Costa Rica’s Biosphere
In Costa Rica’s heart
where mountains rise,
A tapestry of green
before our eyes.
Biosphere’s embrace,
a sanctuary deep;
Where nature’s
secrets gently sleep.
Through verdant canopies,
The sunlight streams;
On orchids bright,
And life’s vibrant gleams.
The howler monkeys call,
A primal sound;
As jaguar’s stalk,
On silent paws around.
A dedicate balance,
Life’s intricate art;
A precious treasure,
Held within the heart.
Thief
“Theft is not good for the body”, Proverb
The morning light illuminated the edge of the yard, and Ravshan aka, as always, headed for the barn. Carrying a bundle of hay in his hand, he entered the roof. But… he couldn’t believe his eyes: the yellow cow was gone!
“Maybe it got loose and wandered around the yard,” he consoled himself. But no matter how much he searched, he couldn’t find it. It was as if there was no trace, it had disappeared.
“Jamila!” he called out anxiously. “Who tied the cattle yesterday?”
Jamila answered in a low voice:
“Lutfulla dad, I tied them. But… there’s no cow?”
At that moment, Rustam Baba appeared at the door of the yard. His face was worried, and his eyes were filled with sadness.
“Did you hear that?!” A thief has appeared in the village!
— Oh no! — said Lutfulla. — They stole Akmal’s five chickens!
— Astagfirullah! — said Ravshan aka with a heavy sigh. Could it be that our cow has also fallen into the hands of thieves! They say that thieves are masters of their craft…
Lutfulla looked at the ground and whispered:
— Dad, not even a fly can enter our yard! How can a thief get in? After all, an ox’s jawbone is hung above the tandoor. If a person enters, he will immediately be thrown into the eye…
— Now is not the time for this! — said Ravshan aka, getting angry. The cow that trusted me with my secrets will not come back!
— More stings, hot peppers, eye thorns… — Jamila glared sharply at Lutfulla again. — These protect the yard from misfortunes. Our grandmothers have repeatedly warned us. Oh, don’t interfere in something you don’t understand.
— Ravshan aka, who locked the gate yesterday? — Jamila asked again.
Then Robiya slowly approached:
— Excuse me… I forgot. When I woke up in the morning, the gate was open. I couldn’t say that my brothers had gone out for a run with their friends…
Rustam Baba, he started talking again.
— Someone stole your cow. But don’t rush: someone has been watching your house for a long time, someone did it… They say, “It’s easy to catch a thief from the field, but it’s hard to catch a thief from home.”
Then she turned to Jamila:
— Jamila, hurry up and go to the police station. Only someone who knows would have done this.The morning had not yet dawned, the night was still hanging over the earth, and it was drifting over the village like heavy thoughts. Jamila Yanga, with the anxiety that was tearing at her heart, set off for Sister Zulfiya’s yard. The gentle breeze on the street caressed her face, intensifying the wind of anger in her heart. Sister Zulfiya’s yard was already full of people, everyone was filling their patience cup with their own problems. Jamila Yanga waited. Her legs were shaking, her heart was pounding. Finally, the door opened with a “clack”…
— Ola stole your cattle… your own relative, — said the policeman, breaking the silence that reigned in the yard. — He has been watching you for a month. The day your gate was left open, he accomplished his intention. Now he will sell the cattle to someone who came from Karachay at the Wednesday market. If you don’t believe me, go with your husband and see for yourself. Now, leave your vows and leave.
Jamila Yanga’s heart sank, and the blood drained from her face. She went out into the street and whispered in a daze:
— Really? My own liver, the one I support… How many people have we troubled for this cow… What if her father hears this?
— No, no… — she said to herself. — It’s not for nothing that they say, “A person who steals a needle or loses a cow from someone is suspected”…
The next morning, Ravshan aka and his son Lutfulla set off for the cattle market. They both scattered in two directions and began to look for the cattle.
— Dad, what if what the polvin said turns out to be true?
— Never mind, my son. If it’s true, this will be the day when the earth will crack and we will be buried. We can’t walk with our heads held high.
In a far corner of the market, Ravshan aka saw a young man holding a cow tightly next to someone who had come from Karacha. He approached cautiously. His instincts were right — it was Jamila Yanga’s nephew.
— This cow is mine. I’m sorry, it’s not for sale. Get out of here quickly! — Ravshan aka said, swallowing his anger.
Lutfulla ran over when he saw his father leading the cattle.
— Dad! Did you find the thief?
— Yes, I did.
— Then show me?
— It’s better that you don’t know you, my son…
— Dad, how many people have we bothered…
— What can I say now? Should I say that my wife’s nephew was stolen? Let the closed pot remain closed.
— Dad, he will be caught one day anyway. Even if you hide it, he will steal again. There is no use in hiding it!
Ravshan aka looked at his son with love. Suffering and the heavy burdens accumulated over the years were visible in his eyes.
— You are still young, my son. One day, you will understand what I have done, — he said, frowning.
When they returned home, Shukr Baba had already arrived, sipping tea. He seemed to have noticed everything.
— But your goods were found in the market. Who stole them? You had half the village investigated. You took up people’s time. You shamelessly suspected even young men who were strangers and came from abroad… Tell me, who was the thief?
Ravshan aka averted his eyes and answered with difficulty:
— I am very tired, Shukr Baba…
— Understandable, so my suspicions were correct. That’s it, be healthy. From now on, don’t forget the gate lock. After all, they say, “The copper of a copper pot will come out, and the smell of the one who closes it will come out.” Everything will be exposed one day anyway.
And Lutfulla, with a broken heart, apologized to all his fellow villagers…
…Six months passed.
While someone was untying the rope of a black ox in the dark courtyard of Zarif aka, who lived in the village of Kiyokli, the owner’s son Azamat caught him and handed him over to the police. This was the same man – Jamila Yanga’s nephew. He swallowed hard and confessed to all the thefts he had committed.
— This is probably what it means when a thief steals and sets off on a journey, and in the end he gets caught…
That day, Shukr Baba said this at a neighborhood meeting:— Ravshanjon kept the secret for six months, but the truth was still revealed. Ravshan deceived so many people. However, the thief was his brother-in-law’s son. Because always be careful of the person who enters and exits your house… It’s not for nothing that they say, “Hold on to yourself, don’t hold your neighbor a thief” _ Shukr Baba…
Abdisattorova Khurshida Suvon qizi was born on November 9, 1997, in the village of Olmazor, Chirakchi district, Kashkadarya region. She is currently a third-year student of Sports Journalism at the University of Journalism and Mass Communications.
Her articles have been published in the newspapers Hurriyat and Vaziyat, as well as on the websites Olamsport and Ishonch. She is also a participant of the international scientific-practical conference titled “Future Scientist – 2025.”
The Room
The room hums softly
with the sound of kids playing in the snow
a wooden table embedded with marks from countless dinners
the sound of silverware echoes in the silence
My brother, with his elbows propped up
grins wide,
immersed in the YouTube video playing on his phone
He barely pays attention to his plate
despite the piles of rice in his bowl
He sloppily stuffs his face with a single spoon
Dad sits across from him,
calm but stern
His eyes scan the room, watching over the dinner table
He slowly sips the barley tea
as he briefly touches my brother’s arm
when he laughs too loud
He slowly raises his set of chopsticks and spoon
carefully placing the banchan on top of his rice
As Things Pass
A leaf skates across the sidewalk,
Caught in a swirl of wind
It lands with a sigh
On the edge of a curb, unnoticed
A constant flow of people move beneath skyscrapers
A woman in a red coat pauses at the end of the street,
Her scarf fluttering in the wind
She clutches a small paper bag
(maybe lunch or a gift) tightly in one hand
She jaywalks against the crowd of cars
Like a true new yorker
Nearby, a man sits on the curb
Shoes untied, a cigarette dangles from his lips
As he exhales
The smoke slowly makes its way into the air
Across the street, a bike messenger cuts through the crowd
His tires spraying water from the recent rain
A pigeon pecks at an old napkin
Its head bobbing in sync with the others
The air smells thick
Of hairspray, shampoo, or something chemical
A row of mirrors stretches down the wall,
Each face with different emotions
A woman grinning, thrilled with her new haircut
While a young man forced a smile, his eyes cast down
Feels Different These Days
The North Pole feels colder these days
The stars seem dimmer, and the snow less pure.
Even the elves, once bustling in cheer
sit in silence, unsure of their purpose
Once, the children believed…
their letters fulfilled wishes and dreams,
that Father Christmas would soar across the night sky
with Rudolph’s red nose, and his other reindeer friends
that their snowmen would start talking
But now, the world is different.
Children no longer sit by the windows,
staying up all night for a glimpse of his sleigh
Now, they sit in silence,
heads bent low, eyes fixed on screens.
Katie Hong is a high school student based in Seoul, South Korea, whose love for poetry is surpassed only by her passion for baking and spending time with her puppy, Loki. With a gift for words and a keen eye for detail, Katie weaves intricate tapestries of emotion and imagery in her poetry, inviting readers to embark on self-discovery and introspection. When she’s not immersed in the world of poetry, Katie can be found in the kitchen, experimenting with flavors and textures to create delicious treats that delight the senses. With a zest for life and a boundless imagination, Katie is committed to sharing her voice with the world and making a meaningful impact through her writing.
Deep in My Drawer
We changed.
I outgrew my blunt bob.
You live in the future.
But like steam fading from a mirror.
Good! I miss you!
More desperately than the beast with his glassed rose,
I thought if I stayed still enough—
Friendship is not a photograph
You didn’t hug me when I cried alone in my dorm, homesick
But we laughed half-asleep on the bed under a looming sun
My fullest, realest moments
You didn’t flinch.
A vintage Chanel worth more than anything still sealed in its box.
Because what’s worn is also what’s survived.
I type about writing
I have good handwriting
But it depends on the situation
When I have to write fast
When I’m too lazy
When I don’t have any energy to spend
I scribble
When I feel like being pretty
When it has to be presentable
When I show it to others
When it has to be aesthetically pleasing
I write every stroke with great care and love
My handwriting can be bad or good
But it’s never terrific
It can be
Only if I spend a lot a lot of time and effort
Until my neck
Shoulder
Back
Fingers hurt and ache
Is it worth?
Sometimes I do it
But should I always do it?
Until the terrific handwriting becomes my norm and usual
But can it be?
I enjoy writing pretty
Not just because of others reaction
Though I don’t remember the last time I was being terrific
Alexis Lee is a high school student and emerging poet who finds inspiration in fleeting moments, music, and the quiet details of daily life. Her work explores themes of memory, transformation, and human connection. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading contemporary poetry, listening to indie music, and exploring local bookstores.
tell the truth
drink enough whiskey
and those bleary eyes
will tell the truth
you always wanted
to grow up and be
coltrane but were
never man enough
for the needle
get lost in the rhythm
of the long lost suicidal
dance of cursed lovers
the mirror tells you
all you need to know
alone is your destiny
you know it, just don’t
want to believe it
tough shit boy
genes at the bottom
of the pool don’t get
to be great
you get to clean toilets
pick the vegetables
or bury the dead
don’t worry, you’ll
never have the money
for anything you will
want
————————————————–
mischief
i lurk in the shadows
peek out the front
window to see what
mischief is happening
across the street
youth really is wasted
on the young
another bottle of vodka
for the floor
these are the nights
where you dream
about a bathtub
full of blood
depravity never hit
like this in your 20’s
start taking care of
the dying and watch
all your friends fall
out of love and get
divorced and you’ll
quickly understand
the underside of
a coin
if someone dares
to marry me
they will stumble
upon these poems
and realize anyone
can make a fucking
mistake
———————————————————
dana
you are the first one
in years to make me
feel like there is a
reason to wade
through all this
shit for yet another
day
i count the days
until we can finally
meet
fall in love again
do everything we
wanted for the first
time
set the world on fire
and go live our truth
of course,
being the old man
i don’t have as long
to live as you surely
hope
the beauty of the
urgency of now
—————————————————–
linger
sometimes the pages
will bleed
pain so visceral
that the stains
linger until they
envelop your
soul
religion left you
naked and alone
yet you still had
to pull yourself
up with no
bootstraps
te amo
we were destined
for failure
but never shied
away from giving
a middle finger
to the world
burn the bridges
never look back
nostalgia is only
there to hold you
in place
dare to be
uncomfortable
and embrace
the pain
——————————————————–
the digital void
faceless lovers in
the digital void
my love rests
in these arms
for the final
time
must reboot to
see all the good
stuff
who wants ice
cream
who wants to
see a dead body
let’s go dancing
with a train
i once slept in
a graveyard
hoping to hear
the dead
i believe they
have an app
for that now
insulated and
safe from pain
i guess life has
fucking passed
me by
it was bound
to happen
J.J. Campbell (1976 – ?) is currently trapped in suburbia, plotting his escape. He has been widely published over the years, most recently at The Rye Whiskey Review, Disturb the Universe Magazine, Misfit Magazine, The Beatnik Cowboy and Yellow Mama. His new book, to live your dreams, might be unleashed upon the world soon. You can find him most days betting on soccer and baseball. He still has a blog, but rarely has the time to write anything in it. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com)
Genghis Khan and Amir Temur, who shook China: two paths of history
There are many people in the pages of history who shook the world with their power. But among them there are two names – Genghis Khan and Amir Temur. Both of their lives were spent in campaigns, conquests and the creation of great empires. However, one left a legacy of destruction, the other of creation.
Genghis Khan, the skillful commander of the Mongol state, was actually Temujin. He was born in the Delun Boldak region on the banks of the Onon River between 1155 and 1167. According to legend, he was born with a blood clot in his palm, and the soothsayers predicted: “This child will shed a lot of blood in the future.” He was only 12 years old when his father, Yasugai Bakhodir, died. After his father’s death, the tribes that had submitted to him dispersed, and young Temujin was forced to spend his days fishing on the Onon River with his mother.
In his youth, Temujin, who was briefly captured by one of the Chinese khans, managed to escape and swore revenge on the Chinese. He subdued China’s fiercest enemies and recruited them into his army. After that, the Chinese people trembled with fear when they heard the name Genghis Khan, and even made sacrifices, saying, “Buddha is punishing us with Genghis Khan.”
By 1205, Temujin had become the most powerful ruler in Mongolia. In 1206, a congress was held in the upper Onon River, where he was given the title “Genghis Khan.” The city of Karakorum was chosen as the capital of the state. In the following years, the northern part of Mongolia in 1207, the Yenisei River basin in 1207–1208, and China in 1211–1215 fell into the hands of Genghis Khan.
He was a tall, thin-bearded man who would tuck his beard behind his ears when he was angry. He ate whatever his soldiers ate and fought alongside them. For this reason, he earned great respect and admiration in his army. But he was also extremely cruel: he destroyed mosques, forced monks to become horse herders, burned books, and put those who resisted to the sword. He took beautiful girls as his concubines or wives, and his first wife, Burda Khotun, was his loyal advisor. His soldiers buried many innocent people alive and slaughtered those who rebelled.
He spent most of his life in wars, conquering vast territories, but did not build a single minaret or mosque, and burned and destroyed cities. According to the Russian writer M. Ivanin, at the beginning of his reign, Genghis Khan had about 13 thousand huts and families, but by the end of his life he had subdued 720 peoples speaking different languages and practicing different religions.
In 1224, Genghis Khan divided his state among his four sons – Joji, Chigatai, Oktoi and Tuli. In 1227, during a campaign against the Tangut state of Xi Xia in Northern China, he fell seriously ill and died. He was buried at the foot of Mount Burkhan Khaldun, but his grave still remains a mystery.
A few centuries later, the great Amir Temur appeared on the stage of history. He also conquered vast territories, like Genghis Khan. But the goal of his campaigns was different: to rebuild the destroyed lands, develop science and art, and restore trade routes. While Genghis Khan’s campaigns left behind dusty ruins, Amir Temur’s campaigns left behind blue-domed madrasas, mosques, caravanserais, and gardens. Therefore, in the memory of the people, Temur remained a creator, and Genghis Khan remained a destroyer. History shows that power and empire are temporary, but the legacy left behind them is eternal: one is remembered with fear and violence, the other with creativity and enlightenment.
Abdisattorova Khurshida was born on November 9, 1997 in a village of Alarok district, Kashkadarya region. She’s a 3rd year student in the University of Journalism and Communications. Currently, her articles are published in the newspapers ANSISLISSISSIZ, HONOR IF “SISTRICTS AND, HIGHSSIZI’, and History _ 2025.
Engaging young learners in English:
Age-appropriate methods and materials
Annotation:
This article explores effective strategies as well as age-appropriate materials for engaging young learners in English. It highlights have storytelling, creative activities and emotional encouragement can build confidence and interest in English at early ages. This paper also gives some information about the benefits of songs and playful routines improving communication skills in learning a second language.
Key words:
age-appropriate methodologies, play-based methods, learning strategies, activities, English language teaching.
Introduction
It is obvious that it can be both interesting and difficult to teach English to young children. Cause you know that almost every child do not want to pay more attention to learn something for a long time. Especially when it comes to learning English through ordinary learning methods like memorizing and repeating new vocabulary words. This seems chaotic to children and they want to stop.
But at the time, there are plenty of new teaching methods like playing games in English or watching English cartoons instead of only repeating new vocabulary words again and again. That is the reason why this article is based on learning the English language in the young learner’s academic life. Moreover, this paper will analyze the effect of games in English and show the mastery of learning English without any difficulty.
Methods:
The role of games :
Playing games in English can be an effective tool for developing children’s speech and improving their pronunciation. First of all, this method helps them not to feel bored. As a result, they can train in English for hours with huge interest.
Using from modern technologies in learning language :
It is clear that modern technologies are becoming popular among the population , especially in the life of young ages . These kind of multimedia tools are really essential for capturing the attention for young learners. Short videos and interactive games always attract them and so if we use from them in the right way , for example , in teaching , it gives us lots of benefits and we can achieve success in teaching English to beginners. Cause you know that it seems more interesting for young children to learn the second language through media than ordinary methods.
Conclusion
Games-based learning is one of the most effective ways to teach English to young learners.
Furthermore, by encouraging motivation, enhancing vocabulary acquisition, improving speaking skills, and leading to greater educational success in general, games offer a dynamic, fun, and creative alternative to traditional methods of teaching.
The databases can be integrated into educators’ curriculum with the assistance of these approaches that will facilitate the improvement of language in the academic life of young children.
References:
1. Cameron, L. (2001). Teaching Languages to Young Learners. Cambridge University Press.
2. Brewster, J., Ellis, G., & Girard, D. (2002). The Primary English Teacher’s Guide. Penguin English.
3. “The Benefits of Using Games in Language Teaching.” British Council
Future linguist | Article writer
Debate Speaker
Dilshoda Jurayeva, born on January 30,2008 in Jondor, Bukhara region of Uzbekistan, is a diligent language learner.
She began her academic journey at school No. 25 and this year she graduated from the school with good grades. During her school years she achieved to Cefr with English and national certifications in Mother Tongue and History. Then, she was accepted to the faculty of philology and teaching languages of Bukhara State University with the maximum score – 189.
She is an active member of the Ibrat debate project. Besides that, she has participated in various online/offline projects like SwapUp and Yk as a participant in her school years.