Essay from Zulkhumor Fozilbekova

Young full figured Central Asian teen girl with dark hair and brown eyes in a black blouse with yellow flowers. She's in a classroom with wooden desks.
Zulkhumor Fozilbekova

Education Unleashed: Unlocking Potential and Creating Opportunities

Introduction:

Education is a powerful force that has the ability to unlock the potential within individuals and create a world of opportunities. It is a transformative journey that empowers individuals to grow, learn, and contribute to society. In this article, we will explore how education, when unleashed, becomes a catalyst for personal and societal growth, enabling individuals to overcome barriers, pursue their passions, and shape a brighter future.

1. Breaking Barriers: Education has the remarkable ability to break down barriers that hinder personal and societal progress. It provides access to knowledge, skills, and opportunities that can bridge the gap between social and economic disparities. By leveling the playing field, education enables individuals from all walks of life to pursue their dreams and aspirations, regardless of their backgrounds or circumstances.

2. Empowering Individuals: When education is unleashed, it empowers individuals to take control of their lives and shape their own destinies. It equips them with the necessary knowledge, critical thinking skills, and confidence to make informed decisions, solve complex problems, and adapt to an ever-changing world. Education nurtures curiosity, creativity, and a thirst for lifelong learning, empowering individuals to explore new horizons and seize opportunities.

3. Fostering Innovation: Education is the breeding ground for innovation and progress. When individuals are equipped with knowledge and skills, they become agents of change, capable of driving innovation in various fields. By encouraging critical thinking, problem-solving, and collaboration, education unleashes the creative potential within individuals, fostering a culture of innovation that leads to breakthrough discoveries, technological advancements, and societal development.

4. Cultivating Global Citizenship: Education goes beyond academic learning; it cultivates global citizenship and nurtures empathy, compassion, and respect for diverse cultures and perspectives. When education is unleashed, it fosters an understanding of global issues, promotes tolerance, and encourages individuals to actively participate in creating a more just and sustainable world. It instills values of social responsibility and equips individuals with the skills to address pressing global challenges.

5. Driving Economic Growth: Education is a key driver of economic growth and prosperity. When individuals are educated, they are better prepared to enter the workforce, contribute to the economy, and drive innovation and productivity. Education unleashes human capital, creating a skilled workforce that fuels economic development, attracts investments, and fosters entrepreneurship. It paves the way for economic mobility, reducing poverty, and creating a more equitable society.

Conclusion:

Education unleashed has the power to transform lives, societies, and the world at large. It breaks barriers, empowers individuals, fosters innovation, cultivates global citizenship, and drives economic growth. As we recognize the immense potential of education, it becomes our collective responsibility to ensure equitable access to quality education for all. By investing in education, we unlock the true potential of individuals and create a future filled with endless possibilities and opportunities for everyone.

Remember, education is not just about acquiring knowledge, but about the journey of self-discovery and personal growth. Embrace education, unleash your potential, and let it be the guiding light in your pursuit of a better tomorrow. 

Synchronized Chaos’ Second June Issue 2024: Life, Love, and Death

Artistic pencil drawing of a baby hooked up to an umbilical cord next to a skull with the sun shining in the background.
Image c/o Chris Webber

We wish a very happy Father’s Day to everyone who will celebrate this month! Creativity is an act of fathering, of providing, protecting, nurturing, and raising, as much as birthing works.

Also, at the request of many contributors, we are sharing ways writers and artists can lend a hand to different places in the world.

Literary Ways to Help Ukraine

Engin Program, Online English-speaking conversation partners for Ukrainian youth

Donate to Help Ukrainian Books make grants to librarians and booksellers

Literary Ways to Help Haiti

Children’s book donations through Friends of Humanity

Volunteer virtually with Partners in Literacy Haiti

Now, for our second June 2024 issue, we return to the basics of many human stories: life, love, and death.

Two skeletons dancing, one with a top hat, with a sign in the background saying Kiss of Death.
Image c/o Linnaea Mallette

Z.I. Mahmud explicates how Zeffirelli’s film adaptation of Romeo and Juliet captures the violent and tumultuous atmosphere of the romance. Shuhratova Shaxina praises the clarity of feeling in the writings of Alexander Feinberg as Prasannakumar Dalai illuminates strong, plaintive bursts of feelings of romance and lament.

David Sapp recollects a childhood crush and his mother’s early rebellion against gender roles. Jacques Fleury rebels against the racism and class prejudice against marginalized writers. Aziza Saparbaeva takes pride in her home village and how the people fought for freedom, and Muntasir Mamun Kiron offers up an elegy for the bold warriors who founded Bangladesh.

Ibrahimov Saidakbar outlines the historical accomplishments of Uzbek writer Gafur Ghulam as Zeboxon Akmalova speaks to children’s education and the potential of children and Sadoquat Begamova talks about methods for education of visually impaired young people. Sharipov Ubaydullojon outlines the basics of German linguistics, Narzulloyeva Munisa Bakhromovna highlights the good parts of the Internet but offers a caution against obsession, and Zamira Hakimova explores the etymological roots of the terms Uzbeks use to talk about financial processes as Mamatazimov Kabiljon outlines principles of mechanical safety for workers in industrial plants.

Gulsanam Qurbonova writes about finding the motivation to achieve one’s goals as Amir Hamza describes a lonely boy who rises to the occasion to save lives. Bruce Roberts reflects on the artistic self-assertion embodied in Michelangelo’s David as Xidirova Mahliyo offers a patriotic celebration of her country. Christopher Bernard’s riddle poem invites speculation while drawing on history and myth as Alan Catlin confabulates historical and artistic images into poetry.

Mark Young concocts images combining text and different sorts of shapes, lines, and colors for visual effect as J.D. Nelson links words together into fragmentary monostich poems. Brian Le Lay plays with sound and thought in hay (na) kus that seem bilingual or trans-lingual.

Gregg Norman’s poetic speaker grapples with weather, with what humans cannot control. Graciela Noemi Villaverde’s poem explores feelings of waiting and watching, for the return of hope or a lover. Faleeha Hassan compares writers’ block to the abandonment of a lover. Elmaya Jabbarova evokes the mystery, wonder, and unpredictability of love and happiness. Dr. Jernail S. Anand illuminates how much our world is beyond humans’ influence as John Grey contributes humorous reflections on being stuck, staying or escaping with your mind. Hatamova Charos poetically longs for chamomile and the cities of Oman that are lost to her.

Light skinned ballerina poised between left and right, up and down, with her yellow robe outstretched.
Image c/o Gerd Altmann

Kathleen Hulser speculates on matter remaining as it transforms, suggesting that it is okay to declutter and let go of things. Sushama Kasbekar looks at an old tea set to comment on the constant flow of time and on enjoying what you have while you can. Audrija Paul reflects on the tragedy of love and life nearly lost while Taylor Dibbert reminds us that life after tragedy can be strangely uneventful.

Susie Gharib captures the world-weariness of 2020, full of war and disease, as Mykyta Ryzhykh highlights the world’s tender questions and contradictions and J.J. Campbell recollects a search for love amidst the brutality of those who should have cared for him. For Joan McNerney, the “world is too much with us,” too tiring, scary, and complex, and she finds comfort in the mysteries of nature. Jasmina Rahmatullayeva explores the psychology underlying acts of criminal violence, Dr. Jernail S. Anand laments the selfishness in too many people’s love, and Bill Tope’s protagonist realizes as an adult that his childhood friend was being abused.

Michaila Oberhoffer explores the role social conditioning plays in our emotions in her book The Roots of John’s Happiness. Irodaxon Ibragimova speculates on where we can find happiness and offers gratitude for it. Azimjon Toshpulatov’s hopeful poem asserts that she will find joy one day.

Rachel Gorman-Cooper explores our primal hungers as Jim Meirose provides a humorous take on humans’ deciding everything by committee. Nahyean Taronno begins a horror tale where humans must work together to overcome primal fears and escape the threat of the unknown.

Brian Barbeito idly speculates on life on a horse ranch as Isabel Gomes de Diego sends up photographs of direct encounters with nature and Kylian Cubilla Gomes highlights the subtle and obvious ways we work with and regulate nature. Munnavar Boltayeva urges us to save the environment as Zulfiqurova Muslima discusses pollution of the Aral Sea and the need for restoration and O’razaliyeva Charos revels in the joy of the spring. Terry Trowbridge plays with syntax enough to restore a feeling of wonder at nature.

Silhouette of a tree against the sunshine, grass below looks yellow as well.
Image c/o Andrea Stockel

Duane Vorhees talks about sensual Southern European love, nature, politics and beach life. Norman J. Olson reminisces on a recent European cruise he took with his wife that inspired poetry and sketches. Easa Hossain remembers the green farmland of his home village with nostalgia. Shafkat Aziz Hajam shares regrets over lost love as Daniel De Culla visits a museum exhibit on dinosaurs and speculates on the ghosts in Spain’s past.

Allison Grayhurst offers a tribute to her mother, a very slow, gentle, realistic take on death and caregiving, accompanied by a photo of the sky on each of her mother’s last days. Yuldashev Jumanazar Muradjanovich relates a tale of love that lasts until death while Bill Tope explicates how war can break up families and the extent we can go for love.

Awodele Habeeb claims that the devil and death will not have the final word as Michael Robinson takes comfort in faith and forgiveness. Lidia Popa comments on how humans throughout time have turned to faith to process our feelings about death.

Sandy Rochelle calls us to let go and rest and let life carry us on the winds of change as Michael Stewart gives gentle encouragement to rest, let life take its course. Michelle Reale speaks to an intuitive and spiritual relationship between a father and daughter as Kristy Raines revels in wonder at the tenderness of love. Mesfakus Salahin rests content in an eternal love as Mirta Liliana Ramirez depicts a moment of passion made possible because people trust and feel safe with each other. Dr. Maheshwar Das finds tender joy in faith and birdsong as Anindya Pal offers a sensual tale of rain and love and Don Bormon meditates on the soft and gentle promise of sunrise.

Dilnoza Xusanova highlights the example of compassion in Ahmed Lutfiy Kazanchi’s novel Stepmother. Mukhammadova Mushtaryibegim Otabekovna praises the value and high calling of motherhood. Yuldasheva Xadichaxon’s essay explicates true friendship as Makhzuna Habibova’s poem reflects the exquisite emotions of love and Sevinch Nusratullayevna praises the virtue of kindness. Nigar Nurulla Khalilova rejoices in a love that has overcome major obstacles and stood the test of time. Maja Milojkovic urges people to turn towards caring for each other, starting with gentle inner attitudes. Mahbub Alam celebrates the community and joy created by the Muslim feast and festival of Eid as Nosirova Gavhar remembers an afternoon where she baked and enjoyed mint pie with her mom and grandmother and Muslima Murodova speaks to the healing power of bread cooked with a family’s love.

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Poetry from Sushama Kasbekar

THE COVETED YELLOW TEA SET

Oh the old teacup handle broke today
Quite accidentally I am sad to say
Because it was the family treasure
Only used in small measure

Oh what a  pleasure it had been
As a child to have gazed at the yellow set
From the glass mirror of the cabinet
Nose squashed against the glass with longing eyes

Eyes wide with dreamy sighs 
Of using the coveted yellow tea set some day
Which didn't come in my parents’ time
Finally gifted to my daughter many years down the line 

Hence, dear friends, before the dust catches it all
Use the beautiful sari which still hangs in the cupboard many years’
Or the red T-shirt which lies untouched
Or soon you’ll  feel shy to wear a colour so bold

Do you hoard waiting for a suitable day?
A dress, a shirt, an event or travel?
Do not tary, dear friend, time is short, 
You may never use that old treasured thing you bought

Or visit that favourite place
Or say those loved words
Time swishes past 
Like sand in an hour glass doesn’t last!


Sushama Kasbekar

Poem from Mesfakus Salahin

My Love Will Not


I can forget my memories but not you
I can lose everything but not my love
I can sell my world but not my heart
I can change the face of time but not dream
I can stop everyone but not you
See the flame of dream where love lives
See the wings of love where you fly
Ask your eyes about the seed of love
Planted in your heart before time
Touch the sky and hear my heartbeat 
Every beat tells the story of your existence 
I am not me for a moment without you
 You are everything in my life.
The seasons may change easily
The rivers may dry
Time can fly from here to there
The  hills may change their possession 
The night may be endless
The sun can not rise
The moon may sleep
But my love will not.

Poetry from Hatamova Charos

Central Asian teen girl with long dark hair up in a bun and reading glasses and earrings in a white collared blouse with buttons on the sleeves and a dark blue skirt with a white stripe on the bottom. She's to gray shoes and a wristwatch and is in a building with gold lettering on the wall next to her and wood paneling and a potted green plant.

Dedication

 The longing for Oman burns my soul,

 I’m loveless, I’m unhappy – the word happiness without you,

 Even the moon is falling from the sky,

 Besarhad asked me how I was.

 Bearmon – to a bearman world

 fed

 Chamomile of my heart 

 from the window.

 With countless words spoken,

 My last word asks after 

 at the moment.

 He cries to the sky 

 swans-

 The written words of your grandfather are superior.

 And but, I spoke, I drank,

 i burned

 I grew up in the greatest living room.

 The Maghreb is a stranger, a homeless stranger, 

 He asks, searching my heart

 space

 I will walk around the branch

 the streets

 I’m sorry 

 rebellious

 that’s it.

 They lied 

 the nights are quiet,

 I wandered the lost city.

 I thought you were sorry

 i,

 Wings of Blasphemy

 a simple bee.

Hatamova Charos was born in 2009 in Fergana region. Currently, he is studying at the creative school named after Erkin Vahidov organized by PIIMA. His creative works have been published in several international magazines. The artist’s future goal is to become a poetess, to receive the Zulfiya state award and to become a scholar of literature.

Story from Nahyean Taronno

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Echoes of Ravenswood

Part 1: The Invitation

Ravenswood was a small town surrounded by thick woods. It was a quiet place with a lot of stories about ghosts and mysterious disappearances. Most people didn’t believe these stories, but one legend still scared everyone: the legend of the Blackburn Mansion.

On a cool October evening, four friends—Emily, Jake, Sarah, and David—met at Emily’s house. They had been friends since kindergarten, and now, in their final year of high school, they wanted to have an unforgettable Halloween. They wanted something different, something exciting, something scary.

“Let’s spend the night at Blackburn Mansion,” Jake suggested with a mischievous grin.

The idea made everyone excited but also nervous. The mansion had been empty for decades since the Blackburn family disappeared mysteriously. People said it was haunted, with lights flickering in the windows and strange sounds coming from inside.

“Are you crazy? That place is cursed,” Sarah said, though she looked curious.

“Come on, Sarah, don’t be scared. It’s just a story. We’ll go, check it out, and leave before midnight. It’ll be fun,” Jake encouraged.

After some convincing, they all agreed. They packed flashlights, snacks, and an Ouija board, mostly as a joke. As the sun set, they walked through the forest, the path lit only by the pale light of the full moon.

The mansion stood before them, its once-beautiful face now falling apart and covered in ivy. The iron gates creaked open as they pushed through, and the air grew colder as they walked to the front door. Jake pushed the door open, and they stepped inside.

The inside was dark and dusty, with cobwebs hanging from the ceiling and broken furniture everywhere. The air felt heavy, like the walls were holding the memories of old horrors. Even though they tried to be brave, the friends felt a chill run down their spines.

They explored the ground floor, finding only empty rooms and old furniture. Then, they decided to set up their camp in the grand hall. The high ceiling and fancy chandeliers showed how grand the mansion used to be.

“Let’s try the Ouija board,” Emily suggested, her voice shaking a little.

They sat in a circle, placing the board on the floor and each putting a finger on the planchette. The room was silent, except for the occasional creak of the old house.

“Is anyone here?” Jake asked, his voice echoing.

At first, nothing happened. Then, slowly, the planchette began to move. They looked at each other, eyes wide with disbelief.

“Who’s doing that?” David asked, his voice nervous.

“It’s not me,” Emily whispered.

The planchette kept moving, spelling out a single word: “LEAVE.”

A sudden gust of wind blew through the hall, putting out their candles and leaving them in darkness. They panicked, fumbling for their flashlights. When they turned them on, they saw with horror that the doors had shut themselves, trapping them inside.

“We need to get out of here,” Sarah said, her voice shaking.

They ran to the door, but it wouldn’t open. It felt like an invisible force was holding it shut. They tried the windows, but they were all sealed tight.

“Let’s stick together and find another way out,” Jake suggested, trying to stay calm.

They moved deeper into the mansion, the air getting colder with each step. The hallways twisted and turned, leading them in circles. They passed by portraits of the Blackburn family, the eyes in the paintings seeming to follow them.

Then, they heard a soft whisper, growing louder. It seemed to come from the walls, sounding evil.

“Did you hear that?” Emily asked, her face pale.

Before anyone could answer, the ground shifted beneath them, and they fell into darkness.

Nahyean Taronno  is a student of grade eight in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.

Story from Amir Hamza

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A Brave Boy

One day a boy named Sofiq went to his School. In tiffin time he quarreled with his friends. So, he was distressed. After breaking the school he lonely went to the rail station. Then, he started working beside the train line. Suddenly he noticed that the train line was broken in a place. And that time he the whistled of a train. He could not know what he did. Then, he hit upon a plan. He had worn a red color tea shirt. He put out his tea shirt and then tired it with a stick and trebled it. The driver of the train noticed that and stopped the train. Finally he saved the lives of many people with his witness.

Md. Amir Hamza  is a student of grade seven in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.