SUMMARY 

Time flies without looking back

Rushing like a man without passion 

Without combing his loose hair

He runs too fast

Taking a day of childhood 

I don’t know where it went?

Put it in a bag called life

Goes along the beach

I called again and again, but 

He didn’t even turn around. 

A big problem in the heart, 

He quickly got on a horse and ran away

Light’s eyes grew dim

Night fell in my hut

It didn’t leave my body

A time when my heart was crushed

From this day I learned the value of time,

Eyes wide open today, 

I used even the night

The knot that bound it was not resolved.

The end is invisible

Time is still running out

Mashhura Ahmadjonova was born on October 25, 1999 in Uychi district of Namangan region. The winner of the 2nd place in the regional stage of the “Most Active Reader” Republican competition. Member of the Indian organization “All India Council for Technical Skill Development”, the Argentinean organization “Juntos pol las letras”

(Central Asian woman with a white collared shirt and a black vest against a white wall)

Teacher (to my teacher Halimova Saltanat)

I am glad to have a teacher like you

I am lucky, my throne is mine,

I promised to be faithful

Dear Saltanat Domla.

My teachers are wise,

The most beautiful, kind

The whole world loves him

Dear teacher Saltanat!

Even the definition of the universe lol

You have a lot of words,

I am the best in the world

Immaculate teacher Saltanat.

He teaches beautiful lessons,

Students love it

He will catch you even if you fall

My supporter is Domla Saltanat.

He always encourages me,

Hey, you’re a scientist, Rayhon.

reach your goal

He believes that I will get a scholarship

like a loving mother

always supports me

Gentle, dear like my father

I’m glad to see him.

Sobirjonova Rayhona, a 9th-grade student of the 8th general secondary school in Vobkent district, Bukhara region. She was born in December 2008 in the village of Chorikalon, Vobkent district, in a family of intellectuals. Her parents supported her from a young age. She started writing in the 3rd grade. Her first creative poem was published in the newspaper “Vobkent Hayot”. She has also published extensively in Synchronized Chaos, India’s Namaste India Magazine, Gulkhan Magazine, Germany’s RavenCage Magazine and many other magazines and newspapers. She has actively participated in many competitions, placed highly and won many prizes. She is still busy creating.

Everyone has the right to be happy!

There is a girl whose dreams are like an ocean, she cries a lot! A lot of stress, but did not give up!

In the whirlwind of life, she took full advantage of her opportunities!
Cut off the bite! Diligent Jussasi is a small but brave girl! He also wanted to be happy! And found a way to be happy! Let’s find out how he did it!

The book is very dangerous, if you read it, you can be happy! Be careful! Luck is coming your way!!

Many people analyze the word happiness in different ways, let’s first understand the meaning of the word happiness! Happiness is actually your existence, your family, true friends, your favorite study, your favorite profession, your favorite place, your favorite country, all these are part of happiness. Do not look for happiness! – discover it yourself! . Are happy people only rich people? No, everyone can feel happiness! And I know that it is right. I know that this life breaks you a lot, I know that life has thrown you to different places! Get up and live again, how many things you haven’t discovered yet, scientists have studied 97~98% of the surface of the earth, but how many things are unexplored in the ocean and underground! So you have the opportunity and time to breathe? Is your heart pounding? do you love So you have a chance to be happy!

Maybe you feel like you are lagging behind? Everyone seems happy in the virtual world except you? Maybe your heart is tight and you cry every night? Know that morning comes after night, happy days are waiting for you like spring after winter! You just live! Happiness itself comes out from under your feet. Yes, do what you love, participate in your favorite activities, eat your favorite food. And happiness slowly begins to form in you!

Walk away from things that bring you down, even if it’s hard! Try to fix the thing that spoils your mood! it will come from your hand, I believe in you!

Everyone’s jealous these days, right?
Don’t tell anyone your goals! Eyes can touch!

Spend more time with your loved one first, with your family, because we all trust each other! Let’s appreciate our parents when they are alive! Our family is our source of energy that always supports us!

I ask myself, “Are you happy, Laila?” My answer will be like this!
I create my own happiness, I do what I like, I stop putting barriers on myself, I don’t lose my identity, maybe I’m a hudbin? Maybe the best person? Maybe a bad friend is a bad child? I will try to be good and I will do it!
Life can’t beat me, I won’t give up!

Do you see your reflection in the mirror every day? Compliment yourself
I am beautiful
I’m smart
I am rich
I chose a profession that I love
I am studying in the university I want
Say thanks to God that everything is perfect with me!

Believe 100% that everything will be fine and think good things!

Maybe everything will not be like before, but believe that it will be better than before!
Are you a teenager? Between the ages of 16 and 26, everyone experiences stress and depression. Don’t let these two defeat you! Don’t give up your expensive life for this cheap world! Just go ahead and take risks.
I’m sure you’ll be glad you didn’t give up when it all comes down to it!

I always asked myself, why am I so lazy? Why am I so stupid? Why do I cry so much?
Why? why ?why ?
The questions covered my head.
I am a teenage girl like you! I have no superiority over anyone. I would also like to feel happiness.
Happiness is actually a miraculous feeling that comes when we don’t expect it!
If you do what you like, happiness will develop in your heart!
Let’s be happy together!

can you see
Can you distinguish colors?
Can you speak?
Are you walking home late without someone’s help?
So you are on the threshold of the formula of happiness!
Let’s go inside. Do you agree?

My sister ~ my sister! Be happy BROTHERS! Remember me when you are happy!

I am happy!

Layla is the author of the book “Everyone has the right to be happy”.

(Female teacher with dark hair and a braid, a white collared shirt and black vest and skirt passes out paper to young girls at wooden desks in a classroom)

My teacher

Where should I hit my head, teacher? 

After all, you were alone in the world,

I loved you with all my heart

Your love is world famous

It is my duty to glorify your name

I broke my pen without describing you

I have no energy to write to you

I got it from the white paper. 

Why did you take another class? 

At least you could fill it

I remember I want to cry

My sweet time with you.

He always encouraged me, 

I don’t want to leave you alone for a moment

I write poems only for you

Kind, for a girl as big as my father.

I have a pain near my heart

A piece of my heart was torn out

I am always with you Rayhonjon

He smiled and laughed once.

He lied that he will get it next year 

I wish I had this teacher again

May we also laugh with eternal joy

The lessons are also good, the voice is pleasant.

My dear teacher is different anyway, 

Teaching style, style is different, 

 trained thousands of disciples, 

He is interested in learning until the age of seventy. 

It will always remain in my heart, 

I will raise your name to the sky, 

My heart trembles when I hear your name 

My eyes are happy every time I see it.

May he always be healthy

Let the sun of reason shine in the sky

This is my great teacher

His patience is equal to the universe. 

My teacher is my teacher, my shield is like my mother

I’m alone in this world, real,

teachers are a masterpiece

Always be healthy, my only one

Author: historian, geographer 

Sobirjonova Rayhona

I am Sobirjonova Rayhona, a 9th-grade student of the 8th general secondary school of Vobkent district, Bukhara region. I was born in December 2008 in the village of Cho’rikalon, Vobkent district in an intellectual family. My mother and father supported me from a young age. I am also interested. I started writing in my 3rd grade. My first creative poem was published in “Vobkent Life” newspaper. In addition, many magazines were published in America’s Synchaos newspaper, India’s Namaste India magazine, Gulkhan magazine, Germany’s RavenCage magazine and many other magazines and newspapers. my creative works have come out. I actively participated in many contests and won high places and received many gifts. Creativity is my precocious nature. I am very interested in creativity and enjoy every line. Of course, I will become a great person and bring the name of my country Uzbekistan to heaven, God willing!!!

I don't love

I don't give a damn anymore
I will not burn again,
Lovers are unfaithful,
I don't love a rich girl.

As the waters flow into the stream,
As the rich feed the rich,
The heart is broken,
I don't love a rich girl.

Faithful promises,
Their love is lies,
He laughed at me,
I don't love a rich girl.

A fairy in a white dress,
Mom tell me what to do
I won't come back now
I don't love a rich girl.

Bahram Toji don't cry,
Don't give up,
There are many beauties in the world,
I don't love a rich girl.

Homeland

Navoi’s blood flows in my veins,

Jalaluddin left a legacy, his soul. 

Temur’s glory gives pride,

Kutlug is on my tongue – Homeland, the word.

Your flag of Hilpirar, fly over my head, 

Children in your arms, every moment is sweet. 

Without you, the seven worlds are too narrow for me. 

Your land is holy, and all around it. 

Motherland – you are lonely in the flower beds, 

My dear bird, you are the best in the world. 

You are the genius who gave the climate,

You can’t find a comparison with me.

Abdullah Ariflar, Erkin Vahidlar,

It is written – a beautiful ode for you, 

My hands tremble, all are witnesses, 

Your name still stands – between the lips…

I started it, and now there’s no going back. 

My heart flutters – in my heart. 

There’s no way, but it’s never been said,

A passionate name, the word “Motherland” is on the tip of the tongue.

Ismailov Shukurillo 09.08.2024

Ismailov Shukurillo was born on June 5, 2007 in the village of Sarikorgon, Uchkoprik district, Fergana region. As he has a strong interest in music and literature from a young age, he will start studying at the “Children’s Music and Art School” in 2019. Now 

26 – 11th grade student of general secondary school. He started writing poems from the age of 12. His creative works have been published several times in regional, regional, republican and international magazines. He actively participated in many competitions and received souvenirs. He was elected as the coordinator of his region by the “Shijoat free volunteering” team.

At the same time, he is busy writing large and small works of art. His future dream is to become a sharp writer and poet.

Wise teacher

After the bell rang for the recess, uproar started in Class 2 “B”. It was impossible to understand anything because everyone’s words sounded out of order from all sides. A little girl named Nozima stood in the middle and cried, the children surrounded her. Later it became known that Nozima’s money was stolen. She had been saving her daily lunch money for a long time to buy a present for his mother’s birthday. She asked all her classmates, but could not find any money.

In fact, it was clear that the boy who took it would not give and admit that “I stole.” The next lesson, Nozima and her teacher entered the mother tongue class together. The teacher found out about everything and was very angry with the children. After greeting the children, the teacher thought for a while and said: My children, let’s do something together now. But first, think about how bad it is to steal. Nozima wanted to make her mother happy by buying a gift for this money, after all… Whoever took it, please return it without telling anyone. I will help you.

Then the teacher opened Nozima’s bag and showed it to all the children. It was empty. Then she placed it on a chair in the corner. The teacher once again asked the students to throw the money in this bag. Two students held a large cloth and formed a small shelter next to the bag. All the students stood in line and started to enter from one side of the fabric and exit from the other side. Finally, when all the students passed, the teacher took the bag and checked it. The most surprising thing was that money appeared in the bag!

That day, the boy who stole the money was not ashamed, and the money was returned to its owner. All the children admired the wisdom of the teacher. 

Written by Ochildiyeva Shahnoza, student of  University of Journalism and communication of Uzbekistan

Translated by Ochildiyeva Dilnoza, student of Samarkand State institute of foreign language