Our family is our support and inspiration

  Our family people in life we can trust and rely on. Family is very essential part of our life. It doesn’t matter if you have a small or a big family, as a long as you have one. A family serves as the first school to the child where one learns about various things. All the good habits and manners one has incorporated are from their family only. I feel very lucky to be born in a family which has made me a better person. In my opinion our family is very essential part of our being. Family is essential as they help in our growth. They develop us into becoming a complete person with an individual identity. Family is a blessing not everyone is fortunate enough to have. However those who do sometimes do not value this blessing. Some people spend time away from the family in order to become independent.

    My family has been always by my side in ups and downs. They have taught me how to be a better person. I really respect and love them. I thank them because they always support me and they are an integral part of my life.

  NARZULLOYEVA MUNISA BAKHROMOVNA was born on August 13,2006 in Sariasia district Surkhandarya region. She is studying at secondary school. Her articles were published in republican newspapers and they will published in international collections.

       My mother

You are the meaning of my Life

You are the joy of my world

He opened his arms and said, My daughter

You are the opener. 

Worried every second

Growing up

When I was sick

Be my propeller. 

Sowing the seeds of hope

Shining like the sun

Spreading the smell of heaven

Take your prayers. 

If you are upset

Not noticeable to us

I am the only one in the world

My dearest mother without you. 

I, Ruzmetova Zuhra Vyacheslavovna, was born on November 30, 2006 in the City of Urgench, Khorezm region. Now I am the 11th grade of School in Urgench city no. 14, Khorezm region. I write poetry stories. My poems have been published in “Kenya times” and “Classico opine” of the state of Kenya. American Amazon Collection, my poems were published and I was awarded a 1-level medal. It was also published in the popular German magazine “Raven Cage Zine”. Many international journals have published my creative work. I am a recipient of the double wing poet and writer’s Association’s badge, “For İnternational Services”. More Than 100 regional Republican international competitions are organized. I have a lot of future dreams and goals. 

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We are children together
  Gifts from & to
    Each receiving
      within & through

We are children together
  Lifts my feet
    Intuition, Premonition
    Lots of Stuff 

       I claim disgust,
         doubts & failed
               my own
                   Trust.

I blame myself 
   & find You in
        my mirror.

  Focus draws shame
    from the seeds of
   Doubt sewn
nearest my trusted desire.

Blame myself &
   Lost my picture of
                        You
Alone I find reflection 
     in experience 
& I can stop tilting
         the scales.

It is what it was
   as the present
       slides into
           the Future.

Don't tell me
 I'll find out soon enough!





by  John Edward Culp
       Saturday morning
       December 16, 2023

The Harbinger of Beauty

Today in the evening I saw a baby
Resting its head on the shoulder of its mom.
The little one was gazing with its enchanting eyes
That was unusually attractive, marvelous and nice.
The soft glow of roses was reflecting through its face.
No sign of weariness, anxiety or pain
Could anybody find in that ever beauty creature’s eyes.
I gazed and gazed and found enormous joy
The purity and innocence that the baby had shown.
It captured my feelings and soothed my soul.
This sweet lovely baby, looked heavenly flower to me,
Whose soul is still in touch of the Lord.

The innocent little soul had seen not yet
Poverty, injustice, cruelty and fake.
The treacherous people are following him or walking ahead.
This poor little beauty does not even know
What deprivation, corruption, injustice and hate
Is waiting for this innocent infant.
Alas! this poor soul has not yet guessed
Or imagined the action the silent killers have
In the name of justice power and pelf.
How treacherous, heinous and cruel are they
Who advocate for equality but practice not they!

But dear little baby still we hope
Your arrival on the earth will bring a change.
This world will see righteousness, equality and justice again,
People will have the opportunity to speak, opportunity to work
In the environment where they will enjoy the rights -
Right of speaking, right to smile, right to choose their leader they wish
Who will lead them to the real golden age
Where the sun of freedom will shine again,
They will see there not suppression, corruption, violation of rules
Not application of illegal power or deprivation at all.

(Manzar Alam from Bangladesh)

Last Call

A step taken by little boys and girls,
It was fun every time that passed,
But today the eyes are dripping wet,
It went like a breeze, far from what we expected.
Hold on for a while Last call.

A wish in the language of these eyes,
Even a special sky shines,
Dew wipes the face of a flower,
It went like a breeze, far from what we expected.
Hold on for a while Last call.

How many statements have not yet been made,
Fall has passed, winter is long for you,
Now we’re leaving broken hearts
It went like a breeze, far from what we expected.
Hold on for a while Last call.

They can never be your friends like a sister

If you tell me a secret, they will buy it.
Sometimes they throw slanderous stones at you,
When you see your actions,
They can never be your friend like a sister.

Sometimes you fight and frown
Then you sit down and take heart,
Others will listen to your pain.
They can never be your friend like a sister.

There is no mercy for you,
Sometimes you laugh when you remember the words he used to say,
If he goes too far, he’ll kill himself.
They can never be your friend like a sister.

Don’t fight sometimes – sometimes,
Love shines in every glance,
God bless you,
They can never be your friend like a sister.

A person who excels in sports!

Sports that keep us upright,
Takes to the heights,
Set a record in every field
Athletes win always!

Gyms are waiting for us,
It only requires worked,
A chance for a boy or girls
The doors are opened!

A person who excels in sports,
In training full of energy,
Get up early every day
Runs, eats healthy!

Sports-health guarantee,
Make the words a slogan,
To do sports
Consider it a glory for the nation!

Farkhodova Nodira Ulugbek’s daughter was born on November 14, in 2008 Shafirkon district of Bukhara region. She is the student of 8 th grade of 38th Specialized State General Education School of the Shafirkon district public education department. She is a young amateur who is interested in writing poetry. There are more than 30 poems in total. “A person who excels in sports”, “My Motherland”, “My mother language is my pride and joy” and many other poems were published in newspapers and magazines.In addition, he took pride of place in several contests.