Mother

She was carrying nine months in her belly,

She gave birth to the world full of joy,

She spared everything for you,

If you cry, he will cry if you laugh.

God has given me a child,

Okay, I’ll eat it if I don’t want to eat.

Such a loving fate ended,

Okay, I’ll wear it instead of wearing it.

She thinks of you day and night,

She praised and prayed,

Why did you not reach the value of the name

The earth knows itself as the sky.

Taught to speak, write and draw,

Her hair turned gray and he looked at you,

Did you get enough of it once?

Even if the tests come, he holds your hand.

Mushtipar, your father gave his life,

Day and night, he did not stop saying that he was a child

The thorn bush picked your flowers for you,

The world is alive with his love.

Is it easy for you to raise a child?

Not one, but four lovers,

If it’s easy, you tell me

Grow up so many children.

I have nothing else to say to you child

One more day you will be a mother.

Even if your child hits you too

That’s how you know how much you value your loved one.

Then it’s getting late, open your eyes

Do your service and receive his blessing.

Do good, avoid evil

Take advantage of it while it’s still alive.

Every day you take four loaves of bread,

Always ask what your health is saying

Don’t cry waiting for you again,

God bless you, may you live long.

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 Synchaos 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 precocity. 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!!!

2nd stage student of Samarkand state university named after Sharof Rashidov Interesting facts you don’t know about Azim Bukhara. 

        The word Bukhara is a combination of the words “Bukh” and “oro” and means “Beauty of God”. Bukhara region is one of the Islamic cities. Because scholars and scholars who raised Islam to higher levels were born here. Imam al-Bukhari is one of such people, he collects the hadiths from the time of our Prophet until his own time in the book “Sahih Bukhari” divided into sahih-“reliable” and inauthentic-“unreliable”. His mind was very sharp, and some narrations have been given about it. His contemporaries say that not even 1 dirham, earned without hard work, entered his house.  

        In addition, the doctor Abu Ali Ibn Sina, who served as the foundation for the development of medical science, was born in Afshana village of Bukhara. His works were taught as textbooks in Europe until the 17th century. He wrote about 20 books devoted to the science of medicine. One of them is the 5-volume “Laws of Medicine” book.

    Bukhara is the birthplace of seven great Sufis of the Naqshbandi order. The great representatives of Sufism lived here, engaged in religious and social activities, and contributed to the birth and prosperity of blessed Bukhara, spiritual education and raising the emotional spirit. Here, the burial places of the holy Sufis – pyres and Islamic shrines – have been preserved. This ring starts with Khwaja Abdulkhaliq Gijduvani, Khwaja Arif Revgari, Khwaja Mahmud Anjirfag’navi, Khwaja Ali Romitani, Khwaja Muhammad Baba Samosi, Khwaja Sayyid Amir Kulol with Khwaja Bahauddin Naqshband. ends. We can see foreign tourists as well as local visitors to visit the seven piers. Sayyid Vasliy Samarkandi’s work “Nazm al-silsila” written in Tajik language in 1913 contains information about seven pir silsila. 

Pier 1 is located in my district. There are 2 things that made this district famous. One of them is the mausoleums of Abdukholiq Gijduvani, and the second is the official patent of Gijduvan shashliks.

     Now, if we talk about gijduvan shashliks, gijduvan shashliks are very tasty. They also have several types. Tandoori shashlik is especially popular. Our country is rich in beauties. I hope we can gain new knowledge through this information.

(Central Asian woman in a black and white coat and dress pants over a white ruffly blouse holding books and awards. Posters and poetry are on the wall behind her).

Zulfia’s life and the history of “Saodat” magazine.

Abduvahidova Farangiz 

2nd stage student of Samarkand State University named after Sharof Rashidov

Abstract: In this article, we will focus on the life and activities of our beloved poet Zulfia. Although Zulfiyakhanim faced many difficulties, she never stopped striving in life. She was able to be a selfless and loving mother for her children. In addition, she did not stop her creative activity. She also founded a publishing house to improve people’s education. Her services and cultural heritage for our youth are incomparable. A state prize in her name was also established for our female poets. 

Key words: Zulfiya, life path, woman, magazine, poem, “Worker”, “Happiness” 

A number of our linguists and literary experts have expressed their opinion about the poetess. For example, Azod Sharafiddinov, the national hero of Uzbekistan, “I miss you, sister Zulfia!” in the article entitled: “Zulfia is a famous poetess, a great statesman, active in public affairs, a person in the eyes of the people. But she was first of all a woman, and even when she was a woman, she was an Uzbek woman. She had a certain duty as a woman. She lost her husband Hamid Olimjon early, she raised their children by herself.

“- My sister Zulfia used to walk in big circles throughout her life. They held face-to-face conversations with scientists, poets, and politicians not only of our country, but also of sister republics, and many foreign countries. The sister was very proud. In some circles, as poets and publishers, they could not afford to lose to someone in debates about literature and history. Of course, the fact that they are interested in this field is the reason why they read classical literature, Eastern and Western literature in general, our own history, and also world history. But in order to be equal in circles, our teacher must have studied a lot. He knew our classical literature very well.”

Reporter of “New Uzbekison”.

    Mukhtasar Tojimamatova.  

Musurmonova Feruza (teacher of mother tongue and literary science at the comprehensive school No. 63 in Zhargorgan District, Surkhandarya Region) in her article on “The Uniqueness of Zulfia’s Life and Work” wrote: “To sum up In addition to being a poetess with a special place in Uzbek poetry, Mrs. Zulfiyakhanim was also a woman with all the noble qualities of this nation as a person. Today, by writing this article and taking a deeper look at Zulfiyakhanim’s work, I am once again convinced that no matter how many conflicting, difficult and complicated paths Uzbek literature has traveled in the 20th century, it has a number of literal creative people grew up and Zulfiyakhanim was one of the shining stars among them. In today’s days of independence, their creations are showing new aspects.

Zulfiyakhanim’s life and work is an example for all women. Because her hard work in life, her constant striving for progress, her faithfulness in love, her unceasing pursuit of artistic creativity, her persistence in the face of life’s difficulties, and the fact that she does not lose himself in the face of achievements, arouse envy in the heart of any girl or woman.

In her article “The Life and Unforgettable Work of the Uzbek Poet Zulfiya Khanim” under the theme of “Remembering Zulfiya” Shahida Zhoraboyeva, a second-year student of the Faculty of Preventive Medicine, wrote: In addition to being a poet with a special place, she was also a woman with all the noble qualities of this people as a person.

Today, by writing this article and taking a deeper look at Zulfiyakhanim’s work, I am once again convinced that no matter how many conflicting, difficult and complicated paths Uzbek literature has traveled in the 20th century, it has a good number of literary artists grew up and one of the shining stars among them was Zulfiyakhanim. In today’s days of independence, their creations are showing new aspects.

  Zulfiya Israilova, who is embodied in the image of a beloved poetess of our people, a devoted woman, was born on March 1, 1915. His father Ismail worked as a blacksmith. The famous writer began her first education in 1922-1931. For the next three years, she continued her education at the girls’ school. In 1935-1938, the poetess studied at the Institute of Language and Literature. Her first poem was published in “Ishchi” newspaper in 1931. In 1932, a collection of poems “Life Leaflets” was published. After that, her poetry books such as “Temiroy”, “She’rlar”, “Girls’ Song” were published. The greatest success of the poetess was brought to her by the collections “He called her Farhad”, “Hijran Kunlarida”, and “Hulkar”.

Due to the untimely death of her husband Hamid Olimjon, the poetess fell into a very depressed mood. Despite this, Zulfia took an active part in the movement of Asian and African writers of peace and international solidarity in the second half of the 1950s, and traveled to many countries of the world. It is no exaggeration to say that poems such as “Mushoira”, “My son won’t die of war”, “The dead of Kazakhstan”, “The picture I didn’t draw” brought Zulfia great fame.

She created “Lolaqizgaldok” series of poems dedicated to children. Based on the epic “Semurg or Parizod and Bunyod”, she wrote the play “Semurg” for the puppet theater and the libretto for the opera “Zaynab and Amon”. Many of her works have seen the world. Zulfia was a laureate of the international Jawaharlal Nehru (1968), “Nilufar” (1971) awards and the State Prize of Uzbekistan named after Hamza (1970). Sh translated the works of a number of writers such as A. S. Pushkin, N. A. Nekrasov, M. Vaqif, E. Ognetsvet, Mustay Karim, Amrita Pritam into Uzbek.

In order to show how incomparable her services are, the state award named after Zulfia was established. Our creator not only went down in history as a poetess, but also worked effectively in the fields of journalism and publishing. She did a lot of work in the field of publishing. To give an example, she was the editor of the children’s publishing house, the head of the department at the state publishing house of Uzbekistan, and she founded the “Saodat” magazine and worked as the editor-in-chief of this magazine for about thirty years.

Now, let’s talk about the history of “Saodat” magazine. The magazine is published in Azim Tashkent, our capital. It was brought to the attention of readers only eight times during one year. It was first published under the name “New Way” in 1925-1934. Later, it was published in 1936-1950 under the name “Bright Life”. Then it operated under the name “Women of Uzbekistan” from 1950 to 1965.

But due to some reasons or because of the war, it was not published within a certain period. The magazine contains short stories, poems, useful food recipes for our women and girls, and new, modern dress styles for the elderly. Among these are stories such as “Singer of Enlightenment”, “Rostonbuvi Told the Truth”, “Mother”, “Parnji is the beauty of the past”, “Songs”, “Kochaga Handon Uyga Zindon”. In addition, this magazine has separate sections, such as advice for cooks, various Chinese words, puzzles, children’s sports and health, hair care according to hygiene rules, and advice for hairdressing. Each issue also contains a table of contents.

 ZULFIYA as editor

 Radio editors: Z. Jamolova, Kh. Komilova, H. Muhiddinova, N. Mirpol’atova, Y. Nasriddinova, Kh. Sulaymanova, S. Khalifayeva, S. Shamsiyeva (deputy editor). 

The technical editor was Z. Rahimov.

 Address of the editorial office: Tashkent, Navoi street, house number 30. 

 Currently, Usmanova Munavvarkhan Abduhakimovna works as the editor-in-chief of the monthly socio-political magazine “Saodat” of the Women’s Committee of Uzbekistan. The current address of the publisher is: Navoi street 30, Shaykhontokhur district, Uzbekistan, 100011.

E-mail: saodat-gul@mail.ru.

Organization website: saodat-gul.uz

Candy Bill


Meryl stood with her two sisters, peeping through the display window of the candy shop, and silently observing the striking array of sweets which were perched upon beautiful crystal dishes and vivid red skirting. Meryl licked her pale pink lips. At her side stood Wendy who, at seven, was three years younger. And next to Wendy and leaning with her nose against the window, was Karen, the baby, at four years of age. All three girls' mouths were watering.

On a step ladder next to, but totally ignored by, the girls was Albert Weissmann, AKA Candy Bill, the proprietor for whom the shop was eponymously named. Bill was busily squirting the already shiny glass with glass cleaner and wiping it even cleaner. Meryl fretted that they were creating a nuisance. Her father had told her to steer clear of Mr. Weissmann; he was a cranky old guy. According to her papa, he had lost family in the war, years before. One never knew what might set him off.

"Do you think we'll get some candy for Christmas," Wendy asked, turning to regard her older sibling. Karen hung on Meryl's reply.

"Don't be silly," scolded Meryl. "We're Jewish," she reminded the other two girls. "We don't believe in Christmas."

Little Karen's face puckered up and she looked as if she might cry. "Not  fair," she said, pouting. Her faded print dress hung limply from thin shoulders.

"You're forgetting," Meryl reminded them, "that we have Hanukkah."

"Yay!" shrilled Karen happily. "We'll have gelt! Then we can buy candy!"

"But," said Meryl, pointing an admonishing forefinger at her younger sister, "we have to give part of our gelt to charity."

Karen instantly grew sober and nodded. "Yes," she agreed half- heartedly, "to charity."

"Can't we buy some candy now?" implored Wendy, dying to bite into a piece of chocolate.

"We don't have our gelt yet," replied Meryl. "We get it on the fifth day of Hanukkah, remember? This is just December 19th. The fifth day isn't until the 21st."

"But, Ruth gets gelt every night of Hanukkah," protested Wendy, referencing her best friend.

"Ruth's parents are rich," remarked Meryl a little sharply. "Mother and father have to work hard to earn what little we have." Bill glanced surreptitiously at the children.

Wendy remembered that Mr. Kaplan, Ruth's father, owned a string of shoe stores in the city, whereas Wendy's mother and father worked as a tailor and a housekeeper, respectively. Wendy dug the toe of her shoe into the pavement. "Yeah...."

Suddenly, Candy Bill descended from the ladder and nudged the girls back from the window. Spraying where they'd left smudges on the glass, he wiped the surface clean and glared pointedly at the sisters.

"C'mon," murmured Meryl, taking charge as she always did. "We hafta' get home. We have latkes tonight," she said with feigned enthusiasm. Even though she loved them, she knew they were a poor substitute for Candy Bill's home made chocolate, for her sisters. She placed a hand round each of her sisters and began to steer them away.

"Come back here," growled a stern voice over their shoulders. The girls froze and looked back to find Candy Bill standing formidably in the doorway to his candy shop.

"We were just leaving, Mr. Weissmann," squeaked Meryl at the imposing figure before them. Wendy's eyes grew large and Karen actually began to tremble with fear.

"Get in here," he ordered, holding wide the door. Terrified out of their wits, the children complied with the directive and filed timidly through the portal. Once inside, they breathed in the intoxicating aroma of fresh made candy: chocolate-covered caramels, sugar wafers, and Meryl's favorite, enormous bars of pure brown chocolate.

"We...we didn't do anything," murmured Meryl fearfully, wondering what offense the trio had committed.

"You were standing at the display window," charged Bill wrathfully. "Blocking my paying customers from getting into my shop. How am I supposed to make an honest living?" he demanded, and furrowed his silver brows menacingly.

"We...we...I," replied Meryl in bewilderment. Now Karen began to whimper.

Taking notice of her, Candy Bill's face suddenly creased into an enormous smile. "There, there, hertzele, cooed the bear of a man, gently touching her cheek. From a shelf he pulled three bright white bags loaded with candy. He presented the gifts to the little girls and smiled warmly at them. They stood, agape, until Bill, suddenly embarrassed by his own largesse, shooed them out of the shop. The two younger children danced merrily away, but Meryl paused for a moment and glanced back at her benefactor and gave him a dazzling smile of gratitude. He merely flicked his fingers in the opposite direction, and she likewise fled.

Candy Bill, his always busy shop now empty, walked back of the ice cream counter, past the many confectionery displays, and laid his hand on a photo, nearly twenty years old and fading. Across the photo, in the unsteady hand of a child, was written, "Love you, papa. Your sweet hertzele, Miriam."

First of all, contributor Jeff Rasley invites people to consider this opportunity to further education in Basa Village, where he has spent much time.

From Jeff: The people of Basa Village, Nepal, have requested our Foundation’s help with two projects commencing in 2025. Funds are needed to help pay the salaries of three of the village school’s teachers. If private funding is not provided, the school’s English, Science, and Social Studies & Computer Literacy teachers will have to work for no pay or resign. Because the village’s family farms are all subsistence farms, many of the 85 elementary school students will eventually leave Basa. Acquiring education that will help to make the village’s youth employable in a city may be vital to their future. The Foundation is seeking contributions to fund those three teachers’ salaries for one year.

The second project is the development of a commercially viable herd of goats and pigs. The villagers are dependent on subsistence farming and money earned by some of the adults working in the tourist industry as support staff for treks and mountaineering expeditions. Disastrous earthquakes in 2015 and the 2020 COVID pandemic virtually shut down tourism for two years following each of those catastrophes. The village leaders realized that a sustainable business is needed to support village families, when jobs in tourism are not available. The first animals were purchased this year, but to make the endeavor profitable, more animals must be purchased and cared for. The goal is to have a profitable co-op business of selling goat milk, cheese, and yoghurt and pork within two years after the requisite number of animals are acquired. Money earned above costs will support the village school and provide assistance to any families in need.

Please consider contributing to our fundraiser for the school and farm projects via our website at https://www.bvfusa.org/donate

Or, send a check to our corporate treasurer David Culp 2322 E. 66th St. Indianapolis, IN 46220. Let me know if you have any questions about the projects or the BVF. The Basa Village Foundation USA, Inc. is a 501(C)(3) organization, and financial contributions to it are charitable donations, per the US Internal Revenue Code.

Now, for this month’s first issue: Who Will We Become?

John Edward Culp personifies the human journey through life as a child learning to walk under a giant sky. On the other hand, Ilhomova Mohichehra’s work honors the beauty and longevity of a tree.

Sayani Mukherjee communes with the hidden longings and feelings layered within a landscape as Rubina Anis melds colors into gentle natural scenes. Christina Chin and Jerome Berglund’s collaborative tan-renga highlight vignettes and observations of humans co-existing with nature. Raquel Barbeito’s art zooms in on pieces of nature – flowers, spiders, a skull – in black and white. O’tkir Mulikboyev wishes to become part of his natural environment and bring nutriments to those around him.

Alan Catlin presents human and animal wildness in its feral glory: hunger, fear, crashing ocean spray, animal eyes in the dark, earthworm trails. Sidnei Rosa da Silva’s prose poetry depicts the lonely calm of a northern winter. Christina Chin and Kimberly Olmtak’s collaborative tan-renga becomes more personal and domestic, presenting cozy tea and houseplants.

Duane Vorhees furthers his poetic exploration of sensuality, fecundity, and history. Brooks Lindberg’s poem probes the linkages between older mysticism and newer beliefs given our understanding of physics.

Isabel Gomez de Diego’s photography positions youth and new life as a continuation of the world’s cultural and natural history. Kylian Cubilla Gomez captures the off-center wonder and mystery of childhood through his photographic close-ups of toys.

Mashhura Ahmadjonova sends in a piece on how quickly life passes and Akmalova Zebokhan Akobirkhan reflects on the steady stream of life, one day after another, as Rashidova Shahrizoda Zarshidovna urges us to live with intent and purpose.

Jacques Fleury’s pieces address awakening, surprise, and discovery. JoyAnne O’Donnell celebrates the manifold ways ordinary people can find joy in our everyday lives, including love and close relationships. Lilian Dipasupil Kunimasa conveys the deep joy of intimacy, friendship, and love. Mesfakus Salahin evokes quiet moments of peace brought by a tender love. Sara Goyceli Serifova wishes to live a long time with her beloved partner, as her grandmother did.

Z.I. Mahmud examines the characters’ journeys out of self-absorption toward empathy and wonder in Antoine Saint-Exupery’s The Little Prince.

Layla Adhamova suggests that happiness is accessible to many people, not just the wealthy. Gullola Nuriddinova laments the betrayal of a lover who chose money over their beloved. Bill Tope’s short story illustrates a youthful form of justice against family favoritism and classism around the holidays.

Brian Barbeito conveys the wisdom of age in his piece on a friendship between a young boy and a kind elderly neighbor.

Haitmurodov Ismoil reflects on how a father’s love can sustain you throughout life. Azimbayeva Dilrabo gives a tribute to a caring father who passed away, Iroda Sherzod offers up a tribute to her caring and selfless father, and Rahmiddinova Mushtariy pays tribute to her father’s wisdom. Olimjonova Muslima pays tribute to her parents’ continued support all along her academic and personal journey.

Sobirjonova Rayhona shares tributes to beloved teachers here, here, and here. Shahnoza Ochildiyeva’s story illustrates how a teacher brought about justice in the classroom without shaming anyone. Shoxijaxon Urunov’s essay highlights how teachers accomplish so much more than imparting information.

Dilbar Koldoshova Nuraliyevna reflects on the difficulties and hard work of the creative life and her determination to pursue that path, as Kass probes the solitary inner drives of a literary artist.

Rick Reut tinkers with the arrangement of words in concrete poetry exploring time, memory, and language. Vernon Frazer’s words pop out of juxtaposed shapes and images while Mark Young serves up a heady word-marinade. Maftuna Yusufboyeva looks into a different way of using language, examining the role, goals, and purposes of advertising. Texas Fontanella links ideas and words and bursts of thought together in his Pound-inspired modern canto.

Federico Wardal spotlights the elegance and cultural history of Andrea Ceccomori’s San Francisco flute performances. David Sapp illuminates a moment of rapturous ecstasy in the view of sublime art. Dr. Jernail S. Anand’s poetry reminds us that the truth about history and humanity is often difficult to stomach and that art helps us process our knowledge. Thus, the literary arts are a worthy calling, despite the lack of remuneration.

Farangiz Abduvohidova analyzes the ancient Greek influence on some words in the Uzbek language. Muslima Murodova contributes a patriotic piece about Uzbekistan as Ismailov Shukurillo offers a paean to his Uzbek heritage and Jasmina Makhmasalayeva conveys her pride and joy in her Uzbek homeland.

Norova Zulfizar outlines various historical sites in Uzbekistan while Rustambekova Nozimakhon sketches life in her neighborhood, showing her pride in her community. Khalida Nuray’s poem urges people of Turkish ancestry to rise up and defend and protect their homeland and culture.

S.C. Flynn’s poetry illustrates the tragedies of incomplete journeys and transformations: beautiful thoughts, creatures, and relationships that never develop into what they are meant to be.

Taylor Dibbert’s poem reflects the quiet anxiety many Americans felt over the 2024 presidential election. In a similar vein, Daniel De Culla satirizes Donald Trump’s values and personality through poetry and a photo. Pat Doyne bitterly calls out the United States’ less welcoming attitudes towards immigrants. John Ebute poetically seeks signs of life in his native and troubled Nigeria. Abigail George mourns the loss of life and the obfuscations of international politics in her poems on the war in Gaza. Alexander Kabishev ends his saga of the trauma of living in St. Petersburg under siege. David Woodward reflects on broken American political systems with concrete poetry using absurdist forms.

In a more general vein, Anvarova Nilufar laments the harsh state of the world and human nature. Goyibnazarov Abdulla reminds us how people often overestimate their abilities and knowledge.

Mykyta Ryzhykh’s undercapitalized works evoke the barren, alienated landscape of modern life. J.J. Campbell offers up a bah-humbug to the festive season, showing overworked cashiers, commercialism, pain, racism, and loneliness behind the holiday mood. Jim Meirose sends up a quirky tale for the season of online electronics shopping.

Tempest Miller explores memory, trauma, and the absurdity of existence through his pieces on zebras, crocodiles, industry, and nature. Jake Cosmos Aller revels in the surreal wild spirit of a crazy night of passion and booze. Paul Costa uses the language of Western-style adventures to highlight struggles within and among people.

Ilhomova Mohichehra reflects on human vulnerability and on gratitude for her health. Graciela Noemi Villaverde reflects poetically on the loss of a great love. Mahbub Alam also mourns an absence that has become visceral and inescapable. Philip Butera’s poetry explores personal and relational grief, loneliness, and the desire to escape from oneself. Christopher Bernard expresses similar sentiments in his poetic tribute to writer Marvin R. Hiemstra and other deceased writers, which focuses less on than on the individuals who passed and more on the implacability and universality of death.

Christina Chin presents a third round of collaborative tan-renga, this time with M.R. Defibaugh. Its protagonists bring a quiet determination to face unexpected twists of fate.

Maja Milojkovic presents a glorious vision for the world, where everyone enjoys peace, freedom, and mutual respect. We hope that this publication brings Earth a step closer to that goal. Please enjoy the issue!

(Photo of a Central Asian teen girl in a white blouse and black coat with dark hair up in a bun).

My dear teacher who made us dear!!! 

This day is in the bosom of a clear sky, 

Navo sounds very long, 

Thank you my kind teacher, 

For giving us your knowledge. 

This world is short, dear teacher, 

You teach the necessary subjects, 

I am great today because of you

Browsing books, the world of knowledge. 

You know me, hold my hand 

If I don’t come, you will wait for my way anyway

Sacrificed everything for me 

Like my mother, the world has swallowed sorrows. 

My dear teacher is as great as my father, 

I love you 

My teacher Madina is my best teacher, 

My blossoming spring, you sweet summer. 

I can’t live without you

One day I will definitely be like you 

People all over the world are envious,

I will send you flowers

You will always be in my heart, 

I learn a lot from you,

My body lives with you

My heart flutters every time I see you.

Sobirjonova Rayhona, a 10th-grade student of the 8th general secondary school in Vobkent district, Bukhara region. She was born in December 2008 in the village of Chorikalon, Vobkent district, in a family of intellectuals. Her parents supported her from a young age. She started writing in the 3rd grade. Her first creative poem was published in the newspaper “Vobkent Hayot”. She has also published extensively in Synchronized Chaos, India’s Namaste India Magazine, Gulkhan Magazine, Germany’s RavenCage Magazine and many other magazines and newspapers. She has actively participated in many competitions, won high ranks and many prizes. She is still busy creating.

A plea

Beloved like my mother
God gave you to me
I live as your child
I give my life to you, my country.

Let me lean on you, my wing
I will say it will not pass
I am sorry for the ingratitude
I give my life to you, my country

Don't be offended by me
If you are sad, I will be the one
Do not be humiliated in the hands of Yav
My life is devoted to you, my country

My sister, brother, don't shed tears
I will never leave you
May the sun not leave your head
My life is devoted to you, my country.


Running to your service
Be the only one for you
Pulling out my heart
Homeland, I give my life to you.

I will finish it before I die
Yozai senchun epic cry
My eyes are a charm for you
My life is devoted to you, my country.

The throne of other countries is not needed
It's okay if I'm in your arms
A heart that does not love you is heartless
My life is devoted to you, my country.



Member of the "Yosh kalamkashlar" club of the Barkamol Avlod children's school, Kogon district, Bukhara region, 9th grade student of the 17th school in the district, "I bow to those who know you", regional stage 1_place winner.