I Bloom for Myself

Oysha was a young and thoughtful girl. She had always considered herself hardworking and eager to learn, yet life sometimes placed challenges in her path.

On her first attempt to enter university, she did not score enough points. The second attempt brought the same disappointment. Finally, on her third try, she succeeded and was admitted.

However, a new challenge emerged. Among her peers, Oysha began to feel behind. Others seemed to learn faster, while she often felt one step slower. Each time she reflected on this, her heart filled with sadness. She questioned her intelligence and abilities. Constant comparison with others created a pressure that felt impossible to overcome.

One day, while sitting in the university library surrounded by books, she was reading about life and self-awareness. She came across a sentence that deeply touched her:

“A flower does not bloom for others; it blooms for itself.”

Those words resonated in her heart. She realized that true success and happiness are not found in comparison, but in working for oneself and appreciating one’s own growth.

From that day on, Oysha changed her mindset. She began to live each day for her own development, her own abilities, and her own joy. She no longer saw her peers as competitors, but as companions. She approached learning with greater love, celebrated even her small achievements, and stopped comparing herself to others.

Oysha understood that true blooming means valuing yourself, being proud of your progress, and living life for your own purpose.

From that day forward, she embraced life with a new perspective. And with each new day, she felt stronger, more confident, and happier than before.

My name is Ruxshona Shahobiddinova, daughter of A’zamjon. I was born on December 6, 2005, in Kemaboshi neighborhood, Norin district, Namangan region, into an ordinary family.

Currently, I am a first-year scholarship (grant) student majoring in Uzbek Language and Literature at Gulistan State Pedagogical Institute in Gulistan, Sirdaryo region.

Among my academic achievements, I hold a B2 level certificate in English and a B level certificate in my native language.

In addition, I have recently started volunteering and have participated in several online social projects, earning official certificates for my active involvement.

The Forest Hero

In the heart of a golden autumn, a young kitten named Pufik saw the forest changing for the first time. While squirrels gathered nuts and storks flew south, an ancient Owl named Aqlbek revealed a terrifying secret: this winter, the “Spirit of Frost” intended to freeze the forest forever, aided by invisible “Virus-Spies” known as the Flu.

Determined to save his friends, Pufik embarked on a journey to the “Valley of Miracles” to find Grandfather Year. Along the way, he was helped by a swift rabbit, wise snails, and brave hedgehogs. Grandfather Year gifted Pufik a Golden Key, warning him to return before sunrise.

As the icy breath of the Frost Spirit began to harden the trees, Pufik reached the Ancient Oak. With the help of his friends who shielded him from the ice, he turned the Golden Key in the tree’s heart. Suddenly, a warm, golden light erupted, melting the eternal ice and driving the “Flu” viruses away.

The forest was saved. The animals celebrated a great “Harvest Festival,” and Pufik was no longer just a kitten—he was the Hero of the Forest. Since then, winter only visits for three months, and the animals stay safe and warm in their homes.

Bukhara, Uzbekistan

The Lake of Stars

By: Adham Boghdady – Egypt

Here…

Where the valleys stretch out to meet the horizon,

The mountains rose up to speak their eternal words,

And that lake slumbered peacefully,

Gazing with its wide smile

Upwards toward the sky—

The sky, which became a roof of serene blue,

Sent its color to the lake,

So its waves shivered in ecstasy,

And it burst into happy, hearty laughter.

***

At night,

The sky drew its curtain,

And the stars said:

“O Lake,

Let your surface now shine with pearls,

Be a brilliant mantle

That captivates the minds!”

***

The stillness of the valleys called out to me,

“Come to the lands that found their meaning in silence,

Where the water touches the lips of the stone,

In the Lake of Secrets.”

Fleeing the clamor of life…

I left behind the noise of the cities

And went to an invaluable clarity.

In the mirror of the water,

I saw a splendor

That time had not yet visited.

I swam like a soul wandering without a body,

Hovering around water made of silk.

It is the night of the inspiration of feeling,

At the Lake…

Where the voice of secrets unites with the pearls of the stars forever.

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THIRTY-ONE LIGHTS: THE VIRTUOUS WOMAN OF STRENGTH AND GRACE 

Author: H.E. Prof. Amb. Rev. Dr. Jitender Singh, India

She walks in dignity, her character shining bright,

More precious than jewels, a treasure of living light.

Trust rests upon her wherever she may stand,

Truth and sincerity gently guide her hand.

With skillful hands she labors, faithful in every way,

Through patience and wisdom she brightens each day.

She guards her duties with thoughtful care,

Planting seeds of goodness everywhere.

Strength and health uphold the path she takes,

Joy in her labor a brighter future makes.

Alert in spirit, with insight deep and clear,

Her wisdom removes confusion and fear.

Her kindness reaches the helpless and poor,

Compassion becomes an ever-open door.

Brave in her spirit with vision that sees afar,

Grace in simplicity shines like a star.

Her values and culture bring honor and respect,

A life of virtue the world reflects.

Through diligence and honesty her works arise,

Integrity shining before many eyes.

Hope fills her spirit through darkness and light,

Discernment guiding the path that is right.

Gentle in speech yet steadfast in stand,

Understanding life with a compassionate hand.

Energetic in service, devoted and wise,

A faithful mother whose love never dies.

Her household rises with gratitude and praise,

For love and wisdom crown her days.

She reveres the Creator with humble delight,

Walking by faith and living in light.

Success follows virtue wherever she goes,

Her deeds speak louder than anyone knows.

And when history remembers the pillars of grace,

Her courage and kindness will hold their place.

For the world moves forward on quiet unseen art—

The strength of a woman, the light of her heart.

Let nations remember, let generations see:

Where women rise with honor, humanity walks free.

© 2026 H.E. Prof. Amb. Rev. Dr. Jitender Singh, India

All Rights Reserved

Written on the Occasion of International Women’s Day – March 8

Delirium of Love – Words of a Woman

Learn to read feelings before reading anything else,

for letters belong to everyone,

but feelings are understood only by those who possess a little sensitivity.

What still frightens me is that I continue to feel that I belong nowhere;

not to a place,

not to a person,

not to a pair of eyes,

nor to a shoulder to lean on.

The wild loneliness still accompanies me,

even sometimes upon my pillow.

Yet I find comfort in this self-sufficiency,

in distancing myself from everything that resembles me,

and in living my state with the one who lives within me.

But I always say to him:

I miss you with a longing that steals my breath

and ignites in my heart a fire that never fades.

Your absence hurts me,

and your memory fills every moment of my life.

I love you to the point of pain,

and I wait for you as if my life begins when I meet you.

O man,

for feelings to be sincere,

distance cannot defeat them.

True relationships do not need constant meetings,

and the bond between us is love,

and what ties this love together is eternal sincerity.

Do you know

that between you and me there is a conversation without sound?

Between us there is a soul that hovers around you like an angel with two wings.

Between us there is a heart that beats only for you,

as if you were created to live inside me forever,

an eternity without end.

I am a woman:

half of me is a butterfly,

and the other half is a flower.

And you…

half of you is a vintage perfume whose fragrance spreads in the air,

half of you is human,

and the other half is an angel.

Half of you is a song,

and the rest of you is a beautiful melody woven from the charms of your being.

O soul,

go to him,

embrace him without my veins knowing.

Quench the thirst of your breath in his presence,

place a kiss upon his forehead,

and whisper softly to him

that I am dying of longing for him,

that he never leaves my thoughts,

and that he is the flame of my feelings.

She asked me once:

What is love to you?

I told her:

Love is a bright and beautiful garment carried by a woman.

She walks with it until she meets her other half,

then she lays it upon him,

and suddenly he appears the most handsome of men.

She believes he is the one whose image she saw in the openings of dreams

and in the folds of wishes.

And it is also a lamp in the hand of a man,

guiding him to the first woman he meets.

He sees her face shining among women whose faces do not shine,

and he believes she was created from light.

Yet he does not realize

that it was he who illuminated her face

with the lamp of his love.

It is one of life’s subtle tricks,

hidden from all lovers

since the time of Adam

until this very day.

This is the truth of love…

so do not listen too much

to the delirium of the mad lover

.

Written by / Dr. Ahmed Al-Qaisi

Nuraini Mohammad Usman, popularly known as Prof Nurain, is a Nigerian poet, storyteller, photographer, essayist, creeping artist, and proud feminist. His artistry blends words, images, and emotions to tell meaningful stories. Born into the Muyawa family in Kano State and raised in Minna, Niger State, his diverse background shapes his creative voice. Nuraini began his education at Dayamas Model School, continued at Better Treasure International School, Al-Fawzu Azeem Academy, and Legend International School. He is currently a 100-level Software Engineering student at Maryam Abacha American University of Niger (MAAUN), Maradi, where he bridges creativity with technology while pursuing his dream of becoming a lecturer