(Central Asian girl with dark hair and a patterned floral top)

I have a sister

Sweet sauces from Bol

Sparkling gems,

Faces more beautiful than the moon,

I have a dear sister.

He prays every day,

I wish you happiness from God,

He knows everything

I have a dear sister.

A very beautiful laugh,

walking with Ibo,

Careful maintenance

I have an innocent sister.

Ask me how I am

One day a day,

A castle is built in my heart

I have an innocent sister.

Motherly love,

Magic like my father,

The fury of his anger,

I have a sister who comforts me.

No matter what I say,

loves me

I am sorry for my pains

My sister is my support.

God bless you

Let my sister enter the faces

May his heart be filled with joy

I have a sister who comforts me

always be by my side

Dear Madina

In my innocent heart

Without you, I am a treasure.

Thank you very much,

Be healthy always,

I’m sorry if I hurt you,

Walk with joy.

sister never get tired

I’m sorry,

carrying in my arms

Taking to Hajj.

Both my teacher and my sister,

I am alone in Madina

My heart is full of light

Be by my side always

Always hang on

keep praying

Our love is gone

Let the worlds love.

I am Sobirjonova Rayhona, a 9th-grade student of the 8th general secondary school of Vobkent district, Bukhara region. I was born in December 2008 in the village of Chorikalon, Vobkent district in an intellectual family. My mother and father supported me from a young age. I am also interested. I started writing in my 3rd grade. My first creative poem was published in “Wobkent Life” newspaper. In addition, many magazines were published in America’s Synchchaos newspaper, India’s Namaste India magazine, Gulkhan magazine, Germany’s RavenCage magazine and many other magazines and newspapers. my creative works have come out. I actively participated in many contests and won high places and received many gifts. Creativity is my precocious nature. I am very interested in creativity and enjoy every line. Of course, I will become a great person and bring the name of my country Uzbekistan to heaven, God willing!!!

Shrine of Sa’d Ibn Abu Waqqas

This pilgrimage site, which took place in the history of the Jizzakh oasis, is located in the village of Avliya, Gallaorol district, and is divided into two parts. The upper part of the shrine – the area along the lake, with its healing and holy springs, different beautiful and charming corners, its own charming nature, and unique landscapes will delight anyone’s tongue. The lower part of Kadamjoni is notable for its old mosque and mosque.

The building of the mosque was built in the 19th century by master builders from Jizzakh – master Kamil, master Qabil, master Zuhur and master Mirziyo. It attracts the attention of any pilgrim due to its oriental style. The carpentry work in the building was done very skillfully. The colorful patterns on its ceiling testify to the fact that Mirzo Zaid and master Bobojan, who were once known as skilled painters, were really masters of their profession. Patterns, which are the product of great work and high skill, have not lost their charm even to our days.

Sa’d Ibn Waqqas was the son of one of the nobles of Makkah, and when the revelation of prophethood came to our prophet Muhammad, he was a young man, he converted to Islam and showed the qualities of a leader.

In the sixteenth year of the Hijra, he was appointed as the leader of the army sent by Caliph Umar ibn Khattab to Iran and Movaroonnahr. blood is shed instead. Sarkarda’s son-in-law is buried in the cemetery on the north side of the village (there is a small room here), and a room was also built near the lake where the blood of the Blessed One fell.

The incident did not affect the health of Sa’d ibn Abu Waqqas (may Allah be pleased with him) much, he later returned to Arabia and lived a long life. During the Enlightenment period, he lived as a davandist. But in the years before his death, he asks them to bring him a woolen turban. When he brought his chakman, he said: “Shroud me with this, because I fought with this chakman against the polytheists in the Battle of Badr.” I want to go to the presence of Mr. Haq in this bag…” (from the books “Munjid” and “Life of the Companions”).

The holy spring here is also called “Sa’d ibn Waqqas spring”. At present, these places have acquired a beautiful and charming landscape. Thanks to the constant care and attention of the Jizzakh regional administration, as well as thanks to the donations and efforts of generous people who have a generous heart and respect for historical values, the buildings of the shrine were built. it was settled, put in order, and the place of pilgrimage was extremely improved.

You can also see “holy fish” in the lake – blackfish included in the “Red Book” of Uzbekistan.

The territory of the shrine is 14.2 hectares.

Ismailov Sanjar was born in 1986 in Gallaorol district of Jizzakh region and is the head of press service in Gallaorol district’s administration.

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.

Dad, he is such a person who is an indescribable sun, an elusive diamond…

What more can I say!? 

Actually, I can say a lot, but when it comes to the point, sometimes my tongue starts rolling and my eyes start to tear…. I can hardly control myself even now.

A father is kind to his daughter in a different way, and so are girls

“Do you know what this is…!?

– When I returned home, my father’s shoes were in front of the door.

I agree with this opinion with all my heart, the reason is that you come home tired from studying, and when you come home, you see your father’s shoes, and you feel as if you forget all your fatigue for a moment, I don’t think that I am the only one who has this feeling… )

Fathers are ready for everything for their child  

“Thirty sons cannot be one father!

Fathers as humble as the earth, as huge as the blue

#From the poem

If this Mother is the one who will pick you up and put ointment on your wound when you fall…

And your father will fight with his whole body so that you do not fall

If you don’t love your father, who will you love…!?

Is it possible not to love such a person?

• Father, be there every moment for my happiness

In the hospital

Mubina has been suffering for four months without finding a cure for her pain. Doctors say that she is seriously ill. Her legs do not even rest at night under the moon. She seemed to get used to it after awhile but Mubina’s heart ached very badly. Lying in this four-walled hospital is heartbreaking. She wants to walk the streets and sit in a circle with her relatives.

Mubina especially misses her only son very much. His son has gone to the city. Oisi has come once since she was admitted to the hospital. He sat there for half an hour and said he had work to do. That day Mubina’s mouth was in his ear. Relatives of other patients came almost every day. They bring different types of food.

Mubina eats a bite of food and lies down facing the door. And so the days pass. The same door opened and her son came. Hot bread and cream in hand. He sat hugging his mother.

– Have you recovered, mother?

– Yes, thank you, my child. What are you doing?

– On the go with work. After all, business does not wait.

– Yes, learn from my businessman son, said Mubina happily.

– Frankly, I want to sell the house. Don’t give me money for business.

Mubina’s eyes widened and she screamed.

– The yard left by your father! I will never agree!

– After all, this is business

– After all, there is no end

Her son was also angry

– Shall I ask for your consent? I can sell the house in my name if I want, I can sell it together with the land if I want.

After saying these words, he closed the door and left. Mubina’s eyes filled with tears.

Hospital. It’s nine o’clock in the evening. A poor mother who didn’t even have the love of her own son passed away. Her illness did not kill her. Endless heartache killed her.

Author: Nurullayeva Mushtariy 

She is a student of the 8th grade of the creative school named after Hamid Olimjon and Zulfiya

(Central Asian teen girl with long brown hair, brown eyes, and a light orange speckled top)

Daddy, I miss you, I miss you

He fills the fireplace without stopping because of his family.

I can’t stop being a child.

My dear father, my heaven is mine.

Daddy, I miss you, I miss you.

My mother burned her hands when she baked bread.

We were arguing by the side of the oven.

We all walked together, feeling his love.

Daddy, I miss you, I miss you.

His hands are full of hard work.

White in his restless hair.

I look at the picture and miss every moment.

Daddy, I miss you, I miss you

Alimbayeva Diana Anvar’s daughter was born on August 28, 2009 in the Ellikkala district of the Republic of Karakalpakstan. Her father, Allaberganov Anvar, is a doctor, and her mother, Ayitbayeva Rayhon, is a housewife. In 2016, she went to the 1st grade of general secondary school No. 43. She is interested in mother tongue and literature, history. Favorite activity is creating poems. Our great poets Muhammad Yusuf, Alisher Navoi and Zulfiya Khanim were awarded with certificates by philologists for their effective works at the parties dedicated to their births. In the future, she dreams of becoming a follower of Zulfiyakhanim.

MY DREAMS FOR THE FUTURE

      I have been very interested in several professions since I was young.  I have been trying to choose one of these professions.  My future chosen professions are: teaching, journalism and working in the field of labor.  As I grow older, I am interested in these professions. 

      The reason why I am interested in these professions is that the teaching profession is interested in the education of our country’s competent generations, the birth of children who will benefit our country – my teachers teach the students with kindness.   My interest in the profession of journalism is that I try to do my part to prevent corruption, my interest in internal affairs started to interest me in the actions of people around me — when I look at them, I lose my spirit and hate them, for example, they get into a car accident and disappear without helping the victim.  I want to open the open ones even more. 

      The professions that I choose are the ones that, in my opinion, are beneficial.  I am writing this article with excitement as I focus on the teaching profession.  Teaching profession is a very honorable profession.  This profession is the most honorable of all professions.  I admire all my teachers.   

      Life as a teacher is beautiful, because many students contribute to the development of literate, useful children.  I am most proud and happy to say that, as our forefathers used to say, “the place touched by a teacher’s hand does not burn in hell”.

      My parents have a very good relationship with my profession.  My parents only pray to God that I will have a child who will benefit our country.

      Heaven marvels at my father’s prayer, 

      Thanks to my mother who gave birth to me. 

      They are supporting me to become the owner of the Zulfiyakhanim award, which will benefit our country.

They have high expectations from me.  If I serve my country faithfully, I will send my parents on Hajj.

      If God wills, I will certainly become a student by enlightening the faces of those who believe in me and justifying their faith.  May becoming a student be not just for me, but for everyone.  After all, isn’t that the dream of everyone?

      I want to show society the education I received from my family, that is, from my parents.

       10th grade student of school 43, Karshi district, Kasgadarya region Qoldoshova Dilbar Nuraliyevna

Dilbar Koldoshova Nuraliyevna was born on March 5, 2007 in the Karshi district of the Kashkadarya region.

   She is currently the 10th “B” student of the 43rd school. 

      Dilbarhan is the queen of poetry, the owner of creativity, a singer with a beautiful voice, and a ghazal girl.

      She came first in the “Leader of the Year” competition.

        1st prize in the regional stage of the “Hundred Gazelles and Hundred Gems” competition.

         It took part in the “Children’s Forum” category and won first place in many competitions.

          She is currently the coordinator of the training department of Tallikuron MFY in Karshi district.

          Kamalak captain of the opposite district.

          Head captain of the “Girls There” club at school 43. 

         The articles titled “Memory is immortal and precious”, “Our School” and “Mother” were published three times in Kenya Times International magazine in 2024.

     In 2023, the first poems were published in the poetry collection “Yulduzlar Yogdusi” of the creative youth of the Kashkadarya region.

      In 2024, ghazals of the creative youth of the Republic were published in the poetry collection “Youth of Uzbekistan”.