YOUNG PEOPLE AND THE INTERNET 

   The internet was first created to store research information for scientists to access them at any time or from any place. The internet has made an immense contribution to globalization.

    Nowadays it is much easier than ever to access the internet. Wherever you are you can listen to  your favorite music, reading the books and things like that. There is no doubt that many young people spend their hours online during their day. It has some cons but also numerous drawbacks.

    One advantage of the internet is that young people can do a lot of useful websites for students. This often helps teenagers to widen their grades. Another positive aspect of the internet is that people can practice the foreign languages by chatting with their friends from other countries. This is a good way of keeping in touch with their friends and family around the world. Even when someone lives hundreds of kilometers from you, you can call each other. In my opinion the internet is an amazing tool. The benefits outweighs the downsides. However we should be careful not to use the internet excessively!
      


   NARZULLOYEVA MUNISA BAKHROMOVNA was born on August 13th,2006 in Surxandarya region Sariasia district of the Republic of Uzbekistan. She graduated school. She accomplished to a lot of achievements. For instance: her articles published on the Germany's "Raven Cage", Kenya's "Mt.Kenya Times" international magazines. Also she is also the member of "All India council of Technical skill development" and the member of "Global Education Ambassador". 
     

Symbol of 20 years of loyalty

Mother... People compare mother in different ways. In fact, mothers are the most precious gift given to us among the blessings of the world. Mother! Who is he, why is she incomparable...

When a person defines something, he first of all looks at himself. In fact, if a child who has just stepped on the threshold of knowledge is asked what he understands by the word mother, he will say without hesitation what qualities and traits he saw in his mother. It is enough to ask us not who your mother is, but what you feel when you hear the word mother. Our mother is embodied before our eyes, and we begin to describe the word mother with her qualities. A mother is a father, loyalty, life, doctor, counselor, friend, confidant, simple-minded, well-wisher, honest, responsible. The above definitions were exactly my answer to the question: "Who is mother?" Yes, my mother is the kind of woman whose loyalty I know is epic in tongues, the one who praises my mother after seeing the paths of life. A mother is probably the only one who can still preserve the loyalty of 2 years of love, who can devote her life to the loyalty of her love and her child.

18 years ago... That terrible event, the night when the 2-year taste of love that was awaited for 24 years was lost. Death came to a family that was full of happiness and took away all their joy in the blink of an eye. He took a woman's husband, love, confidant, dreams and laughter with him. There was only one reason, which connected him with this world and gave him hope that he would have a smile on his face later. A little girl in a crib who doesn't know what's going on, can't even feel it. It was the only relic left by his confidant. Now the woman could see her soulmate only in her offspring. He gave her his life, joy, love, dreams, everything he had. He raised her, she did not even feel that her father was absent. 

It was so much so that even her classmates found out that the girl had no father in the 5th grade, also because of an assignment in the native language class. The woman washed her hair white and combed it, so that she wouldn't lose heart, she pretended that it was coming out of her mouth, so that others wouldn't know her weakness, she confided in him. She taught her daughter so that her life paths would not be like mine, and reawakened her dreams that had turned into mirages. A miracle of God showed itself not to be a miracle, but a miracle. Only a woman, a devoted MOTHER, can do such courage from the blessings created by God. Our mother.

It is said that a human child can endure pain until about 90 bones are broken. Only in the mother's body for 9 months, two hearts beat, and when he was born, he was born with the pain of breaking more than 300 bones. As 9 months are one whole, a woman turns her life into two bodies, holding her life in the hands of death. It's great to give your life, agree to suffer and even give your life as a pledge. That is why Heaven is under the feet of Mothers. Now the counter-respondent?! How? How are we treating them?

To those who gave their lives, put their lives in the middle, spent a piece of our meat night and night, day and night, and threw stones at our beautiful garden, throwing stones at our heels. How are we responding to this man who killed himself?! Instead of comforting him when he is upset, we are the cause of the tears coming out of his eyes. Instead of protecting the pure heart from reproaches and stones, we ourselves are throwing stones. We could not give in to the fact that our tsar missed something insignificant, and we did not even try. 

Did we do at least one good deed for people like him to be proud of us while they are proud and bragging about their children. Now ask yourself a question. When was the last time you said to your mother, "Mom, I love you. Thank you, you said. Do you remember when you prayed for your parents during prayer? Let's open our eyes, friends, they are God's blessing, trust, priceless to us. When you enter your home and your parents' shoes are standing on the threshold, there is no happier person in this world than you. Let's appreciate them! After all, "The last regret is your enemy."

Oh, my mother is chasing after me,

A piece of heart is worth a thousand bribes, mother.

In a bright world seeing every misfortune,

My poor mother who did not see Toshkan.

Did I miss you once as a child?

Have I become your child now?

Humanity is created to want to say the dearest and most attractive words about life, the cradle of life - mother. However, the joy of speech and life, life, and happiness begin with the mother. In the above lines, the poet has described his mother beautifully. In fact, it doesn't matter to him whether we are 7 years old or 70. He always worries and thinks about us. "Is my child okay, has he eaten, is it getting colder, please put on some warm clothes, my child is my child," he says, days are restless, and nights are filled with questions. 

As if this is not enough, it is necessary to put up with the whims of the spouse. Just one piece of heart breaks itself into a thousand pieces. Child, spouse, family, gossip and slander, suffering, diseases are all his responsibility. Only our innocent heart can see all the sufferings and troubles of this world in half of its life and dreams of seeing the capital once. It's no secret that Uzbek women spend the most beautiful years of their lives in labor and suffering, worrying about their family, while Western women are busy traveling the world. 

Our mother is excited to see Tashkent. It is enough to come to the capital once and see its beauty. He brags about his happiness to everyone. If you, as a child, do something good for once, the child's heart will beat with joy. "My child took it for me," he says and shows it to everyone. He rubs his eyes and prays for you every moment. Your small gift will bring joy to the world. 

In fact, there is nothing easier than making our mother happy. A small unexpected gift from you will fill you with happiness and joy. Sometimes you don't even need a gift. All you need is a kind word and good health. If you call me my mother, I will give my life for my child. Yes friends, this necklace is such a miracle. He is a child at heart, his courage is as strong as a man's strength, and his patience is stronger than the mountains, he is just a miracle, and this miracle is our paradise on earth.

In conclusion, it should be said that preserving God's miracle and making his eyes wet with tears of joy is a duty for us as well. Let's not forget that even if we are in his service for the rest of our life, we cannot repay him for the one night he spent awake for us. In front of the good things he has done for us, what we do is like a drop in the ocean. Let's protect our paradise, because God has entrusted mothers.

Mukhammadova Mushtariybegim Otabekovna. Born on 01.05.2005 in the city of Navoi, Navoi region. Currently, she is a 2nd-year student of the computer engineering faculty of Tashkent University of Information Technologies. At the same time, she is a young member of the People's Democratic Party. Until now, she has gained knowledge in many areas. In particular, she studied art, culture, education, politics, psychology, personal development, foreign languages perfectly. Currently, she can communicate in Turkish and English.

Beyond the time 

 Summer hasn't quite arrived yet
 Monsoon has come along 
hidden path 
clouds are coming down the cleavage 
 aroma of love...

God curses the eyes 
lust covered in smoothie blood 
However, the lips continued to climb 
the stairs of wet faith...

Self-decay is never immortal 
When carnival of tears end 
at the burnt seedbed 
Western birds peck their beaks
 In the womb of the world...

Strangulating the earth wants 
to touch the sky 
fosters hideous hunger for love 
in the sinkhole of time 

as the flowers of  first-kiss dry up, 
shame flinders to pieces 
In the clean crownest...  

Happiness

In gardens bright where laughter sings,
And joy blooms on angel wings,
In hearts aglow with radiant light,
Happiness dances through the night.

It whispers in the gentle breeze,
And dances 'neath the rustling trees,
In every smile, in every sigh,
In every tear that's wiped dry.

It's found in friendships, pure and true,
In love that's strong and ever new,
In simple joys that fill each day,
In moments where we find our way.

So let us cherish, hold it tight,
This precious gift, this guiding light,
For happiness, both near and far,
Is the compass to where we are.

Nigora Tursunboyeva was born on February 23, 2009, in Namangan region. Currently, she is a 9th grade student of Ishakhan Ibrat creativity school. Along with writing poems and stories she can speak freely in 4 languages: English, Russian, German and Uzbek.

What is True Friendship?

Annotation: Friendship is a feeling that adorns human life, giving tranquility and peace of mind. Finding a true friend starts with becoming close with them, earning their respect and trust. For trust is nurtured by the peace of the heart and the purity of the soul.

Keywords: Interest, Support, Selflessness, Honesty, Respect, Motivation.

True friendship is the embodiment of a person who stands by you in any situation with their whole heart and wholehearted sincerity. A compassionate soul who cares for you without expecting anything in return, who doesn't demand anything from you. Throughout life, a person experiences various situations: good and bad, problematic, joyful, and a host of others. A person who stands by you during those moments, supports you without expecting anything in return, is a true friend.

Friendship is a tree where its seeds are loyalty, its branches are hope, and its leaves are bliss. Friendship can be described with the following characteristics: interest, trust, selflessness, respect, support, and honesty.

Interest: A true friend is not indifferent to what is happening in your life; they are with you during your good and bad times, showing interest in your work, your mood, and your overall well-being.

Trust: Trust plays an essential role in any relationship. When there is mutual trust in a relationship, people feel true friendship. If someone you trust betrays your secret by telling someone else, it damages the friendship.

Selflessness: Be genuine in your relationship without expecting anything from the person beside you. Some people bring comfort to your soul with their conversations. Not everyone turns out to be as they seem. True friends are those who stand by you during difficult times, not leaving you alone.

Respect: This is an essential element in any relationship between people. When there is respect, the relationship becomes genuine. A person who respects themselves will also respect others. Respect strengthens the foundation of friendship, inspiring envy in groups and collectives.

Support: This involves constantly seeing a person's work, achievements, or shortcomings, guiding them in the right direction, supporting them, and motivating them. A true friend is one who lifts a person's spirits, inspires new hope and trust, and gives good advice.

Honesty: It is characterized by a person accepting another's personality without any additions, speaking the truth in various situations, and expressing genuine concern for the person, even if the truth is harsh.

In conclusion, friendship is a bond built on love, sincerity, simplicity, and truthfulness. The foundation of this bond is built on trust, its bricks are made of love, and its roof is earned through respect. May every person experience such a sincere, true feeling in their lives.

Xadichaxon Yuldasheva was born on January 8, 1993, in Tashkent, Uzbekistan. She has a deep interest in literature and art, particularly enjoying reading ghazals and other forms of literary works. During her school and lyceum years, she actively participated in competitions and contests, achieving notable success in ghazal recitation and poetry composition.

The Unknown
 
I told you not to be demure.
Not to trust the elderly sage with the long beard.
That knowledge is won by astute observation.
By deliberate observation.
By prayer and meditation.
Do not trust what is easy.
Easy always loses.
Persevere and let life guide you.
You have suffered.
Give up trying my child.
Let the winds of change be your metamorphosis.
This is not a dream.
This is the intolerable life of the unknown.
Give yourself over to it.
Let the fantasy and delusion melt into thin air.
Walk the irretrievable journey into oblivion and sunshine.
Let the gifts of life reveal itself to you.
Bend a knee and welcome salvation.
 

 
Teachings
 
Miss no chance to be still.
Lean back against the sink while you brush,
don't roam
into the sickening maelstrom of sights
that remind you why you should fear.
Don't yearn for your worry stone.
Take it from the pocket where it waits.
Feel its softness,
Test its minor heft,
Smell the stone aroma,
Touch it to your tongue, if you dare,
and listen to its heart.
No far-off waves, just you.