things!

Maybe everything will not be like before, but believe that it will be better than before!
Are you a teenager? Between the ages of 16 and 26, everyone experiences stress and depression. Don’t let these two defeat you! Don’t give up your expensive life for this cheap world! Just go ahead and take risks.
I’m sure you’ll be glad you didn’t give up when it all comes down to it!

I always asked myself, why am I so lazy? Why am I so stupid? Why do I cry so much?
Why? why ?why ?
The questions covered my head.
I am a teenage girl like you! I have no superiority over anyone. I would also like to feel happiness.
Happiness is actually a miraculous feeling that comes when we don’t expect it!
If you do what you like, happiness will develop in your heart!
Let’s be happy together!

can you see
Can you distinguish colors?
Can you speak?
Are you walking home late without someone’s help?
So you are on the threshold of the formula of happiness!
Let’s go inside. Do you agree?

My sister ~ my sister! Be happy BROTHERS! Remember me when you are happy!

I am happy!

Layla is the author of the book “Everyone has the right to be happy”.

The first stage is the stage

 The stage is a little bit more 

 The first stage of stage 

One and then I will have 

 The Last Stage in o my room

The next day and the next 

Morning the next morning 

 The next night we are in bed 

 The next night I am awake 

 Another night I have to go 

The only way owning my 

The World is if I’m not able

Akmalova Zebokhan Akobirkhan Kimyo International University in Tashkent Primary education 1st stage student Family 

(Central Asian woman with a white collared shirt and a black vest against a white wall)

Teacher (to my teacher Halimova Saltanat)

I am glad to have a teacher like you

I am lucky, my throne is mine,

I promised to be faithful

Dear Saltanat Domla.

My teachers are wise,

The most beautiful, kind

The whole world loves him

Dear teacher Saltanat!

Even the definition of the universe lol

You have a lot of words,

I am the best in the world

Immaculate teacher Saltanat.

He teaches beautiful lessons,

Students love it

He will catch you even if you fall

My supporter is Domla Saltanat.

He always encourages me,

Hey, you’re a scientist, Rayhon.

reach your goal

He believes that I will get a scholarship

like a loving mother

always supports me

Gentle, dear like my father

I’m glad to see him.

Sobirjonova Rayhona, a 9th-grade student of the 8th general secondary school in Vobkent district, Bukhara region. She was born in December 2008 in the village of Chorikalon, Vobkent district, in a family of intellectuals. Her parents supported her from a young age. She started writing in the 3rd grade. Her first creative poem was published in the newspaper “Vobkent Hayot”. She has also published extensively in Synchronized Chaos, India’s Namaste India Magazine, Gulkhan Magazine, Germany’s RavenCage Magazine and many other magazines and newspapers. She has actively participated in many competitions, placed highly and won many prizes. She is still busy creating.

A tree

You grow from the ground,
If you have fruit, you are prey.
Your head is always proud,
Proud of you as well.

You stayed in the winter, my dear,
But you see my house.
You in the autumn month,
Get rich in gold.

In the spring you bloomed,
You sent elegance.
Even in the summer you are dressed,
You've had your fill of green.


Ilhomova Mohichehra, 8th grade of the 9th general secondary school of Zarafshan city, Navoi region

Ilhomova Mohichehra Azimjon's daughter was born on August 22, 2010 in the city of Zarafshan, Navoi region. Member of the Republican "Creative Children" club. She is interested in writing poetry.She is interested in writing poetry. Author of many poems. Her poems are regularly published in Uzbek and English languages in prestigious magazines of Uzbekistan, Africa and Germany and she is the holder of many diplomas and certificates. In addition, she has won many international certificates. She participated in competitions and won various prizes.

Her poems were also performed on the radio station "Uzbekistan radio" in Uzbekistan. Her poems were published in "Raven Cage" magazine of Germany, "Kenya times" of Africa, and "Smile" magazine of Uzbekistan. Mohichehra's poems appeared on the Google network. Taking an active part in competitions organized by the "Creative Children" club throughout the year, she also received a 1st degree diploma and souvenirs. Her books "Buyuk orzular" and "Samo yulduzlari" are sold all over the world.

SUMMARY 

Time flies without looking back

Rushing like a man without passion 

Without combing his loose hair

He runs too fast

Taking a day of childhood 

I don’t know where it went?

Put it in a bag called life

Goes along the beach

I called again and again, but 

He didn’t even turn around. 

A big problem in the heart, 

He quickly got on a horse and ran away

Light’s eyes grew dim

Night fell in my hut

It didn’t leave my body

A time when my heart was crushed

From this day I learned the value of time,

Eyes wide open today, 

I used even the night

The knot that bound it was not resolved.

The end is invisible

Time is still running out

Mashhura Ahmadjonova was born on October 25, 1999 in Uychi district of Namangan region. The winner of the 2nd place in the regional stage of the “Most Active Reader” Republican competition. Member of the Indian organization “All India Council for Technical Skill Development”, the Argentinean organization “Juntos pol las letras”

TRUTH: PARTIAL AND IMPARTIAL 


Lies are our staple food.
We feel convulsions
When we occasionally turn to truth 
Those who encounter it 
End up in hospitals, 
Or on the pistoled pier,
If the dose of truth was higher.

Literature is the realm 
Of the partial truth 
Even history has no history 
Of telling the impartial
Unqualified truth does not let us sleep
Try the balm of poetry  
Where the wounds are too deep. 

Literature introduces us 
To the best parts of  humanity, 
And history to the worst 
Yet we love history 
Though it always acts like a wamp
Tempts us with its perilous glory 
Which bears the death's stamp.

Our silence can make stones speak, 
And  also shut whirling  tempests
Of verbal extravagance. 
History is the warbling noise 
Of the river of life 
In its glorious as well as meanest flow 
Poetry interprets and modifies the show.

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HOPE AND FAITH 



Hope sustains life 
And it is hope 
Which makes meat of a man,
Killing  him bit by bit 
Rather than despatching him off  once for all.

Hope is a path  kept open
While all the doors 
Are closed
Leading to despair
All around the earth and the firmament.

Hope tempts us into living
And keep on suffering 
The tantrums of fate
Believing 
All will be well one day.
 
Men who fail in their endeavours 
Turn to Hope 
To keep the masters 
In good humour thinking 
The mortals believe in their mercy.

Faith, rather than hope, is 
A positive asset for man 
Which does not leave things 
To the will of gods 
Rather put the responsibility on human action.

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THE ARTIST

(At a fancy eating joint in the Hotel La Matriciana opposite Operation House,  Rome)


Whatever you have, 
Body or mind
You have to exchange it
For food.

It is normal, 
And has nothing to shock
If the exchange 
Is willing and under no stress.

This exchange 
Loses its exalted status
When we oversell ourselves 
Because we have to survive.

Even if it is the centre of civilization 
The Republic Square of Rome
The Creators of Beauty 
Have to beg to run their home.

An artist, a singer, a poet 
Perform for the joy of creation
But they have a body too
And a mind to be kept in motion.

When poets or singers sing 
In the streets 
It is divine 
And sends us in a trance 

But when next moment, 
He advances towards you 
With a begging bowl,
All divinity takes wing.

It was half for joy of his calling 
And half for his stomach 
Yet what a performer!
I appreciate the singer !

But I pity the system 
Which has everything for the artless 
And nothing for the artist 
Whose work is so sublime.

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MAKING IT EASY


Easy chairs have been in vogue
Though these days
Ease has filtered out 
And now chairs keep you near standing
As they  resemble the  tables only .

The more ease we find
The greater is the torture
Inflicted on the wooden stuff
Just see how uneasily 
They are fixed to give peace to our flesh.

Some species of men  are found
Looking so easy in life
I can't help remembering those
Whose bones are fitted beneath
To give them an elevated state of  peace .

You cannot be easy unless you give  Comparable torture to some one
And all ease which 
Twists the bones of  another person 
Is indivine and unjust.

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THE SECOND FALL



Gods believe in subtle communication
They talk in silences
And gestures 
Words and speech are crude arts
In their parlance
Which ignorant people use
Or verbal aids for mentally retarded.

Birds, animals, even insects know
The subtle language of love 
Which gods understand 
And feel happy to bless them
Man is the only creature
Who has lost this subtle approach
Because of his selfish know-mongering. 

 
Essential knowledge to remain alive 
Is imparted to every object
That is why doves and lambs
Have not been forced 
Out of existence 
They know the basic art of survival
And nature's world is still aglow with life.

Only men, in their selfishness, gathered 
More knowledge than was required
To be alive with dignity
The result is before our eyes
See the fast fall of mankind alone
From essential graces 
The greatest loss being their innocence and joy .

Gods wonder what to do with 
Men with torn psyches who have 
Converted themselves into debris 
Impatient to overreach themselves.
How to bless this ignorant tribe ?
Who don't know when they abort a tree, they are cutting a descendant from the branch of life.

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ROME

Here, in my hotel room, there is absolute calm 
I am in a state of complete self possession.
Only some memories dance their way 
Into my mind.

Is man lonely any time? I think never. Life is reduced to memories and emotions and wherever we are, they follow us 

But I find time with myself. This place where I stay has started communicating with me.
Here are the three poems I have composed 
just now. 

A feeling of thankfulness to gods has overpowered me. And from this mental state, spring up these poems inwhich you will find me conversing not only with God but with  fellow human beings too.

FROM SILENCE TO DOCTORATE IN NOISE


The things He created 
Were in an Accord of Silence 
Spreading fom end to end.

It was the beginning of creation
And gods knew 
Things possess communicative powers

Birds, animals, insects 
Each one and then our waters 
And mounts  conversed in silence.

And there was no problem 
In understanding each other 
So plain was the language of silence.

Things took a 'loud' turn when men 
Appeared on the scene
Who took silence for half approval 

They decided to kill the trees
They were silent,
And men considered it half approval 

They wanted to imprison rivers into bottles
But rivers were in a trance 
Men considered half yes when they said no No 

Men prayed for more and more 
Gods remained silent.
Men took it as their half-approval

When they found nature grumbling 
And gods frowning 
Men decided to break the Accord of Silence 

From silent communication 
they came to words
And from words to blows 

From blows, to muscles, and then, 
Over to machine guns
Silence has now  received doctorate in noise.


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LIVING WITH GOD 


Someone told me keep remembering God 
Go on telling him 
You are doing these good things
And you have done this bad 

Soon I came to know
 God does not like to be kept busy 
All the time 
No fun engaging him in minor issues.

I realised this thing in a very 
Costly way.
Whatever I said, 
God often found fault with my words 

Finally every time I had to say sorry 
God never reverted to me
When I was busy 
Only I did it out of fear or to please him.

Now I let God do his work 
He knows I am here 
And I remember him.
And when in need,  he is here for me.

We do not talk now much 
I also do not tell people 
How much I love him
Or He loves me 

He is there in his grand presence 
And I am here in mine
Mini presence trying to partake 
Some sparkles of his splendour.


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JOURNEY OF JOY 

 

Is joy a personal domain?
Entirely individual property?
Something like food 
Which we own and eat
When we need?

No it is a protean im mass
Falling and rising each moment 
Does not stay in the same shape 
Nor in the same mind 
Can't trust it.

Every other person around you 
Related or unrelated
Can make his  participation
In the creation of 
This dynamic content 

I sometimes feel though we call it
My joy my pleasure, my happiness 
It is all an illusion.
It is supplied to you  
By people you operate with.

Any one can cause dents in your joy 
Turn it into grief 
And make you weep.
You are at the receiving end only 
When your joy turns grief 

How helpless I am! 
It is a matter of the heart !
Where is my heart?
Is it inside the vaults of my chest 
Oh..I see it like a ball running out 

And from there it returns carrying 
So much soil and waste matter 
Bruised too at  times 
And sometimes when kicked, 
Crying.

Joy which looks so much my own 
Rides  on my passions 
Knocks at several doors 
In search of a return feeling 
But often returns crestfallen.

Can I erect walls around it
So that it does jump out
Nor expect anything 
Nor feel lost
But just stay inside, content with itself?

Gods were unhappy to see me distraught 
They suggested another way.
If you love others, 
Without expecting returns
Nobody can divest you of your joy.