IN THE WORLD OF PEOPLE
In the world of people uncomfortable and cold,
The sun warms the hearts less and less.
And kindness, like a ounce of gold,
Tightly hidden in stone of the face.
Oh, these are bystanders looks!
The lion overtakes the running doe.
The hawk torments with a cruel tremor
The partridge in the grass, just look!
Ostrich sweeps in the feathers of contempt:
-Croaks someone as if below?!
And straining patience crocodile
Sharpens its tooth with green bile.
In the world of people all borders are marked.
So as not to pass on the scent of a stranger.
If the hyena passes unnoticed,
There is no way back to her alive.
There are green pastures on the planet,
Chubby hunger entry is prohibited.
There are no homes for homeless people
Even at the cemetery…
Fatty man knows no wealth account.
In the wild savanna instincts howling,
Mother-antelope was killed.
Lioness takes care of a cub,
Hunger in herself drowning.
Nigar Nurulla Khalilova is a poet, novelist, and translator from Azerbaijan, currently in the Kingdom of
Saudi Arabia. Member of Azerbaijan Writers Union.
Graduated from Azerbaijan Medical university. Holds a Ph.D Degree.
The moment when the sky pours its pain on the earth. Raindrops fall in buckets. If there was a happy person who is grateful for his/her life, he/ she would have already danced under this pleasant rain. Then, he would even smile with satisfaction, looking at his wet dress. But not everyone is happy with the sensational visit of the rain, especially a woman who was standing at the old roadside station with a child in her arms. She was always worried about her child, she didn’t even show that she was thinking about herself. She had been sitting here for an hour and was thinking about today’s difficult day.
The city was still asleep when the bus reached the city center in the early morning. This young woman, who brought her child to the hospital, searched for a hospital on the outskirts of the city for a long time. Three or four months after the birth of her son, the child was diagnosed with an illness. Even if her son is 9 years old now, he could not walk. During these nine years, there was no hospital that the woman did not go to, no doctor that did not try to treat the baby.
All the doctors gave hope and said that he would be recovered. The woman was strong enough not to give up hope, even if she did not see any changes in her son after long treatments. When she heard about a new doctor through an acquaintance who lives in another region, she left without thinking. The wages she was saving for his son came back to him. When she reached the hospital, the city have already woke up. But people wait in line for weeks, sometimes even months for this professor. Of course, the woman did not know this. She did not know what to do.
Now, when she went to the hospital yard, the woman on duty ran after her and said that a patient had called a while ago to say that they can’t come because of some reasons. The nurse gave the woman their turn. The woman was so happy that she thanked again and again. They had to wait in the yard until noon, but the woman was grateful for that. She sat down with her son on one of the beautiful seats in the yard. She whispered songs to her son and caressed him with kisses. At that moment, she saw a couple sitting on a seat a little further away, and her heart ached. The memories of the past came back to her scratching her tongue. Her childhood that playing and laughing at school, her sweet dreams, her unusual plans after graduation, her mother’s friend’s son who was chosen bride for her and her beautiful life after the wedding, her happiness at the birth of her son, and her little baby’s illness.
The pains that she heard, one after another passed before her eyes. Finally, the memories stopped in front of the emotionless, cold face of her husband. This face is very familiar to her. She knows him better than she knows her own name. Because he was a father who tried to treat his son more or less when he heard about his illness, but when it didn’t work, he left his son and had another family without shame! After the past events, the woman used to face this image twenty or thirty times a day, pouring out all her pain, anger and hatred. Even now, she was angry, her heart hurt so much that tears came out of her eyes. And she talked with her husband in her imaginations: ” You have acted unscrupulously and unwillingly. You did not feel sorry for your son. How did your heart get used to leaving me alone in these difficult ways? Oh, you didn’t have a heart, did you?! What kind of father have you become… You have no conscience!” At that moment, it was their turn and her anger was instantly crushed like dust on the dirt road where a heavy truck had passed by. All his pains went away again.
This time, as always, the professor examined her son for a long time. Then he gave a very beautiful hope and confidence. He followed by saying that she would prepare some documents and then she would have to stay for a week for treatment. The woman prepared all the documents and various analyzes of her son while running from here to there in a city she did not know well. It’s late. She rushed into the hospital. The nurse on duty accepted the documents and said calmly that they would start the treatment from Monday.
Only then, the woman’s mind was struck by the question of how they would get home at such a late hour. If it was possible to stay in the hospital now, she was ready to stay. But it is not possible. Impossible. When the woman reached the station with a heavy bag on one shoulder and her nine-year-old disabled son in her hand, the bus had already left and there were no taxis. It’s a 5-hour drive from the city till her home. She couldn’t afford to hire a car. So the woman realized that she had to find a place to stay. She even knocked on several gates. They did not regret it. Then the rain started and the woman took refuge at this station. Now, while sitting at the station, she asked a true way and help from the God! God never left him alone. He always showed a good path to this strong and kind-hearted mother. He used it now!
A young couple passed by here, having a nice conversation under an umbrella. After walking for a while, they saw the woman and came back to her. When they found out about the mother’s condition, they were very sorry. The young man took the mother’s son, and the girl took her luggage and led the woman behind them. After walking for five or ten minutes, they knocked on a small gate. An old woman opened the door. She opened it and immediately invited them to go in after seeing the guests. When she saw that they were crushed in the rain, she ran in all directions.
This old woman was still the grandmother of the young couple. The young man, who was orphaned by his parents, grew up with his grandmother. She got married recently. They are such open-minded and good people that they immediately became dear to the woman and her son. A beautiful table was prepared for the guests. They had a sincere conversation. Hearing the woman’s worries, the old grandmother prayed to God for healing for the boy. Hearing that the woman would return home the next day, the grandmother stubbornly persuaded her to stay here. While the woman was lying on the bad while watching the rain from the window in the warm house, she kept thanking the Allah.
“All people in this world should be friends and dear to each other. Because we are all created by the same God. We all had the same beginning and the same destination. There is no stranger in this life! There are many good people! In many worlds. She showed me another one that I created today. Thank you”- the woman thought. Her son had already fell asleep. Mother looked at his curled eyelashes and said: “Be such this young man in the future, my dear son, people will be happy because of you!” Let those who are in dire straits hope. Get strength. Because of you, let people believe that there are many good people in the world. Let them strive to be good like you! Be good even if there are no good people around you! Love Allah! May God loves you too!”
Wild Child
I was six months old when my father was sent to Vietnam. We left Oklahoma, where my father had been stationed in the army, and moved back to Nebraska, where my parents had grown up. My aunt stayed with us while my uncle was serving in the National Guard. My brother found his photo, crumpled it up, and threw it in the garbage can. “This is my daddy’s house,” he said. “This is not your house, Aunt Judy.” I used to wake up early and screech from my crib. My mother kept sleeping while my aunt got up and comforted me. Soon I was pulling myself up over the wall of my crib, dropping to the floor, and crawling around the house. I was my mother’s wild child.
Father, Stranger
I learned how to whistle, then talk, while my father was in Vietnam—wading through rice paddies and trekking through jungle, carrying a heavy pack and cooking his C rations with rice and bullion, surviving after his chopper crashed in a hot zone and losing his best friend in an early morning ambush. I didn’t recognize him when he came home. My brother sat in the front seat of the car chatting away. I sat in the backseat silent. Eventually I crawled over the backrest and sat between my brother and father. I kept my head down the whole time.
Digging to China
When my father left the army, we moved to Nebraska where he earned his Master of Business Administration. My brother and I dug a hole in the backyard. I said I was digging to China, inspired by my grandfather who flew cargo over the Himalayas—the hump—from India to China during World War II. My mother snapped a photo of us with mud all over—from face to toe—and my father kept it on his desk when he became a businessman.
You Don’t Own the Street
We played baseball on a dead end street across from our house and we used a rock in Mr. Dellapoli’s yard as first base. Once, he came out and yelled at us. I was a little kid but I wasn’t afraid. I put my hands on my hips and shot back, “M. Dellapoli, you don’t own the street!”
Karol Nielsen is the author of the memoirs Walking A&P and Black Elephants and three poetry chapbooks. Her first memoir was shortlisted for the William Saroyan International Prize for Writing. Her full-length poetry collection was a finalist for the Colorado Prize for Poetry. Her poem “This New Manhattan” was a finalist for the Ruth Stone Poetry Prize.
YOU'RE MY SECRET!
In my words you come every moment
They all bear your name of my breath
Do stop when I don't take your name
When you're annoyed to be honest
Whenever it happens I am with you
Know not why I care for you so much
I find you and I do accept your entity
But just can't stay away from yours
You're so close for you're my secret
Honestly I exist for your good self only
I can't think of staying away from you.
MEMORIES OF YOUR TORMENT!
After crossing the road of our love
We met leaving far behind everything
How about walking to the no man's land
Hardly do we know eachother though
I feel as if I 've got my soulmate in you
Days go by ; nights don't seem to glide
Memories of yours do torment me a lot
The world has reduced me to this state
Sitting and clutching my wounded past
Cause you're so close to me , you know
But I think you're out of my reach now .
NOTHING IN MY HAND!
I wish your presence when I am awake
Always in my dreams if I shut my eyes
I've recorded my world in your name
For the first time in my life you came
My eyes were wet while laughing
Nothing in my hand ; me empty & lonely
Your entity you know essential to me
My palm lines aren't perfect though
It is clear you've accepted me as I am
There was loneliness in my heart and
In your presence I feel heavenly bliss .
I BELONG TO YOU!
The pain and anguish won't be lost
But I 'll be yours all the days ahead
I 've scattered myself around you
Love has bloomed in your fragrance
I accept it whatever be consequences
I belong to you and I do live in yours
I care not if the world stands against
Call me faithless and I won't mind ever
I see my heaven burnt ere even built
Now where 'll this affliction of love reside
I crave for you no matter what you're .
Biography of the AuthorDr. Prasana Kumar Dalai (DOB 07/06/1973) is a passionate Indian Author-cum-poet while a tremendous lecturer of English by profession in the Ganjam district of Odisha. He is an accomplished source of inspiration for young generation of India .His free verse on Romantic and melancholic poems appreciated by everyone. He belongs to a small typical village, Nandiagada of Ganjam District, in the state of Odisha.
After schooling he studied intermediate and Graduated In Kabisurjya Baladev vigyan Mahavidyalaya then earned a MA in English from Berhampur University PhD in language and literature and a D.litt from Colombian Poetic House in South America. He promotes his specific writings around the world literature and trades with multiple stems that are related to current issues based on his observation and experiences that needs urgent attention. He is an award winning writer who has achieved various laurels from the circle of writers worldwide.
His free verse poems not only inspires young readers but also the ready of current time. His poetic goal right now inspiring others, some of which are appreciated by laurels of India and across the world. Many of his poems been translated in different Indian languages and got global appreciation. Lots of well wishes for his upcoming writings and success in future.
He is an award winning poet author of many best seller books. Recently he is awarded Rabindra nath Tagore and Gujarat Sahitya Academy for the year 2022 from Motivational Strips. A gold medal from world union of poets France & winner Of Rahim Karims world literary prize 2023.The government of Odisha Higher Education Department appointed him as a president to Governing body of Padmashree Dr Ghanashyam Mishra Sanskrit Degree College, Kabisurjyanagar. Winner of "HYPERPOEM" GUNIESS WORLD RECORD 2023. Recently he was awarded from SABDA literary Festival at Assam.
Boot
As soon as I opened the window, the drops of the pouring rain hit my face, wafting the smell of rain-soaked soil. I fell in love with the rain with my tiny heart, my dreams led to Niagara. In front of our door, under a large rainbow-colored umbrella, my father sat and worked without looking up. Passers-by would one by one go in that direction, show their shoes, and throw something as if they were teaching a lesson. The big box under the foot was quite full. It seems that today
will be a busy day.
At that moment, my mother’s words: «Be still, my girl, your
breakfast is ready, don’t be late for school» could be heard from the kitchen. When I was getting ready and going to school, I witnessed my father’s good mood:
- I’m going to school, don’t be tired
- «Study well my child» - he said.
Dawn was gradually giving way to day. When I returned from school upset, my father, who was still working without raising his head in front of our house, saw me and asked: «What happened?» - he looked worriedly.
It’s hard to say that the water got through your boots again, my feet are frozen, bring me a new one?! My father was deep in thought, sighed and said: «Don’t be sad, my girl, I will take you for new shoes» and left his work , went with me towards the market.
When I saw a brand new pair of boots that had just arrived in the store, soft and white inside, I wanted to buy them. My father said «OK» and went to bargain with the merchant.
After a long argument, I immediately put the boots on my feet. When we were walking down the street, my father said: «walk on the side of the road, my girl, it’s drier.» I happily told my father:» No, let’s walk in the street with my new boots for a while under the rain». My father would not be able to say «no» again.
Sometimes I would jump into the puddles and watch the water splash. On my way home after walking around the bazaar for exactly two hours, I entered the house after my father and praised my mother for my boots. My mother, who did not say a word, smiled and hung my father’s socks next to the oven to dry.
When I went and looked, my father, whose feet were soaked in water, turned pale and shriveled, had started mending his boots, which he had not mended twice. With tears in my eyes, I was hugging my father tightly and crying, my father hugged me and smiled calmly and said: «Study well my girl.»
Nosirova Gavhar was born on August 16, 2000 in the city of Shahrisabz, Kashkadarya region of Uzbekistan. Today, she is a third-year student of the Faculty of Philology of the Samarkand State University of Uzbekistan. Being a lover of literature, she is engaged in writing stories and poems. Her creative works have been published in Uzbek and English. In addition, she is a member of «All India Council for Development of Technical Skills», «Juntos por las letras» of Argentina, «2DSA Global Community». Winner of the «Korabl znaniy» and «Talenty Rossii» contests, holder of the international C1 level in the Russian language, Global Education ambassador of Wisdom University and global coordinator of the Iqra Foundation in Uzbekistan. «Magic pen holders» talented young group of Uzbekistan, «Kayva Kishor», «Friendship of people», «Raven Cage», «The Daily Global Nation», Argentina;s «Multi Art-6», Kenya’s «Serenity: A compilation of art and literature by women» contains creative works in the magazine and anthology of poets and writers.
Always have confidence before you start anything, confidence plays an important role in the first place. You should always believe in the great success that follows your faith. Trust is the first priority in communication with people. No one will look at a person who has lost faith! Friends Lovers And of course, first of all, there should be trust between partners. What should we understand when we say trust?
For example
Trust is a big mountain, it stands strong for years, but if there is a strong earthquake once, it is also easy, so try not to lose your faith. When will a person realize that he is a person, of course, when everyone trusts him!
First of all, protect your trust, I believe in you! You will definitely do it all
Act as if failure is impossible!
This is a test for you, you have the strength to continue! I believe! And of course I love you ♡
A Well Organized and Thoughtful Work Has Been Written by Jacques Fleury
Publisher, Author House
2023
By Jacques Fleury
Jacques Fleury’s book is a fine read, and will be inspiring and informative for many readers. The book is about the author’s journey of self discovery and acceptance, spanning an entire life still being lived. Students of many disciplines will gain from reading it including but not limited to sociology, philosophy, psychology, religion and spirituality, and social justice.
The structure of the book is well done with headings that are interesting and informative quotes from other authors. Fleury is a careful and considerate writer who has put much thought into his project. The reader is in soucient, capable hands.
I see the author through this work not only as a survivor, but a thriver. From Haitian Christian school that was difficult, and then emigrating to North American soil, the author addresses issues, but does not become cynical or jaded in his journeys. Obviously well read plus practiced at writing, he expresses his thoughts on everything from diet and physical health, to education and spirituality. He is on a journey of self discovery as a human and as a writer.
Among particularly interesting aspects of the book are the parts on modern mental health pharmacology. Without demonizing the industry, the writer has the talent to articulate the idea that people encountering that industry via its adjacent industry of therapy might want to proceed with caution, and self advocacy are the words of the day. This is a timely and important message in the current climate of so many pills to solve so many problems.
Another topic covered well is the idea of masculinity and what it is versus what it is thought to be. It seems the author is able to identify what historically is the case for masculine behaviour and when not wholly accepting it still accept himself. This is courageous and an educational, thought provoking and an empowering aspect of the book.
‘We must follow the energy that awakens the fire of the heart, and greet life with gusto and optimism, not sorrow and pessimism’ page 150. This is a great quote in the Fleury book that encapsulates the message of the book. In these troubled times of economic strife for many, homelessness, environmental decay, wars, continued racism and classism and other harmful isms, the book does not lose faith in people but strengthens the idea and hopefully reality that each person can through some awareness and self advocacy, create a better life.
You Are Enough: The Journey to Accepting Your Authentic Self, is a thoughtful, well crafted and well rounded work of introspection and positively that we should all take the time to read.
Jacques Fleury is a Boston Globe featured Haitian-American Poet, Educator, Author of four books and literary arts student at Harvard University online. His latest publication “You Are Enough: The Journey to Accepting Your Authentic Self” & other titles are available at all Boston Public Libraries, the University of Massachusetts Healey Library, University of Wyoming, Askews and Holts Library Services in the United Kingdom, The Harvard Book Store, The Grolier Poetry Bookshop, amazon etc… He has been published in prestigious publications such as Muddy River Poetry Review, the Cornell University Press anthology Class Lives: Stories from Our Economic Divide, Boston Area Small Press and Poetry Scene among others…Visit him at http://www.authorsden.com/jacquesfleury.
