Moon Song Necklace I pinched metal between my thumb and forefinger, and yanked until my spine s l o p e d and my forehead pressed against the carpet and ached with the a r c h of my vertebrae. I hung myself and hung the necklace from myself. Leaving me dangling, until the etched metal etched a strict tan line into my collarbone. And protected what's left of me from the sun. The son that I heard had to be buried. I hung from her lips “like the Gardens of Babylon” Giving and taking The Moon. I tried to comfort me with the weight of a 13 and a skinned hand and some mountain range. on the chain whose clasp inches towards my heart slower and is turned Away. I pressed a song into my forehead, forefinger, and necklace. A song quieter now a song for The Moon.
Category Archives: CHAOS
Poetry from Mesfakus Salahin
Whore’s Row
– Take the body, the body?
– What is your name?
– Some say queen of the night, some say whore.
– Is it the name of a girl?
-What do you do with it? I do not sell my name; sell the body. You can look a little differently. There is a special offer today.
Buy for one hour free all night! Incredible offer!
– What are you saying!
– I sell at the price of time.
– I am not such a man
– One in all men. Men do not hate women. Police, doctors, lawyers, leaders, ministers, industrialists, rickshaw pullers, are equal in one place. Here Hindu, Muslim, Vaidya, Christian do not have different taste ? Here is the song of equality.
– It is not right to talk like this. Not everyone is the same.
– I’m wrong again, I’m a whore. Well, what is a whore’s penis?
– I don’t know.
-Ha ha, you couldn’t? I know, you can’t. The night a man spends with a woman is pure. Pure men! Women are corrupted.
– Can’t you do anything else?
– No.
– No, why? It looks like learning.
– Lack, I lack a lot . Lack of body folds. Lack of mother’s bosom Lack of father’s clothing. Education alone does not lead to employment. Money or Mama is must. I don’t have anything. I also want experience. However, I do not need experience in this work. Inexperienced people are more expensive here. Ha ha ha
– You talk too much.
– I talk too much but tell the unloved truth.
You sell talent and I sell youth. Both of them are sellers. Someone rapes the mind. Take the body, the body?
– Does not it shame you?
– No, I was raped by civilizations. Fear of dying again. give me money
– What money?
– of my time.
– How much money?
– Five thousand rupees is very much needed. – Why?
-For my drug addict husband and sick mother.
– Are you married?
– By no means.
– Addicted husband?
– Yes. He helps a lot even if he puts his hands on it sometimes. It’s just a sign board. But because he is there, the vultures cannot dissect me at night.
– Take five thousand rupees for your mother.
– You are very good. Where to do it? Should you go to the hotel or your flat?
– You go now. I am not a man, but a good man.
-Even if you turn me away, some man will embrace me.
Poetry from Azemina Krehic

ADJUSTMENT TO THE DARK Accustomed, we no longer stagger, And we don't hold our hands in front of us trying to feel the shapes. We are already walking confidently through the darkness, along the roads which seem to have always been ours, and on which we know each one crease, salience and direction. Darkness can now be touched. We grab it; darkness is a loose earth, humus and it rushes through our fingers Azemina Krehić was born on October 14, 1992 in Metković, Republic of Croatia. Winner of several international awards for poetry, including: Award of university professors in Trieste, 2019.,„Mak Dizdar“ award, 2020. Award of the Publishing Foundation of the Federation of Bosnia and Herzegovina, 2021. „Fra Martin Nedić“ Award, 2022. She is represented in several international anthologies of poetry.
Poetry from Gulsevar Xojamova

RAINBOW Rainbow over the sky He is the symbol of our peace. Seven different colors, seven species, Bring us happiness and luck. Rainbow, rainbow, A sign of spring. Give flight to birds, Bring us happiness and luck! To this great Motherland, Rainbows fit. Your sons, your daughters, The country is proud. Let's be good friends Let's appreciate the country. supporting each other Let's mature. Rainbow, rainbow A sign of spring. Give flight to birds, Bring us happiness! Gulsevar Khojamova Student of Andijan State Pedagogical Institute
Essay from Aituvova Khurshida

“Towards a bright future without corruption”
Abstract: Establishing a free and prosperous life in the society without corruption. Joint fight against corruption, formation of human consciousness and rights. Offenses related to corruption. Key words: corruption, money, state, society, law, law, offense, substance, Uzbekistan, people.
The fight against corruption remains one of the most urgent issues of today’s world. The fight against this disease covers many countries of the world. The Republic of Uzbekistan also contributes to the fight against corruption. Currently, a number of anti-corruption programs have been adopted in our republic, and extensive work is being carried out on them. Corruption arises from the attitude of ordinary people to high officials or state officials to each other. Any manifestation of this negative situation will inevitably bring the society to the brink of destruction.
It is known that today corruption has become an international problem and very serious attention is being paid to this issue. A lot of work is being done in this regard in our country. For example, the law “On Combating Corruption” was developed by our country and adopted by the Legislative Chamber on November 24, 2016. Approved by the Senate on December 13, 2016. Article 2 of this law states: “The anti-corruption legislation consists of this Law and other legislative documents. If the international agreement of the Republic of Uzbekistan stipulates different rules than those stipulated in the anti-corruption legislation, the rules of the international agreement shall be applied.
It should be emphasized again that I think it will be appropriate if we work together with our people, in solidarity, in harmony, to create a free and prosperous life in our country.
References:
1. “Law on Combating Corruption”.
2. https://lex.uz site.
3. https://uzmarkaz.uz
Aituvova Khurshida is a 3rd stage student of the Faculty of Philology of Gulistan State University.
Essay from Behruz Toshtemirov
Let’s be a generation worthy of our ancestors!!!
Bekhruz Toshtemirov Botyrovich
The Republic of Uzbekistan
Surkhandarya region,
Dzharkurgan district
student of the 2nd secondary school
Abstract: Every child living in this country should love books from childhood, learn the secrets of science, be aware of our past history, learn the knowledge left by our great ancestors, which are the reason for today’s medicine, know the generals who founded our great statehood , representatives of our spirituality and literature.
Key words: Literary critic, Patriot, there is no doubt that human qualities, cultural heritage, and the fruits of artistic thought have made a worthy contribution to the masterpieces of world literature.
“The sacred of our great ancestors
before his memory and courage
we have a head. “The one who knows his story wins.”
Shavkat Mirziyoyev,
President of the Republic of Uzbekistan
Our respected President always works for the benefit of our youth. Every day you live is full of joy and excitement. The created conditions are a wing for us, young people, to conquer the heights of knowledge. The works of such thinkers as Alisher Navoi, Zahiriddin Muhammad Babur, Abdullah Kadiri, Mahmudhoja Behbudi, Abdulhamid Cholpon, Munawar Kori, Abdullah Avloni, Ishaq Khan Tora, Ghulam Zafari, Abdurauf Fitrat are published. What’s the best gift for young book lovers? A person’s love for books since childhood. Otherwise, the secrets of science cannot be mastered.
Along with mastering the rare works handed down to us from our ancestors, we must expand our thinking and reach higher heights in science. We must earn their trust. A special love for national literature, like Alisher Navoi, who knows the value of the Motherland, like Zahiriddin Muhammad Babur, who creates immortal works, like Abdullah Kadiri, a strong playwright, like Mahmudhoja Behbudi, who has love for the Motherland, like Abdulhamid Cholpon, like Abdullah Avloni. , research work related to the education of the younger generation like Munavvarkori. Patriotic people like Abdurauf Fitrat, who always went towards the goal and made a great contribution to the future of the country, the selfless work of Ishaq Khan Torah, and the thirst for knowledge of Ghulam Zafari should become an example for our youth. Today’s youth of Uzbekistan should be worthy children of such great ancestors.
On the initiative of the head of our state, monuments to Alisher Navoi and Babur were erected, and names were given to the streets. Famous Uzbek veterans were awarded the Order of Merit for their work on the path of freedom, independence, dedication on the path of freedom, as well as their contribution to the creation of a “national system of education and upbringing.”
References:
1. Youth Agency.
Youth creative house. Class of 2022.
Poetry from Blue Chynoweth
Girlhood.
I’m told girlhood is
short and sweet,
Girlhood means I am
meant to be,
I want to be,
sugar, spice, and everything nice,
and that is
femininity?
Picked apart and put back together
in every wrong order.
I am a girl, I am
fragile like a bomb
that lingers in the back
of my throat, bittering my tongue
like Tanqueray,
a mind rubbed away like
carpet burn, I am
pores clogged with
the spit of a man
trying to sink into my skin
a little deeper.
I am silent
as I try so desperately to
catch each tear and
shove them back into
my eyelashes so maybe
they’ll grow.
But I am as dank as my
washed up eyes
as they tell me
“you are a woman now,”
and I fear that is worse,
because the wreckage of
our worlds
looks a little prettier
when we are young,
before we can understand that
beauty is pain, and pain is the
true divine feminine
that I hate so dearly.
So society kisses my cheeks
in my final throes, lips wet
with the shame it spilt all over me
for being something as disgusting
as a woman.