Overpasses

If the goal of a person walking on the road is to reach the pass, his thoughts will be occupied only with this. 

Even during the passage of life, until he reaches a certain age, he strives towards his dreams and goals. After passing the passage, he looks back. 

The road some have trodden, 

He analyzes his past life in his own way. He gets his own conclusions. But some people aim to increase the number of passes.

Some people lose their time by continuing on the path of hope. 

That’s right but

Do not forget the summary 

Passes too 

Life account too!

About the author 

Mashhura Ziyovaddinova, daughter of Botirjon, was born on July 18, 2004 in Chust town, Namangan region.

Currently, she is a student of the MPL-BU group in the department of Special Pedagogy Logopedy at Namangan State Pedagogical Institute.

She is the winner of many literature competitions.

Creator of project “Educated youth”. 

Active member of “Leaders’ group”. 

Winner of 1st place on “Start up projects” competition. 

Alumnus of more than 10 projects and educational courses. 

Delegate and member of more than 20 projects.

Mashhura’s journey is marked by passion for literature, reflecting her dedication to personal and academic growth. As she continues her studies, she embodies the spirit of promising individual poised to contribute meaningfully to her community and beyond.

Last Regret

(© https://pin.it/7aY1R9Ldv Image of a person in all black bringing red roses to a concrete tomb dusted with snow.)

– Didn’t you wait? Maryam said in a sad tone. – I’m here. I have a good time. Let’s talk more today. After all, you wanted me to stay with you and talk for a long time. You kept calling. I never answered. I’m not good at talking like a human. I did not ask for encouragement. How selfish I have been. I’m sorry, please forgive me.

As the girl lay her head on her mother’s grave with tears in her eyes, she didn’t want to admit that she was useless.

About the author 

Habibullayeva Madinabonu Abdurashid’s daughter (Madina Rashid)  She was born on July 12, 2007, Torakurgan district, Namangan region. She is currently studying at the Russian language school No. 75 in Chust district. She can communicate in Russian, Turkish, and Kazakh languages. 

Chairman of the Youth Wing of the Democratic Party of Justice.

Head of Torakurgan district’s  “Girls’ Voice”.

Winner of a medal and certificate from the Association of Double Wing Writers of Kazakhstan.

Writer, author of works, stories and articles.

Winner of Handball and Handball competitions

War Diary of Yeugenia Belorusets, Ukraine 2022

The Beginning
Air Raids
Tense Silence
Bomb Shelter
An Extinguished City
Time to Be Brave
“It’s 3:30 p.m. and we’re still alive”
A Way of Life that Swallows Everything
“The night is still young”
A Blemish on the Landscape
Illusions
Too Tired for the Shelter
An Unexpected Gift
Rockets Over Kyiv
In War, One Thinks Only of War
Tactical Retreat
The Picture of the Man and the Cat
Deceptive Illusion
The Houses That Disappeared
“Kyiv will be as clean as Berlin”
“Risk of injury”
The Smell of Burning Forests
Here in Kyiv
Endless Cannonades
Islands of Temporary Calm
In the Nerve Center of Catastrophy
A Changed City
Laughter Returns to Kyiv
A City Drowns in Blood
“This diary cannot be completed; it can only be interrupted”

 
An Ya’s Ghost Music

I was certain this was a dream
Everything besides the mushroom was buried in darkness
“It’s normal that you don’t understand.” the mushroom said.
I had no choice but to trust the mushroom
It was not until later, after the sonata had ended and I was
	stepping into the shower, that I noticed the musky
	smell on my fingers.”

“Can you tell Bowen our town has turned orange?”
“I can send you a picture if you like.”
“It happened the night the dust landed on the river.”
“He fell in and nobody was there to help.”

Apparently, Julia hung herself in the middle of the night
She must have taken a shower beforehand because when they
	found her, her hair was frozen through
“From afar she looked like a giant icicle.”
“I didn’t think she was real.”

I wasn’t sleeping at all at night
I unfolded the instructions that came with one of the mushroom kits
Watch the mushrooms grow
	



 
Random Entries From R. Crumb’s Dream Journal

Dream of Burning Insects
Dream of Right-Wing Christians: I am murdered
Recurring Travel Anxiety Dream
Dream I Will Myself to Shrink in Size
Erotic Dream of Patty and Aline
Dream of Throwing Snowballs
Recurring Dream of Underground Caves
Dream of Being Captured by Government Agency
Dream of Cruel, Sarcastic Brazilian Man
Dream of Double Sex with Aline
Same Day: Dream of Zaro’s Death Ray Machine
Deam of Playing Old-Time Music with Some Young Men 
	and Boys
Dream of Runaway Camel
Dream of Assertive Girl at a Party
Dream of Miniature Gothic Sculpture
Dream of Fucking a Woman
Dream of Finding Old Records and Talking to My Mother
 	on the Telephone
Dream of Scorpion and Shit
Dream of Family of Giants
Dream of Advancing Flood Waters
Nightmare of Hovering Presence
Dream of Flying Saucers and Talking to Aliens

 

Marianne Faithfull

You can’t always get what you want
As tears go by
This little bird
Sister morphine
Just like a woman
First person to say fuck in a mainstream movie
The Girl on the Motorcycle
Naked Under Leather
The Seven Deadly Sins
Pirate Jenny
Ophelia
Florence Nightingale
Maria Theresa
Alice in Wonderland
Irina Palm
Memories, Dreams, Reflections
Three Penny Opera
I Got You Babe Duet with David Bowie
Broken English
20 the Century Blues
A Secret Life
Dangerous Acquaintance(s)
Vagabond Ways
Easy Come, Easy Go
Kissin’ Time: Parental Warning Explicit Content
Blazing Away: Explicit Content with no Parental Warning

 
Myths to Live By: Official U.S. Government Booklet 1950

Your chances of surviving an atomic attack are better than
	you thought
Close to an explosion, your chances are one out of ten
Beyond a half mile, your chances of survival increase rapidly
Injury by radioactivity does not necessarily mean you are 
	doomed to die or be crippled
Don’t be misled by wild talk of “super super bombs”
Doubling a bomb’s power doesn’t mean doubling the damage it
	will do
Blast and heat are the biggest dangers
To protect yourself from blast, lie down in a shielded spot
In your house lie down against a wall
Outdoors: get next to a solid building
To escape temporary blindness, bury your face in your arms
Flash burns are a serious cause of injury: shield yourself from
	the flash
Even a little material gives protection from flash burns so be 
	sure to dress properly
Radioactivity is the only way besides size in which atomic bombs
	differ from ordinary ones
We know more about radioactivity than we do about colds
Injury from radioactivity depends upon the power of the rays and
	particles, how long you were exposed and much of your
	body was hit
Explosive radioactivity is the most important kind, but it is only
	for a moment
Even canned and bottled foods may be irradiated, but will be
	safe to sue them
Vomiting and diarrhea are the first signs of radioactivity sickness
Even if you should get severe radiation sickness you would have 
	a better than even chance of recovery
There is little you can do to protect your house from the blast
It is better to figure on collapse of the upper floors and to take
	cover in the basement
YOU CAN SURVIVE

 
Aspects of Barthes' Mourning 

First wedding night. But first mourning night?
She would say with relief: the night is finally over
In the sentence, “She is no longer suffering.” To what,
	to whom does she refer? What does the present
	tense mean?
Don’t say mourning. It’s too psychoanalytic: I’m not mourning.
	I am suffering.
How am I going to manage to live here all alone? And, at
	the same time, it’s clear there is no other place.
Sometimes, very briefly, a blank moment-a kind of numbness-
	which is not a moment of forgetfulness. That terries me.
…henceforth and forever, I am my mother
I was not like her, since I did not die (at the same time) as her.
The measurement of mourning. Eighteen months for mourning
 	a father, a mother.

Come in My Heart

Come here, in my heart
Here is your paradise.
Hear the sound of love;
The music of dream. 
That adorn the way to heart
To say 'welcome' to you.

Come here, in my heart
See the sea of passion ;
The ferry of emotion ;
The boat of togetherness. 
We are together 
Forever and forever.

Come here, in my heart
We are the legs of the world
Every moment we cross ourselves 
But every moment we are the same
Love is the head of the world
That combines  two hearts
And nake a river of eternity. 

Flowers

A splash of color in the green,
A silent whisper, life unseen,
A delicate dance, a gentle sway,
A bloom unfurls, a brand new day.

From bud to blossom, a wondrous show,
A symphony of petals, soft as snow,
A fragrant sigh, a sweet perfume,
A vibrant canvas, chasing gloom.

They stand in fields, a joyful throng,
Or grace a vase, where they belong,
A silent message, heartfelt and true,
A beauty shared, for me and you.

For in their presence, we find release,
A moment's peace, a heart's increase,
A reminder bright, that life's a gift,
A flower's bloom, a gentle swift.


Turdaliyeva Muxarram Baxromjon qizi was born in 2008 in Namangan, Uzbekistan. Now she is 16 years old. She can speak fluently in English, Russian and Korean.

Haven of Hearts

In the tapestry of life, one thread stands apart,  
Woven with love, stitched deep in the heart.  
A circle unbroken, a bond ever true,  
Family, the essence of me and of you.

Through laughter and tears, in moments of grace,  
We find our sanctuary, our sacred place.  
In the warmth of an embrace, the touch of a hand,  
We discover the strength to bravely stand.

In the whispers of wisdom from those who have known,  
The stories and secrets, the seeds we have sown.  
From the cradle of birth to the twilight of days,  
Family guides us in myriad ways.

A mother’s gentle smile, a father’s steady gaze,  
The comfort of siblings in childhood’s haze.  
Grandparents’ tales of times long gone,  
Echoes of heritage, forever drawn.

Through trials and triumphs, through joy and despair,  
In the arms of family, we are always aware.  
That no matter the distance, no matter the strife,  
Family is the compass, the anchor of life.

So here’s to the moments, both big and small,  
The gatherings, the partings, the echoes that call.  
To the love that is endless, the ties that bind,  
Family, the haven of heart and mind.


Aminova Zebiniso Habibullo qizi was born on April 29, 2005, in the Gʻijduvon district of Buxoro region.

 Eternal Samarqand  

In the heart where history whispers soft and grand,  
Lies a city of dreams, the ancient Samarqand.  
Beneath the azure skies, where legends were born,  
Her streets weave tales of silk and golden morn.

Domes of turquoise, kissing heavens high,  
Minarets that pierce the endless sky.  
Gardens lush with roses, fragrant and bright,  
Whisper secrets of ages, from dawn to night.

The Registan stands, in majestic embrace,  
A tapestry of art, time cannot erase.  
Mosaics gleam with stories, vibrant and old,  
Of scholars and traders, of courage and gold.

Rivers of Zarafshan, like veins through her soul,  
Bring life to the heart of this ancient scroll.  
Where Timur's empire once held sway,  
In shadows of grandeur, echoes still play.

Marketplaces bustling, with colors so rare,  
Spices and silks, in the fragrant air.  
Craftsmen's hands, with deft and grace,  
Carving beauty in every space.

Oh, Samarqand, jewel of the Silk Road,  
In your essence, mysteries unfold.  
Each brick, each stone, a silent hymn,  
To the glory of the past, never dim.

Under the moon's tender, silvered light,  
Your beauty shines, serene and bright.  
A testament to time's gentle hand,  
Eternal and cherished, beloved Samarqand.


Eshbekova Xurshida Anorboyevna was born on June 25, 1989, in Pakhtakor district of Jizzakh region. She is currently a third-year student of the Faculty of Applied Mathematics and Physics at the Uzbekistan-Finland Pedagogical Institute. At the institute, she is the coordinator of the "Talaba Qizlar" (Student Girls) branch of the Youth Union. She is also a scientific consultant at the Quality Publication organization.

She has participated in the "Scientific and Practical Conference on the Introduction and Improvement of Innovative Technologies in Education" held in Germany, organized by Quality Publication, and the conference dedicated to the "ILM- FAN YETAKCHISI" (Leader of Science and Knowledge) forum for young scientists and talented students. At this conference, she was awarded a certificate, a medal, and a book with published articles.