The hardest day
I was young then. The sky was full of stars, the yard was full of dust, the water was flowing from the ponds, it was as if the darkness of the sky was disturbing me. I was in sweet sleep; at one point, a sad, quiet sound was heard from under my ear. When I slowly opened my eyes, my mother was standing in front of me, pale as if she was afraid of something. It was already late. Outside, the dogs were barking and the wind was blowing.
My mother said in a sad voice: my daughter is not feeling well, my blood pressure is rising for some reason. I ignored my mother's words and continued to sleep. Even then, my poor mother would not wake me up, saying that she is tired, let my daughter sleep. When I wake up in the morning, our yard is dirty. Before, when I woke up, my mother would prepare breakfast and greet me with a sweet smile.
And I didn't ask anyone where my mother was, and I wasn't even interested. I wonder why I did that. If those times were to come back again, I would not smile even a step from my mother's side. Later I found out that my mother was in the hospital. Once I found out that my mother was in the hospital; I didn't hear from mom saying how are you? One day when we were sitting with my brothers, eadam came; They said, "Go, I will take you to your mother." We were very upset by what my father said. Even though my mother was in the hospital, my father became a mother instead of my mother.
They didn't say they were missing my mother and we went to the hospital. My mother was sleeping. There were many medicines on my mother's table. I started to get scared seeing these and said mother in a low voice. Then my mother opened her eyes and started stroking my head. "Mom, go, let's go home," I said, crying. At that moment, my mother closed her eyes and took her hands from my head. Then the doctors came and begged us to come out, and I said to my father; I asked if my mother would not return home.
My dad; They read that your mother will definitely come home and my daughter will cook sweet food for you. In my life, I thought that my mother will not come home anymore, she will not cook us sweet food, and every day I asked God to heal my mother. Even if I stood or walked, my mother would not leave my mind. The world seems dark to my eyes. Even my mother entered and exited my dreams.
One day when I came home from school, there were too many people in our house. I was scared to see them. It was as if my heart stopped, and when I ran into the house, my mother was in front of me; they said happy birthday my daughter. I couldn't believe my eyes. I was very happy to see my mother. Then I forgot that it was my birthday. After that day, I did not want to take a single step in front of my mother. These events were the hardest day of my life. I was very afraid of losing my mother. Mother means the closest friend, the best confidant. So let's protect our mothers. We should give them more love than before. Our mothers are our heaven.
Boronova Sevinch was born on November 4, 2006 in Dehkanabad district of Kashkadarya region. Currently, she is a student of the 1st stage of the Academic Lyceum of Karshi State University.
Sin
There was a singer named Tarashanker,
He wanted to treat singer as a 1st number.
One day a man came to him to compete against him,
The man was such a good singer Tarashanker seem.
To defeat the man,
Tarashanker hit upon a plan.
There was a jharbati where the man sit,
To untite the jharbati a man was fix.
By untiting Tarashanker killed the man,
Tarashanker said the people he stopped the accident as long as he can.
The man's wife wanted to God the justice,
The man's son's start singing practice.
God has came to the earth as a stranger,
God has become the man's son's singing teacher.
God made the boy a good singer,
The boy went to Tarashanker and raise his finger.
Tarashanker wanted to the boy removal,
The boy through a singing proposal.
But there was a deal,
He who can defeat ,will give poison and kill.
Tarashanker listened the boy,
Listening the boy, he lost his joy.
Now the cruel man again did that as he did with the man,
But God (stranger) unsuccessful all his plan.
The boy became winner,
He gave the poison to the sinner.
God gave them justice,
By understanding God's justice they pray and practice.
Robiul Awal Esa is a 1st year student of Diploma in Nursing Science & Midwifery Course in Government Nursing Institue, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.
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Soothes
the
LOVE of Experience
Lifts from the start
Continuity is Always Beginning
I See Something Good
& there was good
Nothing Wasted My LOVE
♡ Well along I see ♡
Continuity always Beginning
Soothed my presence LOVE
Gifts await the Star
in the sky
☆
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by John Edward Culp
April 24, 2023
My Glorious Flag
In the blue color of Turkisness,
In the red of Independence,
In the green of religion Islam,
It is combined in three colors!
Your moon and star is beautiful.
It's a call to the universe,
Peace, justice, reconciliation,
In three colors that are together !
It's look gorgeous as world It dazzles the eyes,
Makes the beholder jealous
There is a magic in three colors!
You are holy, our oath,
You are always on high peak,
Is waving at the border
Our Flag in its three colors!
it is rising ,
At the rostrum of the Supreme Council
İt presents the statement, says the word,
Azerbaijan in its three colors!
He turned to longing in the heart that is far from the eyes!...
Longing is a superhuman power that keeps people alive by believing in the tiniest sparks! @e.c.]LONGİNG
You are in front of my eyes in my vision,
My eyelash hangs from my eyelid,
I'm so afraid to blink,
Your image will disappear from my heart garden.
What a trouble this world of love is!
Not everyone could stand it,
The Hell can't erase the luck given by God,
Segah, Rast rises from my soul room!
I built a world in my singing roots,
I made a thousand patterns for my eternal love,
I kept talking about failed love, his image is seeking from my growing longing
The color of love is not clear,
It turns black after while!
Desire awakens in my longing heart,
Beloved comes from my youth.
DARKNESS
Those who do not work for a deed,
Your voice is coming from the swamp!
Those who do not get used to the light like a bat,
Come out of the darkness into the light!
From the dawn, sun and moon,
Do not be afraid of light, brightness,
Mind, hard work, skill, but also conscience,
Brings everyone out of the darkness!
May your wish come true,
So that your pure deed will be heard
So that your spirit and convictions remain pure,
Get out of the basement, out of the dark!
People have lost their way,
There is a barrier to the truth, times have changed,
He's playing with a lie, don't give up
Disgrace be gone, from the darkness!
What comes will go from the mortal world,
Get out of ignorance, old-fashioned,
Live so, leave so that from life,
Don't let the moaning sound come from the darkness!
Short creative biography
Elmaya Jabbarova was born in Azerbaijan. She is poet, writer, reciter, translator.
Her poems were published in the regional newspapers «Shargin sesi», «Ziya»,
«Hekari», literary collections «Turan», «Karabakh is Azerbaijan!», «Zafar»,
«Buta», foreign Anthologies «Silk Road Arabian Nights», «Nano poem for Africa», «Juntos por las Letras 1;2», «Kafiye.net» in Turkey, in the African's CAJ magazine, Bangladesh's Red Times magazine, «Prodigy Published» magazine. She
performed her poems live on Bangladesh Uddan TV, at the II Spain Book Fair 1ra Feria Virtual del Libro Panama, Bolivia, Uruguay, France, Portugal, USA.
This month’s submissions explore when to persevere towards your dreams and when it’s smarter to let go and surrender into the flow of life and the universe around you. When to grasp and catch, and when and how to gracefully release expectations.
Emerging Uzbek educator and writer Qurbonova Gulsanam highlights the need to focus on your goals to achieve your dreams. Sherova Orzigul Alisher relates her excitement over the recent development and hopeful future of Uzbekistan while Iroda Bakhronova outlines her personal efforts to build up her country.
Aziza Mamayusupovna Kosimova revels in the power of imagination and poetry to lift us beyond our ordinary lives into heroism. Davron Yu and Zarina Abdulina offer up praise for their personal heroes, mothers and teachers. Munnavar Boltayeva reflects on how her mother’s love can carry her through hard times, past and present.
Mekhriniso Ergashova expresses her determination to work hard towards success, while Gulsevar Xojamova speaks of her resolve to treat her Uzbek motherland with respect. Farangiz Safarova contributes a short essay on the need to move past and not be defined by one’s mistakes.
Mamatkasimova Sitora shares her story of pride in overcoming obstacles to gain her education.
Sandro Piedrahita offers up a tale of a falsely accused priest who finds vindication at long last. Jeff Rasley’s excerpt from Bringing Progress to Paradise relates how a dangerous avalanche kicks off a story of international friendship.
Stephen Williams creates a train voyage as a metaphor for a society heading the wrong way, with a hero who stops in the tracks to let people disembark.
Jim Meirose’s surreal story illustrates a somewhat-hero who survives a fall by drinking, partying, and not taking life too seriously.
Guzal Sunnatova’s poem presents joy resurfacing after trauma. While she finds that possible relatively soon, some traumas take longer to process.
Taylor Dibbert‘s poetic speaker grieves the loss of his beloved dog. Erkin Vohidov speaks to his homesickness for his native land of Uzbekistan.
Mykyta Ryzhykh renders up a surreal synthesis of the desolation and many losses of wartime while Ahmad Al-Khatat depicts the slow inner death of losing one’s home and memories as a refugee.
Mesfakus Salahin offers a romanticized ode to unrequited love among the desert stones of the Sahara. J.J. Campbell probes midlife loss and the desire to pass away on his own terms. Azemina Krehic recollects the tragedy of a misunderstood quest for simple personal freedom.
Emina Delilovic-Kevric explores loneliness through a dream scene revealing the strange companions the mind can find when it wanders alone. Lindsey White develops the gradual buildup of tension in a family, physical and emotional, during a dinner table scene. Teya Cooksey – Voytenko crates a scene where childhood joy and freedom is interrupted by the memory of adult tension.
Jaylan Salah revisits the 2015 film Sicario and looks at how the main character seeks and struggles to maintain her moral footing when faced with chaos and hard choices.
Dan Cuddy’s poetry speaks to how war catches ordinary people up in evil, how the tides of history pass and leave ordinary life in their wake.
Other contributors encourage caution and grace in our vast world, finding peace along the journey rather than seizing the day.
Jake Cosmos Aller explores the impact of our loss of our concept of God and the transcendent. Tuyet Van Do shares her concerns over humans’ going too far and messing with nature beyond our capacity to understand it.
Z.I. Mahmud’s examination of Macbeth’s character arc urges caution over our pursuit of our “vaulting ambition” at the expense of morality and humanity.
Robert Fleming sends in an abstract mashup of images and questions and words, probing how much we can ever really understand about our world. The strangely angled images of power plants and the questions superimposed over the Alexa device suggest thoughts similar to Van Do’s.
Christopher Bernard reviews Cal Performances’ recent production of Michel van der Aa’s opera Blank Out, which questions the power of our memories in light of great past tragedy.
Kang Byeong Chen speaks to the gentle power of nature, patience and perseverance, working with the rhythm of nature and not fighting it. Graciela Noemi Villaverde remembers in a crisis to stop and consider life’s natural beauty and let the waves of intense emotion pass over her. Maja Milojkovic reflects on ways she lost and found her true self through searching, contemplation and prayer. Elmaya Jabbarova describes ecstatic communion with the divine, her source of being and inspiration.
Robiul Awal Esa relates a tale of how life catches up to a petty person and shows him the error of his ways, giving him a chance to make amends.
David Woodward seeks and finds the transcendent in ordinary life at all scales and sizes, a lesson he learns during shelter-in-place. Alan Catlin’s lists and fragments of ideas add up to a kind of meaning, subtle yet deep.
Kushal Poddar intertwines motifs from the natural world out his window together with those from his imagination to create a reflective, domestic atmosphere. Mark Young’s poems also invite reflection, crafted through a technical process that results in often-incongruous work that subverts reader expectations.
Russell Streur invites the reader to pause to consider various elements of nature through elegant translations of famous Japanese haikus grouped into themes. Maurizio Brancaleoni’s original Italian haikus are all dedicated to the contemplative majesty of organ music.
John Culp writes of the timelessness and constant presence of love. Allison Grayhurst evokes a sense of spiritual communion, as people realize they already have what they need most.
Finally, Channie Greenberg encourages us to peruse the different textures and shapes of leaves in her photographs, while Mahbub Alam shares his calm speculations on the evening flight of birds and Don Bormon celebrates the beauty and usefulness of rivers.
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Oh, Really
This Fresh Creation
of Works without form
Says without Starting
and Starts before Born
This has no reflection
Yet said to reflect
Then carry one's Heart
towards what to expect
Freshly creates
Where time holds in stance
Life carries Completion
The form is a Dance
At the end of each Dance
LOVE'S Spirit Remains
You Like it , just name it.
Gifts come without names
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by John Edward Culp
December 10, 2016
