Essay from Rustamjonova Nodira

THERE ARE MANY STARS IN THE SKY BUT THE MOON IS THE ONLY ONE

Older Central Asian man with gray hair and a blue suit coat and tie sitting in a wooden chair.

Introduction

Uzbekistan has stepped on the threshold of progress. We have gotten rid of the unpleasant word of slavery for many years, we have gradually achieved and are achieving our rights, traditions, holidays, religion, laws, and countless wealth.

In fact, at the beginning of the 20th century, the leaders of science, i.e., the Jadids, dreamed of today’s independent country and, accordingly, used a number of unsuccessful measures several times. Fortunately, they did not stop sacrificing their lives for the freedom of the people.

During the colonial period, our great nation was under both material and spiritual shocks, i.e., it was in such darkness that the nation did not even want to believe that there was a light.

The former Soviet Union occupied many countries along with our country. But at an unexpected moment, that is, in the 80s of the 20th century, the state of the USSR began to weaken due to the inexperience of the government leaders. This is an opportunity for a number of former Soviet Union countries to gain independence.

The post of President was introduced in Uzbekistan as the first among the colonial states of the USSR. On June 20, 1990, the Declaration on the sovereignty of Uzbekistan was adopted, and on August 31, 1991, the 1st President of the Republic of Uzbekistan declared Independence Day. they say:

“From today, I propose to declare September 1 as a national holiday in our republic, the day of progress,” they cheered up all the people.

On December 29, 1991, Islam Abduganievich Karimov was elected the first president of the Republic of Uzbekistan.

In fact, they turned their chests to the responsible work of managing it as a country and put heavy burdens on their shoulders. prosperity took the father of the country away from these pains.

Of course, it should be said that the word “difficulty” is not a foreign word for a nation that is being built.  Because, in people’s minds, an evil country called the USSR, in its time, the food, clothes, and prices in the markets are as if a person who says he is poor can wait for a guest for at least 3 days in his house. left a good impression. But they tried to uproot us from our values, our thousand-year-old indelible history.  Although the Uzbek people, a great nation, were decorated with the image of slavery for many years, they could not even move the foundation of our golden values. The honorable blood of our ancestors flows in our blood, regardless of the fact that the nation has become very old and has forgotten its identity.

Dear President had the following words in this regard:

“The blood of the Uzbek nation is hot, if someone from abroad seems to speak wrongly to us, it is difficult to bring us back to our mold. Europeans living in a cold nation do not understand this. who emphasized that.

In the first years of independence, difficult days began in the life of our people. Many people have money to feed, but there is very little product, there are factories, but there are few personnel who know it, there is a lack of knowledge and skills to process the grain. There was a big turn and unprecedented changes in the life of our people. But due to many years of difficulties, we got back on our feet and became stronger. We took our country from the hands of fascism, we realized our identity, that all the blessings in the heavenly land belong only to us and not to give double help to anyone. we understood that it is necessary. In order to develop industry, economy, defense, construction, agro-technological and many other modern fields in our country, training of qualified personnel has been launched.

Our honorable President also emphasizes that “we have put the people and their interests at the center of all changes and updates in order to achieve such results in the reforms we are implementing.” If we look at the above words, achieving independence, realizing our identity, learning our history is all for ourselves, for the nation, for the youth, for our future.

Today, the main priority of us young people is that we have a responsible duty and mission to move forward on this great path, to study the heritage of our ancestors and become a generation worthy of it, to be the leaders of the time in all fields. The words of the father of Islam, “we are not less than anyone and will not be less” always ring in my ears. No one will ever forget the selfless services rendered by this person to the Uzbek nation, the white hair in his hair, the packaging in his hands, the sleepless nights he spent thinking about the peace of our country, his eyes that have lost hope and light, and his priceless life that he exchanged for the happiness of others. needed.

Islam Abduganievich Karimov ruled the Republic of Uzbekistan for 25 years. He died of stroke on September 2, 2016.

About the author

Teen Central Asian girl with brown eyes, a smile, and a dark blue headscarf decorated with white designs.

Rustamjonova Nodira Tahirjan kizi was born on December 4, 2005 in Toraqorgan district, Namangan region. Currently she is 2nd year student of Biology department, Namangan State Pedagogical Institute. She is so intelligent and determined student. In 2024, she participated in the conference “Actual problems of biology: integration of science, education and production” with an article on the topic “History of medicinal plants. Their importance in human and animal life”.

Poetry from J.D. Nelson

Five One-Line Haiku


sky grows darker sunset or storm clouds?


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nephew’s 13th birthday whitecaps on the lake


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red rocks pink at sunrise I wake up to check my phone


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Memorial Day three unsharpened yellow pencils by the dumpster



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a crow calls before six you’re early this morning


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J. D. Nelson is the author of eleven print chapbooks and e-books of poetry, including *purgatorio* (wlovolw, 2024). His first full-length collection is *in ghostly onehead* (Post-Asemic Press, 2022). Visit his website, MadVerse.com, for more information and links to his published work. Nelson lives in Boulder, Colorado, USA.

Essay from Z.I. Mahmud

Samuel Beckett’s Poetic Drama Waiting for Godot

Write a critical survey of Samuel Beckett’s modern Irish theatrical drama and stage production Waiting for Godot with references to its cultural, theatrical, historical and political contexts.

(Image of two men, one seated and the other standing, with boots and coats, on a rock by a tree.)

Samuel Beckett’s “Waiting for Godot” is a surrealist and existentialist poetic drama in the anglophone and the francophone traditions. Beckett harnessed the vogue of experimentation by breaking from the stereotypical stylistic forms of artistic expressions but considered concentrating modernism. Vaudeville comedians and archetypal clownish buffoons showcasing their popular slick routines concerning circus antics with props, pratfalls and idiosyncratic discourses bereft of substantive information. This void of meaning is implied in Estragon’s speech-act: “Nothing happens, nobody comes, nobody goes. It’s awful!” Estragon and Vladimir are humbugs and chums passing their idyllic time together upon a somber environment that might have caused themselves to be mutated, disintegrated and superimposed. 

Allegorically Becket and Suzanne were desexualized, lackadaisical, lachrymose and lugubrious out of their wits, just waiting for the abominable genocidal holocaust concentration camps to end like the tramps wandering for Godot. Antagonism between Didi and Gogo biographically allegorizes the existentialist antagonism between the symbiotically dependent couple. Counterfeiting dualistic antagonism, Beckett underscores reciprocal friendship in sacrificial subversion of Didi’s earlier response of “Nothing happens, nobody comes, nobody goes. It’s awful!” to afterthoughts of “We always find something, eh Didi, giving us the impression that we exist.” Elemental human experience and fundamental truths of human condition concerning time and evanescence, mysteriousness of existence, the paradox of change and stability, necessity and absurdity have been brought into focus by these pauper-like tramps. 

Vladimir and Estragon are the everyman epitomizing archetypes of all humanity; with Vladimir representing the mental spirit and Estragon representing physical spirit exposed to the existentialist dilemma; ie existentialist truths potentially transforming themselves with transcended worldview and manner of living in terms of motivations, ideals, values and behaviour. Thus mind/body duality comprises this composite humanity in these tramps split into two beings with the body and the mind. Their outfits consist of old dress pants, baggy jackets, scuffed shoes and bowler hats. Vladimir is concerned with intellectualist operation upon retrospection and clairvoyance while Estragon is concerned with creature comforts such as materialistic hedonism and sensual gratification. These vagabonds are differentiated selves of a composite being: Vladimir as stalwart of despondency and Estragon as stalwart of presumption. “I’m accursed! …I’m in hell…recoils in horror”, implicates Estragon’s sinisterish hearsay of blasphemy toward the Saviour. On the contrary, Vladimir’s supplication in contextualizing the redemptive quest toward salvation is implied in “It’s Godot! At last, Gogo.  It’s Godot! We’re saved! Let’s go and meet him!”     

“All my lousy life I’ve crawled about in the mud! And you talk about the scenery! Look at this muckheap! I’ve never stirred from it!” exemplifies the admonishment of nihilistic existentialism embodied in the protagonist Estragon. The less spiritual and the less metaphysical but aesthetic containment of consciousness with the more hedonism and the more materialism. Nation and worldly realms are the domain of Judaism of Estragon waiting for the Messiah while otherworldly and extraterrestrial realms are the domain of the Christian Vladimir waiting for the Messiah. Estragon and Vladimir’s ruminations reveal the philosophizing of humankind in accord with the elusive nature of the mysterious Godot figure. In metafiction these biblical allusions are vestiges of culture corresponding to the parables of the fig tree correlating to wilting and then blooming, and the ten virgins correlating to Vladimir and Estragon’s own suspense while awaiting Godot. 

(Image of two people in black coats and black hats and collared shirts surrounding a man in a striped shirt, pants, and a vest, one on each side).

Further Reading

Biography of Beckett and Conception of Godot, Reviews of Godot in text and in production, Beckett’s friends, pp. 8-23, The friendship of Didi and Gogo in Samuel Beckett’s Waiting for The friendship of Didi and Gogo in Samuel Beckett’s Waiting for Godot, Student Work 8-1-1994, University of Nebraska at Omaha, University of Nebraska at Omaha DigitalCommons@UNODigitalCommons@UNO 

Waiting for Godot through the lens of Christian Existentialism, Master’s Theses and Doctoral Dissertations and Graduate Capstone Projects 2007, Eastern Michigan University DigitalCommons@EMUDigitalCommons@EMU pp. 1-107

Poetry from Ranjan Sagar

Manner of Human

Nothing is permanent.

Don’t stress yourself too much.

Because no matter how bad the situation is,

it will be changed.

Satisfied life is better than successful life.

Because our success is measured by others.

But our satisfaction is measured by our own soul,

Mind and heart.

You’re strong when you know

Your weakness.

You’re beautiful when you appreciate your flows.

You are wise when you learn from your mistakes.

Never regret being a good person to the wrong people.

Your manners says everything about you.

And their manner says

Enough about them.

Ranjan Sagar is an Indian poet in Guderpali Bargarh district of Odisha. He is a comedy script writer, multilingual poet, lyricist and an active social activist who has won numerous awards and recognitions. His work has been published in several foreign literary magazines and newspapers. He is a member and ambassador of international literary associations. The purpose of his writing is bringing about progressive change in society.

Poetry from Don Bormon

Young South Asian teen with short brown hair, brown eyes, and a white collared shirt with a school emblem on the breast.
Don Bormon

The Clouds

Clouds float gently in the sky so high,
Soft whispers of dreams as they drift by.
They gather in clusters, then break apart,
A canvas of wonder, a work of art.
 
White and fluffy, like cotton they seem,
Or dark and heavy, with a storm's gleam.
They dance with the wind, in a graceful flight,
Changing shapes in the morning light.
 
Some bring rain, a refreshing kiss,
Others shade the earth in a moment of bliss.
They tell tales of lands far and wide,
Of mountains, oceans, and the world's great tide.
                                              

Don Bormon is a student of grade nine in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.

Poetry from Engin Cir

Middle aged light skinned Central Asian man with reading glasses, a white collared shirt and black coat standing in front of trees and tables and chairs outside. Framed photo encircled in gold.
Two Broken Hearts 

Staying away from you is torturing me 
Be a little flirty, is there any need for coyness 
While I have opened the door of my heart to you 
Let two broken hearts come together 
If you want to extinguish my burning heart 
This cry of mine is for you, this is a loud call 
Break your horse with spur towards me 
Let two broken hearts come together 
You never show it, you have no words about love 
You have turned to ashes, as if you have no embers to ignite 
Either you are too hesitant or you have no eyes for love 
Let two broken hearts come together 
Don't destroy this ruined heart of mine anymore 
Come hide in my heart and don't come out anymore 
Come on, hold my hands, don't look helpless anymore 
Let two broken hearts come together


NIGHTS DON'T PASS 

Nights don't pass, they don't pass 
Is it possible to get you out of my mind 
Fall into a sleepless night 
I hope you'll understand me then 
You're not on one side, longing on the other 
My poor mind is wasted without you 
If you're left like me in a lonely inn 
I hope you'll understand me then 
When your eyes suddenly fill with tears 
Don't think that troubles will end in the morning 
When you're left in trouble like me 
I hope you'll understand me then 
If the thing you call life disappears one day 
If love, respect, everything ends one day 
If separation comes one day 
I hope you'll understand me then 
Is it certain to reap what you sow 
What do you expect from unkempt soil 
If an old picture makes you cry 
I hope you'll understand me then 


Engin Çir was born on October 29, 1954 in Samsun. He played the alto saz in the school band for two years during his middle school years. In 1970-1971, he continued as a vocal artist in the Samsun Folk Music Association, conducted by Umit Bekir Ağa, for two years. He learned to play the saz on his own. In 1972, he joined the Samsun Music Society Choir, conducted by Taner Cağlayan, and continued his work uninterruptedly until 1979. He entered the Samsun Municipal Conservatory, which was established in 1979. During his four-year education, he took solfeggio and theory lessons from Ali Ozdolap, Ali Özgümüş, Cavit Ersoy, Dr. Turgut Tokaç, Fethi Unal, Nihat Alaca, Şadan Ünsal. Between 1982 and 1989, he studied at the Samsun He worked as assistant conductor and oud player in the Turkish Classical Music Choir at Ondokuz Mayıs University. He passed the Turkish Classical Music pre-listening exam held by TRT Ankara Radio in the 1979-1980 period with an exception contract. He graduated from Samsun Municipal Conservatory in 1984. Later, he worked both as a vocal artist in the executive board and as a lecturer until 1989.

Short story from Nosirova Gavhar

Central Asian teen girl standing out in a grassy field. She's in a flowered blouse with long dark hair.
A Promise

In the bosom of a colorful flower garden, young lovers were looking at each other with bright eyes and excited hearts, the girl:
- May I ask you something?
- Yes, of course.
- Can we have our wedding on my birthday?
- Why on this particular day? There are still ten months to the birthday.
- I want you to play the piano for me on our wedding day. It would be the biggest gift for me on my birthday. It would be a double celebration.
- Say so. Okay. I promise. Of course, I will play the most beautiful tune for you.
Time passed and the wedding day came. Candles were lit, the wedding hall was beautifully decorated, while the son-in-law was sitting in the middle playing the piano, a quiet tune was playing. He kept his promise. But a mournful song dedicated to the bride who recently died of illness was playing in the empty wedding hall…

Nosirova Gavhar was born on August 16, 2000 in the city of Shahrisabz, Kashkadarya region of Uzbekistan. Today, she is a third-year student of the Faculty of Philology of the Samarkand State University of Uzbekistan. Being a lover of literature, she is engaged in writing stories and poems. Her creative works have been published in Uzbek and English. In addition, she is a member of «All India Council for Development of Technical Skills», «Juntosporlasletras» of Argentina, «2DSA Global Community». Winner of the «Korablznaniy» and «TalentyRossii» contests, holder of the international C1 level in the Russian language, Global Education ambassador of Wisdom University and global coordinator of the Iqra Foundation in Uzbekistan. «Magic pen holders» talented young group of Uzbekistan, «KayvaKishor», «Friendship of people», «Raven Cage», «The Daily Global Nation», Argentina;s «Multi Art-6», Kenya’s «Serenity: A compilation of art and literature by women» contains creative works in the magazine and anthology of poets and writers.