Essay from Norova Zulfizar

Every time it crosses my mind sharply,

Like the love of my mother and father.

Every time it passes through my heart slowly,

Like the first buds of spring.

My heart screams,

Noza says trees from spring.

Buds open and write letters,

My beautiful spring!

you are my word

You have such a beautiful heart. 

The earth always blooms,

I love your voice.

I’m eager for you to come

I miss you always.

If not, it’s spring in my country.

Young Uzbek teen girl with short black hair, brown eyes, and a short red and black floral ruffled top.

Norova is the daughter of Zulfizar Sanjar.

She was born in 2007. She studies in the 11th grade. She is in the 11th grade at a secondary school. Lives in Bukhara. Hobbies, learning foreign languages, reading psychological and artistic books, traveling. She knows English, Turkish, Uzbek languages perfectly.

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