Think about it, there is a lot of news in the world.
If you look deeply, you will feel gratitude in your step,
With pure intentions, you will always be better than the good ones,
In fact, in this life, conscience is also a dear faith,
Dear people in new Uzbekistan!
It's full of possibilities, if you aspire, you'll find the right words.
Desires are formed, hands bow to the light,
The people will pray, the slaves who loved the Creator,
A caravan that has started on the path of truth, dear leader,
Dear people in new Uzbekistan!
I love my country, like a mother, like a brother,
I give my love, there is nothing in my heart,
I type, I write like a drum.
The time that praises and applauds its poet is dear,
Dear people in new Uzbekistan!
There is courage in their youth, fire in their hearts,
Old people have strength and courage,
Friendship, peace, justice are stable in my homeland,
A piece of land, water, air, sky dear,
Dear people in new Uzbekistan!
This country is a big homeland, the nation is different, the wedding is one,
All have one soul, one dream, one thought,
It is pride, it is honor, its victory, its melody is the same
This is the past of the country, dear science and culture,
Dear people in new Uzbekistan!
I feel your love like butterflies
I love you like a child and like mothers,
Like grains spread on black and white boards,
Dear every champion who bears his flag,
Pat every child's head, dear dear,
The opportunity given in new Uzbekistan dear,
Dear people in new Uzbekistan!
KASHKADARYA REGIONAL, 2022 year
3rd year student of UzJOKU, Kashkadarya region, Nigora Togayeva
During my years in college , I went to additional courses in mathematics and physics to enter the University and began to study and prepare . We had a lot of cattle at home , and besides , we were growing cucumbers and tomatoes in our three greenhouses, so I had almost no time to do my tasks at home, and I was doing my tasks in college . In the morning , we used to get up from dawn and first stretch cucumbers, and then we and my mother milked cows . Both my mother and I were very snoring in the morning . Then my mother went to the market to sell cucumbers , and I went to another market to sell milk yoghurts . In the morning I bought milk at the market and went to my aunt’s house near the college . I would eat breakfast there, throw the milk bottles in their house, and break into college .To be honest, I was not respected much in college and I spent my time only preparing lessons. Every day my brothers would go to play video games or play football and spend their time in this place. On one of the usual days, it was our group leader’s lesson, and I was always busy with tasks.
After some time, the noise of my group mates got louder, naturally our teacher got very angry and started cursing everyone. I didn’t know why I looked bad in his eyes, he began to scold me more. Although I was sitting quietly in class, our teacher began to scold me for being quiet. Rosa scolded her and finally said, get it together, these are your math and physics courses, you won’t be able to enter the university anyway. At that time, I wanted to beat my teacher to death, but I restrained myself. A long time passed, I graduated from college and applied to the university. The day of the exam was fixed and I went to the exam with my mother. The exam was as expected, but full of excitement. Now I started waiting for the exam results. And the expected days came, and I was on the list of those who entered the university, but the payment was based on a contract. People in my house were very happy and said that great victories are waiting for you.
After a long wait, I went to the university, where we were divided into groups, and soon I was chosen as the group captain. As my parents said, after that, I started to win one after another. I remember very well, it was winter days, but I saw the students in their usual uniforms and my head was very beautiful. On the same day, they took me and other talented students of the university to a meeting with the governor of the region. We were very happy and sat in the front rows. In the middle of the event, I was going out to drink water, and suddenly I saw my teacher who taught me in college, yes, of course, he was the same teacher who told me that you cannot enter the university. He was shocked and after a while he said what are you doing here. I proudly said that they brought the talented students of the university to the meeting with the mayor and that I was among them. But what my teacher said to me could not be said.
My country, don't be fooled by your beauty
The steps are on the path of the lovulas,
My eyes rejoice in the reflection of your gaze
Your name Uzbek is on my face.
Sometimes, I think in the quiet night,
Maybe life is what you miss
On the day I lived with sweet longing,
Your glorious history written in verses.
Yes, I praise your beauty
Again, I applaud your honor
I can't get enough of praising that garden of yours
The Motherland, which I cherish in the depths of my heart.
Maybe I won't write poems about you
I don't write books like great poets,
Maybe my ink pens are weak
But, in my heart, you are always the Motherland.
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Did my talking shut the Door?
And when I walk away
will you understand?
Our taste is shared until
the fear steals the
resonance.
And as the Door swings
I see you Reaching
Beyond the slam
Somehow it makes sense
to gently place my
Palm on the
Door &
feel what we
still share.
I AM feeling a mirror
of myself that is freely &
individually in Both of us
Something Wonderful !
I just think now,
It was the Wind
that caught the Door
for separated by Laminates
of grain & structure
Keeps each well at Heart
Nothing is Wasted .
Love is in the Free essence
Drawn, inspired & inspires
on any
with the Blessing that find
the quiet awakens the Hearts
often standing in
diversity.
"Bring the Good",
my Heart springs.
rest
I AM Well.
The Door that slams
Has no walls around its
Frame.
Infinite is in every
newness to prepare
comfortably, Freely,
in LOVE.
by John Edward Culp
Sunday morning
January 7, 2024
Awaiting Summer
Take me to Summer's show
Where the sea breeze blow
And sunshine glow
To where butterflies fly
Clouds swim in the sky
And no goodbye
A-Waiting Summer's fun
Summer's fun, fun, fun
A-Waiting Summer's fun
Summer is fun!
Come join and dance with me
Swing your hips with glee
No stinging bee
Summer heat that can't burn
Where snowflakes can turn
Hi! How ya durn?
A-Waiting Summer's fun
Summer's fun, fun, fun
A-Waiting Summer's fun
Summer is fun!
Awaiting Summer's fun
Spring's dragging its run
Winter's just gone
Come, let's dance as we wait
Have iced chocolate
Summer comes late
A-Waiting Summer's fun
Summer's fun, fun, fun
A-Waiting Summer's fun
Summer is fun!
Great Wind at My Back
May the Great Wind be at my back
Feet not hindered by petty setback
May Great Wind stir gently the pool
Like silken thread around the spool
Will the Great Wind send me back
To jungleland from Eden’s outback
How the Great Wind stir the pool
Tighten thread tensed in the spool
Give me wisdom what to pack
Strenght to carry my backpack
Let not past be just memories full
Of anger and grief make one fool
May Great Wind blow at my back
Feet pushed forward beyond track
May Great Wisdom push and pull
Weave silk threads from thick wool
May the Great Wind be at my back
Feet not hindered by petty setback
May Great Wind stir gently the pool
Like silken thread around the spool
Will the Great Wind send me back
To jungleland from Eden’s outback
How the Great Wind stir the pool
Tighten thread tensed in the spool
Give me wisdom what to pack
Strenght to carry my backpack
Let not past be just memories full
Of anger and grief make one fool
May Great Wind blow at my back
Feet pushed forward beyond track
May Great Wisdom push and pull
Weave silk threads from thick wool
Lilian Dipasupil Kunimasa was born January 14, 1965, in Manila, Philippines. She has worked as a retired language instructor, interpreter, caregiver, secretary, product promotion employee, and private therapeutic masseur. Her works have been published as poems and short story anthologies in several language translations for e-magazines, monthly magazines, and books; poems for cause anthologies in a Zimbabwean newspaper; a feature article in a Philippine newspaper; and had her works posted on different poetry web and blog sites. She has been writing poems since childhood but started on Facebook only in 2014. For her, poetry is life and life is poetry.
Lilian Kunimasa considers herself a student/teacher with the duty to learn, inspire, guide, and motivate others to contribute to changing what is seen as normal into a better world than when she steps into it. She has always considered life as an endless journey, searching for new goals, and challenges and how she can in small ways make a difference in every path she takes. She sees humanity as one family where each one must support the other and considers poets as a voice for truth in pursuit of equality and proper stewardship of nature despite the hindrances of distorted information and traditions.
Teacher of the Department of Foreign Languages of SHDPI
Annotation: In this article, the essence of «Navroz», a national and ancient holiday of the Turkic peoples, the time of its emergence and the processes of celebration, the sources written about it in the Middle Ages, and the events held in connection with the holiday, as well as Navroz in the years of independence. The researcher commented on the attention paid to the holiday.
Key words: New day, Turkic people, UNESCO, UN, national heritage, historical sources, ancient traditions, years of independence.
Spring is the flower of the seasons, the season of awakening. The whole being, mother nature, lives and renews itself. There is a living creature that can enjoy the birth of a new day. It is not for nothing that Turkic people also celebrate Navruz holiday, that is, the birth of a new day, in the spring season. The term «Navroz» is composed of two Persian words, «nav» – new, «roz» – day, meaning «new day». Navruz is the most popular and beautiful holiday of the Turkic people. According to historians, the history of this holiday is more than 3 thousand years. Navruz is mainly celebrated on the vernal equinox. Navruz is a symbol of the rebirth of nature, the season of renewal and living. On this day, the ancient traditions and national traditions of our people, which have acquired a new color, are revived. Navruz holiday is celebrated in our country as a symbol of prosperity, peace, harmony, international harmony and tolerance, a real eastern holiday that awakens goodness in our hearts. During the years of independence, Navruz was recognized as a national holiday. In 2009, Navruz holiday was included in the list of intangible cultural heritage of humanity by UNESCO. In 2010, the UN General Assembly announced March 21 as the International Navruz Day and called on all countries to widely promote this ancient holiday in the world.
Navruz is one of the oldest holidays in history. According to historical sources, Navruz is a traditional holiday whose history goes back thousands of years. March 21 is the equinox day. On this day, several people of the Northern Hemisphere celebrate Navruz as a holiday. Among them are the Turks, Turkmen, Tajiks, Uzbeks, Kyrgyz, Karakalpaks, Kazakhs, Tatars, Georgians, Persians, Kurds, Azerbaijanis, Afghans and Albanians in the Motherland and the Balkans.
Navruz folk songs such as «Navroz», «Sumalak», «Boychechak», «Binafsha», «Muborakabad» are popular in Uzbekistan today. Navroz tunes are now sung at local national and even international concerts. -songs are available. In addition, the Afghan song «Mulla Mamajon» is very popular and is sung in Mazar-e-Sharif, Iran, and Tajikistan. Navruz is also celebrated in Uzbekistan as one of the national holidays. March 21 has been declared a holiday.
I'm tired mom
Although my face is smiling, my eyes are not smiling
For some reason, I'm a little tired, mom
My patience is running out
How long will you be patient mother?
I'm really tired of being patient
Mother's heart ached a little
I have some friends
What a funny mother
I shouldn't laugh now
Mother with a heart turned to stone
Your happy girl is now
Mother can't be happy at all
Toshtemirova Dildora Hakim qizi .
Born in Uzbekistan in 2008.
