Warm bread
Once upon a time, there was a woman named Nora. He had 2 children, one of them was Anwar and the other was Sanobar. The respect of the son and daughter for their mother was boundless.
One day Aunt Nora fell ill. The son was the breadwinner of the family. The daughter looked after her mother all day and sewed a dress. His mother wanted to eat something, but he could not describe what it was. One day distant relatives came to see him. He brought hot bread along with hot soup. Aunt Nora seemed to feel a surge of power as soon as the visitor entered the door. Then he found out that there was hot bread in the knot brought by the guest. He ate a piece of bread and his mood rose. He took care of the guest himself and even recovered.
The next day, in the evening, he was sitting at the table with his children. Then his son said to him:
- Mother asked how you got better by eating plain warm bread. And Aunt Nora:
- My son has a long history of this. I was young. One day my heel ran away. Even then something was eating me, but I never knew what it was. In those days, finding flour was a problem. But my father found flour for me and told my mother to bake bread for me. My mother wrapped hot bread for me. It was when you tried to eat the bread. It was not like other breads at all. I found out the reason later. He could taste the love of my parents. I scolded them in such a way that they were surprised. Since then I have not been sick at all. This happened again. Hot bread could fix me in this too. So, my parents knew about my illness. Therefore, God himself sent me our relative.
You see, my children, there is so much wisdom in simple warm bread - he said and hugged his children.
Her children listened to their mother's story. They also look at their mother:
"You know, mother, when we are sick, we can eat your hot bread and get well," they made her mother happy even more. Since then, Aunt Nora has never been sick.
Dear reader, through this fairy tale, I explained to you the power of the simple bread baked by your mother. So never waste bread. After all, children in some countries are forced to live for a simple bread. Draw conclusions for yourself in the fairy tale!
Murodova Muslima Kadyrovna was born on June 29, 2010 in Jondar district of Bukhara region. Currently, she is a 7th grade student of school No. 30 in this district. Her first poem was published in 2024 under the name "Come beautiful spring". Winner of many achievements, she won the 2nd place at the festival held in the district. She won the 1st place in the district stage and the 2nd place in the regional stage of the "Bakhtim Shul: Zulfiyasiman Uzbek" contest. Her first anthology was published by the UK publisher Justfiction Edition.
THE VOYAGE OF IGNORAMITY AND THE CELESTIAL CONSPIRACY
Dr. Jernail S. Anand
“Man is on his Voyage of Ignoramity. Knowledge has failed to light his way to eternal happiness. Worldly wisdom writes the ethics of human folly. Man, in spite of his grand opening, ends up as an epic failure, in the absence of para-existential knowledge which is denied to him as a part of some celestial conspiracy.”. – Dr. Anand
Man is an ignoramus. And as times pass, the stock of his ignorance is getting multiplied. It is a strange paradox. The higher we move on the ladder of knowledge, the lower descends the quotient of human awakening. If you blind-fold a man, and then, let him around, this is our situation in spite of the fact that we are having eyes, and a keen vision. We can look into the skies, and discover new planets. But, there is something so dense, so cloudy, yet so close to us, into which no human eye can pierce. It is man’s destiny.
WORLD-WISE
With our wisdom, we try to make the best of our lives. And there are millions across the globe who follow a nearly uniform pattern. We get education, and then, try to get some good job. We go for a suitable marriage, and both the husband and wife start earning. Then there are kids, who are growing up, and studying in the best schools. We are enjoying wealth that we have accumulated by our smart wisdom. Parents used to go to shrines and we are continuing with that tradition. We observe festivals, and holy days. And are happy too. What is amiss?
WHAT IS AMISS?
When I asked him what you are giving back to society, pat came the reply, ‘I organize ‘bhandaras’[food to religious gatherings]. I have opened an NGO, to help destitute children.’ He makes me speechless. He is a successful man. He has no idea that gods think otherwise. If he faces problems, they are god given, he is sure. And if he is successful, it is because of his own smartness. He remains happy in his all-pervading ignorance.
THE VOYAGE OF IGNORAMITY
While moving through this ‘voyage of ignoramity,’ he is quite unaware that he has cultivated a lot of pride. ‘I’ do this. I ‘did’ this. Was this ‘I’ really doing things? The material happiness that came his way, was it all his doing? How much intelligence that he commanded was put into use when he got the wife he got? And, was his wisdom used in any way, when his wife conceived? The greatest issue before him is: Can he do what he wants to do? Even if there is none to check him, still there are certain invisible checks which stop him from doing his will. Further on, if he succeeded in doing his will, the results are not necessarily according to his wishes. They defy logic. Even things which seem within his reach, suddenly slip out and start challenging him. He marries the best girl around, with hundred percent certainty and calculations, yet, from where the fretting and frowning came in? He may be eating very sensibly, still he develops severe ailments. What are the things that finally affect a man and his actions, and therefore, his destiny?
A PARA-EXISTENTIAL QUESTION
The first important thing to understand is that the world in which we are born, is a system already in operation. It did not come into existence on the day we were born. This system was responsible to make the cosmic provisions for sustaining life. Man was never asked his willingness to enter this system. Secondly, He was not asked where he will be born, and to whom. Can anyone choose his parents? Or can parents choose their offspring? These are para-existential questions whose answers cannot be supplied even by the science. Astrology can approximate the facts, but science is absolutely helpless to tell, what type of a child a man is going to give birth to. Science cannot predict the graph of a man’s life, nor the ups and downs he might face. All these things are possible in astrology, which means all that we get, or all that we do, or all that we cannot do, is under the influence of stars. In other words, it is predestined. History is already written. We are not to write it, but only to discover it.
THE BIG-BROTHER SYNDROME: ARE WE BEING WATCHED?
Are we being watched by gods? Some friends from the world of atheism might stop reading further. I have a strong feeling that we are very keenly watched and granted boons or inflicted curses and punishments by gods, who are sitting on a dedicated TV screen, as we sit before the TV watching the up and down of share market. Each moment, not only our actions, but even our thoughts are adding up, and the balance sheet is reflected every second, as if it is a digital system. But some issues still fox human wisdom. How come we do something with best of intentions. Still, things fall apart. Who writes the script which we have to act out?
ATHEIST FRIENDS, NO USE READING FURTHER
We want a hundred things in our prayers, only a few are granted, decision for all others is reserved by gods. Let us think why a certain prayer was granted, and why others were not granted? If we can decipher the anatomy of our wishes, we will realize that only those things that are helpful to us, are granted, and those prayers in which we demand things which might harm us, are denied. And this operation is carried out silently.
Now, who decided what should be granted and what not? God is a kind father, and he ensures the good of his children, like you or me. We cannot let any harm come to our kids. But still, harm comes to them. In the same way, gods too are helpless. Some foul things might happen to their sons and daughters, because they are existentially necessitated. When you overdo something, some punishment is needed, after which, you can feel exonerated and equalized. In the same way, those who tell lies and get their work done by hook or crook, do not go scot free. Gods don’t let anyone escape the punishment he deserves for his acts of omission and commission. The only difference between human justice and ‘la justice divine’ is that in the court of god, no one is subjected to a punishment which he does not deserve.
We are being watched. And whatever we do, or even think, we are free at it, but everything is recorded and placed before the gods who arbitarize* over our joys and sorrows. Human courts can be bribed or they may fail to deliver justice, but la court divine is fail-proof. But, it also underlines the fact that we have very limited freedom. We possess the freedom how to arrange the things that have been made available to us. At the most, if we love truth, we can create beauty with our actions and thoughts. Only these actions of ours are liberating. Human destiny is man’s creation, and if he wants to change it, he can change it, provided he acts with caution, and brings grace and maturity to the conduct of his life. No hope if we choose to live with our mighty ignoramity which can be a celestial conspiracy too. [copyright with the author].
[*arbitarize: verb like arbitrate, not to be found in the dictionary]
Dr. Jernail Singh Anand, President of the International Academy of Ethics, is author of 161 books in English poetry, fiction, non-fiction, philosophy and spirituality. He was awarded Charter of Morava, the great Award by Serbian Writers Association, Belgrade and his name was engraved on the Poets’ Rock in Serbia. The Academy of Arts and philosophical Sciences of Bari [Italy] honoured him with the award of an Honourable Academic. Recently, he was awarded Doctor of Philosophy [Honoris Causa] by the University of Engg and Management, Jaipur. Recently, he organized an International Conference on Contemporary Ethics at Chandigarh. His most phenomenal book is Lustus: The Prince of Darkness [first epic of the Mahkaal Trilogy]. [Email: anandjs55@yahoo.com Mobile: 919876652401[Whatsapp]
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Save nature!
As much as the universe is bright,
Our heart will be bright.
If our house and street are clean,
Our hearts will also be clean.
We humans leave garbage,
We damage the whole world,
Without planting trees and flowers,
We cut down without cruelty...
"No, no..."
This is not a cruel world,
These are cruel people...
Everyone needs love,
Nature and flowers,
To grow and live
Let's protect it for our children,
Let's protect it for our future,
Let's protect the green nature...
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Peace is needed!
Oh my friends in the world,
Give me your hand.
I am against knocking today
Give peace to my dear path.
We are united on the good path,
May peace be in our hearts,
This is our clear sky.
May peace shine forever,
We need love We need happiness
The only feeling of friendship for us.
Oh my friends from afar,
It is the dream of the universe to share goodness.
The anger of the earth will burst on the bad day,
The one who suffers, is swallowed by the earth.
If you love the earth, it will live.
If it gets angry, it will sleep in the dark.
We need peace, we need goodness.
Let us rest peacefully at night,
Poets of the world we meet today,
Let us sing a song of goodness.
We need peace
We need happiness!
Heart flowers
The more beautiful the world is,
The heart will be so flowery.
In the soil where the flowers grow,
Love always expresses.
Love is the decoration of the heart,
Love is the decoration of the world,
Nature takes away color,
The flowers are beautiful from the light.
When love disappears from the heart,
It looks like a drought...
Hearts without love are like
To a world mired in poverty.
Love makes flowers grow,
Fill the heart with happiness,
The smell of childhood remains,
There will be rejuvenation in the world.
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Add Subtract
Nothing is ever subtracted
Since the world we know is complete
What’s taken away
is added somewhere else
Its quirky cluster of molecules
shaken and re-assembled
into dog hair and mushrooms
or fact and flatulence
So let your subtraction embrace addition
And enjoy the guises hung
In the deep closets of reality.
My joy is spring
Spring always gives us happiness
Everyone feels a sense of joy
Most girls dance and use a powder
Old ages make us laugh to enjoy
I am happy about the season
That's why flowers are everywhere.
I like spring, but I don't know how
My heart blooms when spring is here.
The nature of spring is captivating
Various birds fly on one side
My heart cries out for alerting
Every facet of spring with me alongside.
O'razaliyeva Charos lives in Uzbekistan, Syrdarya region, and attends a creativity school which is named after Halima Xudoyberdiyeva.
Homeland
Your love is for me,
Just let one word come out of my body:
Homeland! you are always with me
My glory, my love, you are my everything.
I will never be apart from you
I can stay without you
Let this be a confession for you.
You are the air to me, my dear country,
I bow to you a thousand times, my country.
Even your deserts are paradise,
Companion always success to you,
There is no more trouble in your head,
You are my pride, my pride.
Dear ruiner of all,
Indeed, in destruction lies your own pleasure,
Amidst sorrow and sadness, springs up your own joy,
Your success sight, is to watch other success dimming.
Devil, I know your laughter is ignited, when a tranquil heart turns violent,
Your smile is sparked, when a blossomed flower withers,
Your solace reigns, where lovebirds suddenly be at daggers drawn.
Devil, I know the contentment you crave, is to put humankind in grief.
Surely, I know in miles you have ruined,
Leaving every single stage of this journey scathed and shattered,
Incessantly stabbing the innocent flesh of this vulnerable heart,
Mercilessly carving there the holes of bitterness,
Heartlessly disposing of this injured heart to the abyss of sorrowful thoughts.
But, Devil, do not yet, yell of conquest!
For the end, still vague to foresee the outcome,
For my defeat now, can transition to triumph,
That my wound would meet healing in the end,
And my feebleness would wear the garment of mightiness.
Devil, do not ever laugh yet!
For even in your laughter, is no tone of lastingness.
Dear Devil,
Remember, if you do not laugh last, you do not laugh best.
