Third Eye, Remote Viewing, Memory, Psychic Impressions, Recall, 1750 South Ocean BLVD, Circa 1983
Instead of imagining the basics, I go further, not only to the grounds but to details. Details that would not matter to anyone, but that matter to me, to see. I went into a trance. I could see that the pool has a cement form around the perimeter and is white and there are black numbers that designate the depth at various places. A wooden structure that houses the pumping system. Thick green grass that meets cement walkways and an Astro turf putting ground. Planters. There is a container of oil that you are supposed to wash your feet with to get off any bit of tar that might have stuck to your foot on the beach.
A wild part of grasses that grow from the sand before the beach proper. You can’t step much barefoot anyhow if long it’s too hot. A towel must be put in the seat in the rental cars the seat is too hot. A newspaper box blue and one yellow out front. Cement fences. A building across that is white with yellow trim. The railings then are aluminum. Not fancy. Utilitarian and for function. Hurricane shutters same colour as railings. Tiles. There are tiles on the balcony floor. But some people have outdoor green carpeting. My friends are from Michigan. They will knock in the first few minutes. They live next door and can somehow know I have arrived. They will ask me to go out with them and I always will. Immediately. Before anything. And we will run in the sun and dive in the sea and be in the pool.
The waters of everywhere will cool and refresh and enlighten us. Later I can smell the iron-on prints in the cool t/shirt shop. The shirt will go on my tan and healthy shoulders. I never use suntan lotion. I don’t burn them. Now I burn in a few minutes. There are people fishing. There is a hedge. A palm tree. Ground lights yellow orange green pink and blue. Shells. A small plane flies a banner. A big plane gets me there. Eastern. Ward Air. Don’t take me away. Each time, I dread the idea of leaving. There is only a day left. I won’t sleep here tomorrow night. I have to go home. Don’t take me home. This is supposed to be my home. Don’t take me away. Just don’t. Don’t. Please don’t. But you did. Sadness. Impossible incredible sunken sadness.
It's raining.
When it rains,
I have a lot of questions.
Changed inside,
Gentle winds.
The rain doesn't stop,
There is no sleep.
Excitement in my mind,
It hurts like hell.
I wish he would stop now
Rustling voices.
Lek did not stop crying,
Cry like a baby.
These noises will stop,
Chehra Khan puts flowers.
Smallpox, tulip, rubella,
Like flowers want.
I'm gonna be happy.
One day a flower will open for me,
The way will always be open to me.
It's always a fun day
I will be happy, believe me.
Spring will surely come for me,
Trees bloom early in the morning.
You can also have lunch at a glance at the flowers
I will be happy, believe me.
A rose will soon grow for me Honey is really the happiest Summer is a big work for me I will be happy, believe me.
Ilhomova Mohichehra 7th grade student of Zarafshan city, Navoi region, school No. 9.
I waited for spring with tears, I have been patient with you. How many days off do you need? You enchanted me.
Soft gentle tone, You will be happy if you drink. You alone and alone are to blame, Please answer me, I’m sorry.
Live in peace my dear Knocking your heart out. This is very interesting Don’t find me near you.
The thinnest thread is pulled tight, And did it crash? An ax under your feet You hit it yourself. ok I’ll go
You are the king of my heart Excuse me, I’ll go by myself now…
HAPPINESS
Heal my sick heart Follow your path. my lover is alive A witness is not necessary,
My creation is correct.
I hope you are the only one I don’t look at others. Even in the vortex of sad dreams I swim, I walk, I don’t get tired.
My heart sighed, oh Why the question, why do you ask? Bathing in the mirror Why wrap wires?
Don’t hold flowers, don’t wear masks, Do not build a princess throne. Darling, let me tell you this… Your presence is HAPPINESS for me!
Tuliyeva Sarvinoz. She was born on November 8, 1999 in the Beruni district of the Republic of Karakalpakstan.
She graduated from Alisher Navoi Tashkent State University of Uzbek Language and Literature (2023). She’s the winner of the state award named after Zulfia (2019) and a teacher of native language and literature at Shaikhontohur District Vocational School, Tashkent. She is the author of the poetry books “Song of Peace”, “I am a Girl of Truth”, and “Morning Poem”.
CONFLICT AND PLOT HARMONY IN SAID AHMAD’S NOVEL “SILENCE”.
Abstract: This article describes the characters in the novel “Silence”, the similarities and differences in their characters. Information about the conflict and the subject is provided. Conflicts in the work are revealed through examples.
Key words: work, hero, conflict, plot, positive image, negative image, psychological conflict, social conflict, personal conflict.
There are many writers and poets who have gained their place in Uzbek literature and enriched Uzbek literature with their works. Among them, Said Ahmad left a rich legacy with his unique and unique works, and he won the hearts of readers. The works written by him are loved and read again and again. A person who has read will want to read again. In this article, we will try to shed more light on Said Ahmed’s novel “Silence” and the negative and positive images in it.
In the novel “Silence”, the ugly life of the leaders in the Soviet era, the lifestyle of the oppressed ordinary people, the Taliban who lived in Africa for many years under the pressure of the leaders, returned home after losing his wife and child, the womanizing chairman Mirvali, who is ready to do anything abominable for wealth and position, his father was killed and his mother was killed by Mirlvali. The fate of people like Azizbek, who was kidnapped, is told. The work perfectly reveals the evils of the stagnation period.
In the novel, the internal dramas of the Shura era, which seemed calm and peaceful on the surface, and the crisis of the regime are shown in all their tension and intensity. Almost all the leading characters in the play have a tragic fate. The novel is attractive with its simple, “free” style of expression.
“Plot (fr. Sujet – a subject, something based on) is one of the most important elements of the artistic form, a system of events in the work that are interrelated and consist of the actions of the hero. Plot is one of the characteristics of fiction, plot is present in all works, regardless of type or genre, but its manifestation largely depends on which type or genre it belongs to.[ D. Kuronov, Z. Mamajonov, M. Sheraliyeva, Dictionary of Literature, T: Academy, 2013].
At first glance, Mirvali, who appeared to be a good and positive character, was actually a negative character. In the village or collective farm, Mirvali had a hand in everything if there was any evil, dirty work… The main characters in the work are as follows:
• Taliban – the main character. Scientist. A man who lived far from his homeland for many years under the pressure of officials, returned to his home where he was born and grew up after the death of his wife and child, and “buried his happiness in the soil”, according to his mother.
• Mirvali is a friend of Taliban. Chairman of the collective farm.
• Zainab- Talibjan’s sister.
• The old woman is a 90-year-old blind woman, Talibjan’s stepmother.
• Azizbek is a young man whose father was killed by Mirvali, and whose mother Mirvali took as his mistress.
“The plot is the interrelationships of characters, contradictions, sympathies and antipathies between them, so it also invents, generalizes, and discovers the contradictions of life. Life conflicts are transferred to the work in the form of a struggle of expressed ideas, depicted characters, and moods, and it is called a conflict. [ H. Umurov, Theory of Literary Studies. T: Publishing house of folk heritage named after A. Qadiri, 2004. B-123].
Any kind of conflict can be found in the novel “Silence”. The characters of the work and the conflicting relationship between them are described very well. We can see it in the example of the conversation between Talibjon and Jayrona in the play. “Jairona was silent for a while. Then he sat looking at the far ceiling, deliberating whether to say what came to his heart or not.
– Won’t you be upset if I say something?
The Taliban said, okay, tell me.
– Brother Talibjan, you are a person who is not fit to fight and has no will. You are one of those who follow Tolstoy’s theory. Do you know? Tolstoy puts forward the idea of rising up against oppression. You once raised your head and became an earthworm. Your heart stopped beating for the second nod. Accepting fate, you are wandering in other countries. You are powerless to stand up against violence. Frankly, I don’t like you. A man should live as a fire. He should spend all his will, strength, and mind to prove that he is right. What are you doing, eh…” Jayrona waved her hand like a disappointed person.
The Taliban did not crack the ground and did not enter the ground. On one count, his words were true. Talibjan did not realize that he was living by his fate. He felt it at the same time. Jayrona told him this. [ S. Ahmad, Silence. T: Gafur Ghulam, 1989]. It is in this part of the work that we saw a personal conflict. The laziness of the hero of the work and his inability to fight for the truth are told to his face by the language of another hero.
“Conflict is the driving force of the plot. It is an element that determines its effectiveness, interest, and scope. Its different types are found:
1. Psychological (spiritual) conflict is the struggle of emotions, concepts (weaknesses and strengths) in the heart of the hero.
2. Social conflict is a struggle between the heroes of the work and the conditions in which they live.
3. Personal – intimate conflict – struggle between opposing characters, groups. These three types of conflict can be found in all novels, but the works in which psychological conflict is the leader (“Mirage” by A. Qahhor; “Treasure of Ulugbek” by O. Yaqubov) are always indicators of the quality of literature and leave a bright mark.” [H. Umurov, Theory of Literary Studies. T: Publishing house of folk heritage named after A. Qadiri, 2004. B-124].
The fate of the heroes of the work ends in tragedy. But we can learn that the combination of plot and conflicts is the tool that moves the work. We should also be among the people who fight for the truth and freedom, for the rightness in our lives. We would recommend others to read this work of Said Ahmed again.
I WILL BE THE SEA
I'm not a spring, next to a brook,
I boiled out of the bottomless pit.
The thousand-year road, the root of the jiks,
I am wounded by the snowy mountains.
I flowed around the rocks,
Flower spears narrow spike.
I will join the sea one day,
Huge udder, filling cheese.
I ride the rivers,
Run along the rivers.
You can't find a dream, it's the end
A smile of happiness covers my face.
I polish, polish stones,
I think that pirate is wise.
He sharpens his knife,
My grandmother praised and showed me the grandfather.
I overflow the rivers,
Happy to turn into rivers.
I spread joy around,
Language sings of life.
I'm in love, the sea is waiting
I water crops on the road.
Dear Farmer,
My dear, come down and slow down.
Joining in the fun again,
I go forward screaming.
Add and remove tributary children,
My dream is to live in the sea.
The rivers are muddy,
I will reach my goal.
One sip is life-saving
I was a spring, I will be a sea.
O'tkir Mulikboyev Primary education teacher, School 75, Koshrabot District, Samarkand Region, Republic of Uzbekistan
River
Nature's impish thoughts manifested
A sublime Pinnacle of lay bare thoughts
A flower smiles when it rains
For it will be drenched forever
Into the autumn pal
The dusk dawn lies peacefully
The cat musk heaves a playful sigh
When Aurora Borealis dream open
A new sledge hammers through
By the river upfront
I cried a soothing honeybee
For two more added beauty
Has been my forte
As the dying river died a peaceful death
For autumn comes a decades musing high.
