THE IMPACT OF ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE ON EDUCATION

To’lqinova Marjona Nazarxon qizi 

Today, digital technologies are permeating almost all areas of our lives. In particular, the development of artificial intelligence technology is having a significant impact on the educational process. Artificial intelligence is becoming one of the modern tools that helps students share information, independently master subjects, and consolidate their knowledge. At the same time, improper use of it can negatively affect a student’s independent thinking and creative abilities. 

Artificial intelligence makes the educational process more convenient and individually organized. A student can receive additional explanations on a topic that is unclear to them, ask questions, and reinforce their knowledge through various examples. There are key advantages to using artificial intelligence in education: 

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Opportunities for personalized learning: Artificial intelligence helps provide explanations and tasks tailored to the student’s level of knowledge and needs. 

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Accelerated information retrieval: Students can find the necessary information in a short time and get simple explanations of complex concepts. 

However, it is also important to pay attention to certain challenges when using artificial intelligence. If a student prepares all assignments with the help of artificial intelligence and does not try to think independently, their independent thinking and problem-solving skills may not develop sufficiently. Furthermore, information provided by artificial intelligence should not always be accepted as completely accurate and flawless. Therefore, it is important for students to have the skills to verify obtained information, compare sources, and think critically. 

In conclusion, artificial intelligence is a modern technology with great opportunities in the field of education. It helps individualize learning, accelerate information retrieval, and ease the workload of teachers. In the future, proper use of artificial intelligence in the educational process will serve as one of the essential factors in developing students’ knowledge and skills.

Emily as Ten Billion People

The second fawn felt love

before it knew it would have

to consume the world

to stay part of the world.

The second fawn found Emily

& thought what she held out

in her cupped hands might be

space or time or a safe river,

but it was one of those bruised

apples we give away the moment

before the spoil. I wish I was

the second fawn. I eat blue.

Emily as Landing Cliffs

Each morning, a rapid

kisses our shoulders

& we must decide again

to be rooted, to flow 

just enough to be whole

& with each other in some

real way that gives the epic

a shot at stepping forth

into our hearts where we

can make all water a near

& distant world we choose

after we kiss each other.

Emily as Colors in Space

What father?

What son?

The symptoms 

are the same,

Emily says.

Can you breathe

& still love me?

Everything else

is just cancer

& some pursuit.

What father?

What son?

Darren C. Demaree’s poems have appeared or are scheduled to appear in numerous magazines/journals, including Hotel Amerika, Diode, North American Review, New Letters, Diagram, and the Colorado Review. He is the author of twenty-five poetry collections, most recently Got There: Poems on Vanishing (April 2026, April Gloaming Publishing). He’s currently working in the Columbus Metropolitan Library system.

My Radiant Mother, My Everything

My mother, who thinks of me as her child,

My mother, who never dreams for herself.

My mother, who trusts in me more than the world,

My radiant mother, my everything.

—

When I am sad, she calls me to her side,

She strokes my hair and takes away my pain.

Only she gives help without asking anything in return,

My radiant mother, my everything.

—

The fragrance of Paradise surrounds her,

Wherever I walk, she lights my way like the moon.

Her words are like a balm that heals my pain,

My radiant mother, my everything.

Babel

In the beginning, the world was a belt, all of it connected, a horizon without high or low, independent, without rank. Then the people, bored with roads that had no uphill, came to a wide plain and said,

“Come, let us bake bricks and build a tower that reaches the top of heaven, so that our name may be known throughout the world. In the name of God, let us conquer the world.”*

They raised a vertical tower and crammed the long, outstretched belt inside it. The running horses had their limbs severed, and the horses that cried out were bridled. Their screams entered those gentle, wounded eyes and became wordless. The horses once left to graze scattered into the air and have yet to return.

That was when every thought existing on earth came crashing down with the thunder of hoofbeats.

Look at this chaos— a war of words, words thrown like bombs, quarrels raging everywhere, words biting off their own tongues. Do you see?

From the moment the wounded earth opened its mouth, the history of war began.

Imagine a lake that has become a desert, a vast silence that has swallowed every sound, the immeasurable sorrow of those who have lost their words.

Isn’t it like a blank manuscript abandoned by its poet?

In the desert where sandstorms rage, there is a plain where black horses run wild. From the boiling mouths of horses wearing black masks rises a black, burning tongue.

“Tell me. Who is the god you believe in?”

I can still hear the voice bellowing at the words hidden behind your lips.

Shhh… That is the entrance to Babel.

They are still building the tower, even now—

now, when the whole world speaks different languages and uses different words.

Genesis 11:4

Others

Africa may not be Africa to everyone, but you wanted to lean your shoulder against someone as though you had come from Africa.

And so you leaned your shoulder.

You always wore the same face and longed for a warm wall, but the living room, with its firewood burning, could not become a wall.

You crossed the room with a face half-burned away.

Paprika may not be paprika to everyone, but you wanted to set down your gaze like someone choosing paprika.

And so you lowered your gaze.

You always carried the same inner self and longed for a light embrace, but even inside the same bag the colors were different:

red, yellow, green. You, whose expressions were all different, returned to the plastic bag.

Like paprika from Africa, half-burned silence sits around the table.

Silence does not want to be protected.

Marie’s Story

Marie, the six-year-old girl-dog
who lives in our home,

has waiting
in her transparent eyes.

Woof—woof—woof.
That is all she can say,

yet there is no arrogance,
no prejudice
in Marie’s language.

In a face
where language cannot reach,

Marie and I
fall silent.

A place where instinct
recognizes instinct—

as though that were
the center of the world.

Like creatures of consciousness and the unconscious,
paired as one,

Marie and I lean into drowsiness
and drift into an afternoon nap.

The deeper our nap becomes,
our backs turned to the world,

the farther Marie and I
move from humankind.

In a time
when nothing happens,

in the weightless space of time,

Marie and I
touch one another.

Suddenly, we might meet

Did you search for me in the east and far away,
Did you think of me in the burning distance?
If so, one day surely, God
Will show me the path to you suddenly.

Your thoughts seem like the sky and heavens,
Your sorrows linger inside like a crucible.
Did you search for me from the sky above,
Why haven’t you found me yet?

I know you can’t find me,
Because you don’t know me yet.
Perhaps one day we will meet suddenly,
Maybe on that day in a bookstore, destiny.

Egamnazarova Shahina Shaxriyor qizi was born on November 28, 2006, in the Qashqadaryo region. She is currently studying at Turon University in Philology: Teaching Languages (Uzbek) program. She works as the deputy director at the Qarshi Medical College. She is the recipient of the National Hope chest badge. Several of her articles have been published in international journals. Her articles have appeared in Turkey’s “Bilgi çeşmesi” and Germany’s “GERMAN INTERNATIONAL JOURNAL”.

THE WORLD THROUGH THE WRITTEN WORD

If we were all to pause for a moment,

write down what we see around us,

in this world, in this day,

in this moment,

words would say so much.

We would write down what we see with our eyes,

what we feel with our heart,

what our soul is telling us

because the soul never lies.

If we were to confess everything

to a sheet of paper,

reveal to it all the secrets we know,

seal it with the trace of our heart,

would we be satisfied with what we read?

Most likely not.

But not because the world isn’t perfect,

because our words and feelings aren’t perfect,

because the paper to which we laid bare our soul

endures all our emotions and views of the world.

Rather, because deep down inside we know

that it can be better,

that our soul can suffer less,

our heart ache less,

the paper with our words can

have greater power,

if only our words

would reach those who look

but do not see,

who listen

but do not hear,

who can

but do not want to.

Our written word has great power

to influence this world,

as long as it is written with the heart,

read with the soul and not just with the eyes,

as long as it lives in our thoughts.

I believe in the power of the written word,

in its strength,

its brilliance, and I do not want everything to be perfect,

I want it to be enough for

a person to recognize themselves in that very word

and to do good.

I want someone to see light, hope, faith

even in my word on paper,

and not to read only with their eyes

but with their heart.

And perhaps, there is still hope

that this world is becoming a better

place to live,

if it is created by those who see not only with their eyes,

but with their soul as well.

And the written word written with the soul is the best creator of the story of a better world.