Essay from David Kokoette

Maternal leanings and acquaintances in a way instills a sense of importance and value on a person. Paternity gives one an identity regardless of anything, your father’s name covers you. Foundations have over the centuries of civilization proven to be an addition to success and societal value to a person. Their name instills a sense of pride and sometimes even shame and disgrace on the lineage and their identity as a person. When a person is valued and loved, it is always evident in their demeanor and outlook. A mother’s love is always unconditional hence the Nigerian pidgin parlance “monkey no fine, but him mama like em”. Mother’s tend to love their children regardless of whatever, the very connection of umbilical cord outweighs any other yardstick the society might place on individuals with regards to success and failure. Sometimes, female children suffer a deprivation if that feminine presence is not present in their life and this causes them to exhibit strange behaviors which are most times seen as anomalies. Research has shown that a daughter’s intelligence is the direct replica of the mother, she contributes almost all percentage in terms of brain power as well as emotional intelligence so that her status in the society places a shade on not just the daughter, but also on the whole family. 

The experience that comes with interacting with people have taught me a lot of things concerning daughters and the aura they exhibit in their environment . Teens and early adults are the perfect examples, at that stage, one’s hormones are raging, some direct it into something productive while some outrightly exhibit stubbornness and hard headedness. Intelligent mothers are a fortification of some sort, an umbrella to protect and cover. It is often said that if your mother loves you, then by extension the world loves you and anything that is otherwise to that love could provoke a negative image on the son or daughter. The complexities of human nature is somewhat unexplainable, but as mammals , the nature of our specie have caused us to be protective and guard our offspring. Sometimes, mother’s might loose every sense of sanity and their emotions might become overwhelming because of an offspring, this is applicable to animals as well. 

Let’s discuss how an unintelligent mother, not in the sense of formal education, but in the sense of maternal deprivation, an absence of a feminine figure can affect the life of an offspring: 

Offsprings are often connected to their mother, it is deeply believed that the umbilical cord connects the offspring and it’s mother in ways that nature never would, if the mother doesn’t eat, the offspring doesn’t eat as well, so it’s dependence rests on its mother. When the offspring is finally disconnected from it’s mother (birth), it’s connection with the mother become the very fabric of existence so that it is always drawn to its carrier. The absence of that carrier in their life after the disconnection could spark a sort of rebellion.

Conclusion 

Intelligent mothers complement their offspring in almost in an impeccable way, a professor who sees beyond just the offspring but also its potential tend to improve its life span and thereby reduce its mortality rate. It is in the hands of the carrier to improve its offspring. 

Poetry from Reema Hamza

The Morning Knows Me by My Eyes

Whenever longing spurs dawn’s steps,

Night mirrors my sorrow—

A window and a moon,

As I scatter the ages of my face—

Seasons of waiting

Between the shores of questions and the sea of wonder. 

My heart ebbs like an hourglass,

No map traversing the branches of ancients,

Nor a melody attending the seasons—

Until you rose twice upon me:

Once in the lineage of my dreams,

And again in the secret of my kohl,

Until my life became a hymn to itself. 

To write of you,

I must ask the flamenco to lend me a dance,

One that erases all the wars of absence.

I must borrow my dress from the paper butterflies,

And between rain and music, inscribe the exile of my soul. 

The thrill of magic whispers my name;

Roses wash in my breath.

You are the heritage of love and poetry,

Every time they stone the windows of the future,

And you are the covenant of sparrows.

I break the sea’s siege,

And improvise the sky. 

My moments, silver anklets,

wrap around the legs of longing,

awaiting a promise.

And my fragrance, a forgotten winter on your coat,

awaits an embrace. 

And beauty asks me,

How did it defy the claims of withering?

and rebel against time’s decrees? 

I answer:

My beauty arranges itself upon your gaze.

My beauty is the path that plucked your name to join with mine.

Since they laid claim to the eyes of wagers,

my memory of triumph has faded,

But the horses of your love refuse to depart,

They never tire of my leaps or my start,

Nor do they weary of my eager neigh.

Reema Hamza is a Syrian poet.

Poetry from Ananya Guha

Dancing Peacocks

Dancing peacocks

colour in disarray

disheveled feathers

stare at the eye

I want to venture

into this electrifying dance

and it’s rapturous languor

won’t you tell me the secret

of this earthly dance 

your ruffled feathers?

dancing peacocks 

I want to fade into oblivion 

like your dance 

and the way you enliven

the music in and around

dancing peacocks

dance the way you want

I can’t build skyscrapers around you

only your body shall tell

how you dance in languorous ways

to

kill 

my 

stupefaction

And in these hills the peacocks dance

And in these hills the peacocks prance

All in the midst of oblivion

The peacocks the peacocks 

Cover mists in my eyes

Ananya S Guha

Essay from Ismatova Dilnura

In today’s rapidly changing world one of the most pressing topics is the great importance of books in developing children’s thinking. We can say that by reading books, children are finding solutions to the world’s most complex problems,  thereby contributing to the development and future of our countries. 

Today, the only thing that leads children to perfection and success is the book.  In my opinion,  every child has read a book at least once in their life. For example,  a piece of work,  a novel, a drama, or simple literature  from a book.  By this, I mean that books primary invite children to reading and literacy. Furthermore, through reading books  children  are enhancing their  mental intellect  and critical thinking in serious areas.  That is to say, easy solutions to the economic, social,  and spiritual-culture  problems of our countries are being found with the help of books. Another aspect is that the gems of Uzbek literature teach children the roots of our  history; the reason is that  it shows how humanitarian,  brave, and most importantly, patient the Uzbek people are.

Based on this, I want to say that to build the future,  one must look back at history; as a result,  history will pave your way to success,  drawing from it is own hardships.  This opinion of mine is, on the contrary like a battle on an reflected stage. Because in the war, thousands of our grandfather fought putting their lives in the line, and if necessary,  sacrificing them. Do you think they did not have fathers, mothers, spouses, or children waiting for them anxiously at home? Of course they did! But they possessed pride, honor, and a sense of responsibility. I can say with confidence that these books will help children take steps toward a great future. Furthermore,  children learn how difficult life can be  and how to respond to it appropriately.  In my  view,  reading books can be useful not only for children but also for adults.  For instance,  Yu Hua’ s famous work ” To Live” helps to further increase the patience and resilience of our women today. In my perspective,  this book reflects the hardships of an entire family,  and even the suffering of a woman who lost all her children and her ability to endure these difficulties. I believe that this story can serve as an example for our women. 

In final conclusion, a book is not just an object that leads people to perfection, but rather a guide that shows them the way.  It is known that for many children, a book is a source of knowledge and one of the most enjoyable activities 

My name is  Ismatova Dilnura.  I was born on October 11, 2010, in Shahrisabz district of Qashqadaryo region, Uzbekistan. Moreover, in order to expand my worldwide and mental capacity, I have been learning various languages and reading books.  In addition, thanks to my knowledge of foreign languages, I have been participating as a volunteer in my events, festivals, and large pavilions. And also, currently, I am continuously developing myself and further increasing my knowledge in order to realize my many dreams. 

Poetry from Berdinazarova Jasmina Mirshod qizi

Dadam-suyanch togʻim

Dadam, siz mening suyanch togʻimsiz,

Sokin-nigohingiz butun borligʻimsiz.

Yiqilsam ham sezdirmay katta qilgansiz,

Ogʻir dardimno oʻzingiz olgansiz.

Qoʻllaringiz charchoqni bilmas goʻyo,

Biz uchun yashaysiz har kun, har doim.

Bir ogʻiz soʻzingiz-kuch, ishonch va najot,

Siz bilan yuragimda soʻnmaydi hayot.

Bolaligimda yelkangizda koʻtargansiz,

Katta bulsam ham, qalbingizda asragansiz.

Bir qarashingiz-ming soʻzdan ortiq,

Siz bor-dunyom yorugʻ, yoʻllarim ochiq.

Dada, sizsiz tasavvur qilolmayman oʻzimni,

Sizdan oʻrgandim sabrni, toʻgʻri soʻzni.

Men uchun siz-nafaqat ota, balki dunyoyimsiz,

Dada siz-mening faxrim, suyanchim, yagona togʻimsiz.

Dad is my rock

Dad, you are my rock,

Your calm gaze is my whole being.

Even if I fall,

you have raised me without me noticing,

You have taken my heavy pain on yourself.

It seems that your hands do not know fatigue,

You live for us every day, always.

One word from you is strength, trust and salvation,

With you, life does not fade in my heart.

You carried me on your shoulders when I was a child,

Even if I grow up, you have kept me in your heart.

One look from you is more than a thousand words,

You are my world, my paths are open.

Dad, I cannot imagine myself without you,

From you I learned patience, the right word.

For me, you are not only a father, but also my world,

Dad, you are my pride, my support, my only rock.

Berdinazarova Jasmina Mirshod qizi was born on July 28, 2007 in the Pastdargam district of the Samarkand region. She is currently a 1st-year student of the Department of Philology and Language Teaching: Uzbek language at the Samarkand campus of Oriental University. Her article “The main ideas and theoretical principles of the Montessori methodology” and the poem “Dadam-suyanch togim” were published in the creative anthology “Ilm nuri”. She was a guest on the “Assalom Samarkand” program, which will be broadcast on the Samarkand TV channel in 2026. Her dream for the future is to interest young people in literature and achieve great success.

Poetry from Hassan Musa Dakasku

A REAL FRIEND DOESN’T JUST SAY 

“I GOT YOU”.

THEY PROVE IT.

THEY DON’T IGNORE WHAT HURTS YOU, THEY STAND WITH YOU THROUGH IT.

FRIENDSHIP IS NOT JUST VIBES AND LAUGHTER…,

IT’S LOYALTY, EFFORT, AND SHOWING UP WHEN IT MATTERS.

THAT’S NOT JUST FRIENDSHIP, THAT’S REAL ONE.

Hassan Musa Dakasku is a Nigerian writer, a passionate advocate for youth well-being, a microbiologist, and a performance poet. He is an author whose work is rooted in vulnerability and personal expression, and he maintains a personal blog where he shares his insights and creative pieces. 

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