A baby girl was born into a family. They named her Sabriya because her parents had waited many years for her birth. Eight years before Sabriya was born, her elder sister named Maftuna had passed away when she was only three months old. She had been born prematurely and could not survive.
Two years later, Sabriya’s brother Umarbek was born, but he lived only for two days. Unable to bear the pain of losing her children, their mother became seriously ill. Years passed, and finally Sabriya was born. Her parents were overjoyed at her arrival. They organized a feast for relatives and neighbors and cared for Sabriya with great love.
When Sabriya turned two years old, her younger brother Hayotbek was born. They cherished him dearly as well. Three years later, Sabriya’s little sister Barchinoy was born. By then, Sabriya was already five years old. Their family was very close and loving. The three children always cared for and helped one another.
One day, when Sabriya was in the 7th grade and Barchinoy was in the 2nd grade, Sabriya was cooking. Barchinoy said:
— “Sister, let me help too.”
Sabriya agreed and explained what needed to be done, while she went to clean the hallway. There was boiling water on the stove. Barchinoy tried to lift the kettle, but it slipped from her hands and spilled onto her foot.
“Si-i-ster!” Barchinoy screamed loudly.
Sabriya ran over and saw that her sister’s foot had been badly burned. She quickly cut a potato in half and placed it on the burn. In those days, people often used potatoes instead of medicine for burns. Their mother saw what had happened and became frightened. Barchinoy’s foot was badly injured, and her mother scolded her. After that incident, Barchinoy stayed away from the kitchen for years.
Days passed. One day, their mother gave Barchinoy and Hayotbek a plate of samsa and asked them to take it to their grandmother’s house. Barchinoy carried the plate in her hands. While walking, she tripped over a stone, and both the plate and the samsas fell to the ground.
Hayotbek quickly helped his sister stand up. Barchinoy cried because she had hurt her foot and the plate had shattered into pieces. Fortunately, the samsas had been wrapped in a bag. Hayotbek gathered them and placed them back into the bag.
As they continued walking, the siblings talked:
— “Brother, what will we do now?” — “We’ll still give them to Grandma. What else can we do?” — “What will we tell Mom?” — “We’ll tell her the truth.”
After delivering the samsas to their grandmother, they returned home. Their mother asked:
— “Did you take the samsas to Grandma?” — “Yes, we did,” Hayotbek replied.
Their mother noticed Barchinoy’s bandaged hand and became worried. Barchinoy explained everything, and both siblings lowered their heads and apologized. Their mother smiled and said:
— “It’s alright, my children. The most important thing is that you are safe.”
That evening, their mother Maryam cooked pilaf, and the whole family happily ate together around one table.
Years passed, and Sabriya grew into a beautiful young woman. Suitors frequently came to ask for her hand in marriage. One day, the son of Samad aka’s close friend came as a suitor. Samad aka spoke with Sabriya:
— “My daughter, you’ve grown up. As you can see, many suitors are coming to our home. My friend’s son has asked for you. What do you think?”
Sabriya blushed shyly and replied:
— “Whatever you decide, father.”
— “Then meet Jamshid tomorrow at the park.”
— “Alright, father,” she said and went to her room.
The next morning, Maryam aya was baking bread in the tandir oven, while Sabriya prepared for the meeting. She looked more beautiful than a princess from a fairy tale. Before leaving, she said:
— “Mother, I’m going now.”
— “Go safely, my daughter,” Maryam aya replied.
Sabriya and Jamshid talked for a long time and realized they were perfect for each other. Both families approved of the marriage. The wedding was planned for two months later, and both families began their joyful preparations.
Soon, the wedding day arrived. Everyone was happy. Accompanied by the sounds of traditional trumpets and drums, Sabriya left her parents’ home and entered Jamshid’s household as a bride.
Sabriya and Jamshid lived a very happy life together. A year later, Maryam aya and Samad aka became grandparents. Sabriya and Jamshid became parents—not to one child, but to twin boys. They named them Hasanjon and Husanjon. The family was extremely happy.
But sadly, their happiness did not last forever.
Years passed, and Hasanjon and Husanjon turned four years old. Relatives gathered to celebrate their birthday. Hayotbek gave each twin a bicycle as a present. Since the twins were born in spring, a gentle breeze was blowing outside. They took their bicycles and went out with Hayotbek.
Hayotbek met a friend and became distracted while talking. Meanwhile, the twins rode their bicycles toward the main road. A large truck was speeding down the road. Hayotbek turned around and saw the horrifying scene—the twins were on the road, and the truck was rushing toward them at great speed.
There was almost no distance left between the truck and the twins. Hayotbek screamed with all his strength:
— “No-o-o!”
The next morning, after the dawn prayer, four deceased family members were buried. After the tragedy, Sabriya often fainted from grief. The women around her would splash water on her face to bring her back to consciousness. Barchinoy cried endlessly. Samad aka became seriously ill and was hospitalized for a month.
Whenever Jamshid and Sabriya saw children playing in the street, they remembered their sons and sighed deeply in sorrow.
Two years later, suitors began visiting Barchinoy as well. She married a young man named Rustam. That same year, Jamshid and Sabriya had another child. They raised the child with endless love and care.
A year later, Barchinoy and Rustam also had a daughter and named her Sevinch. However, two years after Sevinch was born, Samad aka passed away. By the will of Allah, he too left this world during the spring season.
That is why, whenever spring arrives, Sabriya and Barchinoy feel a deep sadness, remembering all the memories and sorrows they experienced in the past.
Madina Asliddinovna is an 8th-grade student at School No. 16 “Jasorat” in the Qashqadaryo region. From an early age, she has shown great interest in creativity, reading books, and journalism, and is recognized as one of the active and inquisitive students.
She began her creative journey at a young age by launching her personal blog on Telegram, where she shared her thoughts and opinions on various topics.
Madina successfully completed the “Efirdamiz” course, further improving her knowledge and skills. She was invited several times to the “Fayzli Kun” program of Qashqadaryo Television Channel, where her creative works were presented on television. Her performances were also broadcast on Madaniyat va Ma’rifat TV Channel.
Her creative works have been published in local and international websites and magazines. In particular, her works were featured on the international literary platform ATUNIS Poetry. Additionally, her writings appeared in international anthologies published in the United States, including Voices Without Borders and Ziyo Izidan.
Madina is the holder of several international certificates and has actively participated in various competitions, where she received cash prizes, books, and commemorative gifts.
She has been recognized as a favorite student by journalist Nigora Tog‘ayeva and continues her creative activities in collaboration with international organizations.Despite her young age, Madina Asliddinovna is a promising and talented young creator who is striving to establish her place in the fields of creativity, journalism, and media.
Success is not only about material achievements; it is about reaching the goals one sets, feeling inner satisfaction, and increasing self-worth. In psychology, the concept of success is closely related to realizing one’s potential. According to Maslow’s hierarchy of needs, the highest level is self-actualization. However, reaching this peak requires not only knowledge and opportunities but also patience, confidence, and the ability to overcome fear.
Today’s world is fast-paced and highly competitive. Every day, hundreds of people start new ventures, yet not all of them succeed. Why? Because many are afraid to take the first step or give up after a few failures. In reality, successful people are not necessarily more talented than others—they are simply those who are not afraid to start, who are patient, and who believe in themselves.
Psychologists have developed various theories to explain success. For example:
Albert Bandura’s theory of self-efficacy shows that a person’s level of success depends more on their belief in their own abilities than on their actual skills. Confident individuals are not afraid of challenges and are willing to try new opportunities.
Angela Duckworth’s “Grit” theory states that the most important factor in success is not talent, but perseverance toward long-term goals.
Martin Seligman’s positive psychology theory highlights the role of optimism in success. Optimistic people view failure as temporary and try again.
These theories confirm that success is a product of mindset, confidence, and determination.
Thus, the first condition is learning how to manage our thoughts properly.
Chapter II: Overcoming Fear – The First Step Toward Success
Fear is a mechanism that has protected humans since ancient times. However, in today’s world, fear often distances us from opportunities. The thought “If I start, I might fail” holds many people back. Psychologists call this “failure anxiety.”
Research shows that 60–70% of people are afraid to start new projects because they see mistakes as defeat. In reality, mistakes are lessons, and failure is experience. Successful individuals like Steve Jobs, Elon Musk, and J.K. Rowling all faced multiple setbacks, but they kept going.
To overcome fear, psychologists recommend:
Cognitive reappraisal: Replace negative thoughts with positive ones. Instead of “I will fail,” say “I will gain experience.”
Step-by-step action: Break big goals into smaller parts.
Visualization: Imagine achieving your goal. Neuropsychology shows that visualization sends positive signals to the brain and motivates action.
Chapter III: Patience – The Hidden Power of Success
In today’s fast-moving world, people expect quick results. However, success is a marathon, not a sprint. In psychology, patience is defined as the ability to wait for long-term rewards.
The famous “Marshmallow Experiment” (1972) showed that children who were able to delay gratification were more successful later in life.
Patience is not just waiting—it is consistent effort toward a goal. According to Angela Duckworth’s research, patience and perseverance lead to greater success than talent. Patient individuals are more adaptable, resilient to stress, and committed to long-term goals.
Confidence is not simply liking yourself; it is believing in your abilities.
According to Bandura’s theory, individuals with high self-confidence:
Are not afraid to start new tasks
View mistakes as experience
Show more initiativeEffective ways to build confidence:
Remember your achievements. This sends a “I can do it” signal to your brain.
Break goals into realistic plans. Each completed task increases confidence.
Surround yourself with positive people. A supportive environment boosts motivation.
Chapter V: Don’t Be Afraid to Start – Today Is the Best Time
Many people wait for the “perfect moment.” In reality, perfect conditions never come. That’s why the best time is today. Psychologists call this the “Now or Never” principle.
Three steps to start:
1. Define your goal – know why you are starting.
2. Make a plan – but don’t wait for it to be perfect.
3. Take action – even a small step matters. Action creates motivation.
Conclusion: Success Is a Process
Success does not come overnight. It is a continuous process that involves patience, confidence, and overcoming fear. If you take the first step today, you are already closer to your goal.
Abdusalomova Marjona Jahongir qizi was born on May 30, 2008, in the Jizzakh region. She initially studied at School No. 38 in the Forish district until the 9th grade. Currently, she is studying in a specialized class focused on biology and chemistry at School No. 31 in Jizzakh city.
Marjona is the holder of more than 35 international certificates and is a participant in the city stage of the Zulfiya State Award. She has been awarded badges such as “Behbudiy izdoshlari,” “Ta’limdagi muvaffaqiyatlari uchun,” and “Millatlar mozaikasi.”
She has actively participated in a number of international and national-level anthologies. In particular, she is a participant in the anthologies “Kelajak qalamlari,” “Tuyg‘ular daftari,” “So‘zlarimdan jahon eshitsin,” and “So‘z sayqali.” In addition, she is the author of the anthology “Men sharq qiziman.”
Marjona is a member of the Argentina Writers’ Union, and her articles have been published on the Google platform. She has worked as a coordinator in the Forish district for the “Oltin qanot volontyorlari” organization and is currently an official volunteer of the Girls’ Academy. She has also been actively participating in various international conferences and webinars. She served as the coordinator for scholarships and state awards during the April 15–19 program of the “NextGen Summit” project.
She has also achieved success in education: she holds a B+ level certificate in her native language and a C+ level certificate in history.
In addition, she is knowledgeable in logistics and is currently learning trading. She has studied the Turkish language and has read more than 100 works of fiction.
Marjona has also actively participated in courses focused on personal development, psychology, and entering the international arena.
One of the most important and unforgettable moments in her life was when she achieved her first success and was awarded the badge “Ta’limdagi muvaffaqiyatlari uchun,” celebrating this joyful moment with tears together with her parents and loved ones.The Secret of Success – Patience and Confidence: Don’t Be Afraid to Start
Restoration of Hyper-Saline Soil Architecture in the Aralkum Desert via Synergistic Dispersal of Extremophilic Lichen-Cyanobacterial Bio-Composites
Author: O’ktamova Sabrina, 1st-year student of Ecology, Karshi State University
Scientific Supervisor: Surayyo Kholikova, Lecturer, Karshi State University
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Abstract:
The desiccation of the Aral Sea has led to the emergence of the Aralkum Desert, characterized by hyper-saline shifting sands and toxic salt-dust storms. Traditional phytoremediation (planting saxaul) is slow and often fails due to the lack of stable soil structure. This paper proposes a novel biotechnological solution: the creation of an artificial “Biological Soil Crust” (BSC) using a composite of halotolerant lichens and cyanobacteria embedded in a biodegradable hydrogel matrix. Unlike traditional methods, this approach focuses on the “bio-immobilization” of sodium chloride (NaCl) and the restoration of pedogenesis (soil formation) through microbial glue (Extracellular Polymeric Substances). This study outlines a mechanism for the atmospheric dispersal of these composites to create a stable, non-erosive surface layer.
Soil degradation in the Aral Sea region is one of the world’s most pressing ecological disasters. The primary challenge is the loss of soil structure; without a binding matrix, sand and salt are easily entrained by wind. Current methods focus on higher plants, but these plants struggle to survive in the initial “sterile” and hyper-saline sand. There is a missing link in the ecological succession: the microbial crust.
2. The Problem Statement: The “Salt-Sand Fluidity”
The fundamental unsolved problem is the lack of “structure-forming agents” in the Aralkum soil. Salt crystals act as lubricants between sand grains, promoting erosion. To fix this, we need a biological agent that can:
1. Survive extreme desiccation.
2. Bind loose particles chemically and physically.
3. Trap salt within a biological matrix to prevent its airborne transport.
3. Proposed Solution: The Lichen-Cyanobacterial Bio-Composite
We propose the use of extremophilic lichens (e.g., Aspicilia and Xanthoria species found in arid zones) in symbiosis with nitrogen-fixing cyanobacteria.
• The Mechanism: These organisms produce Extracellular Polymeric Substances (EPS)—natural polysaccharides that act as “biological glue.”
• Salt Interaction: Lichens do not “break down” salt in a chemical sense but sequester it. Through ion exchange, the lichen’s organic acids (e.g., oxalic acid) react with NaCl to form insoluble or stable mineral-organic complexes, effectively “locking” the salt into the soil structure and preventing it from leaching or blowing away.
4. Implementation: Bio-Granule Dispersal
To overcome logistical barriers (such as drone restrictions), we suggest a “Wind-Driven Dispersal” or “Mechanical Seedling” approach:
• Composite Granules: Lichen soredia (reproductive structures) are encapsulated in a mix of starch-based hydrogel and organic nutrients.
• Pedogenesis: Once moisture (dew or occasional rain) hits the granule, the hydrogel expands, allowing the lichen and bacteria to colonize the sand surface, creating a 1–2 cm thick crust.
5. Expected Results and Conclusion
The implementation of this “Bio-crust” technology will lead to:
• Erosion Control: A 90% reduction in salt-dust emission within the treated areas.
• Soil Fertility: An increase in organic carbon and nitrogen, paving the way for higher plant survival.
This symbiotic approach offers aMana, sizning loyihangizga (lishayniklar va tuzni bog‘lash g‘oyasiga) asoslangan, mutlaqo yangicha yondashuvdagi ilmiy maqola. Bu maqola Orol dengizining qurigan tubidagi tuproq strukturasini tiklash uchun “Sun’iy Bioplyonka” (Synthetic Biocrust) texnologiyasini taklif qiladi.
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English Version
Title: Restoration of Hyper-Saline Soil Architecture in the Aralkum Desert via Synergistic Dispersal of Extremophilic Lichen-Cyanobacterial Bio-Composites
Author: O’ktamova Sabrina, 1st-year student of Ecology, Karshi State University
Scientific Supervisor: Surayyo Kholikova, Lecturer, Karshi State University
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Abstract:
The desiccation of the Aral Sea has led to the emergence of the Aralkum Desert, characterized by hyper-saline shifting sands and toxic salt-dust storms. Traditional phytoremediation (planting saxaul) is slow and often fails due to the lack of stable soil structure. This paper proposes a novel biotechnological solution: the creation of an artificial “Biological Soil Crust” (BSC) using a composite of halotolerant lichens and cyanobacteria embedded in a biodegradable hydrogel matrix. Unlike traditional methods, this approach focuses on the “bio-immobilization” of sodium chloride (NaCl) and the restoration of pedogenesis (soil formation) through microbial glue (Extracellular Polymeric Substances). This study outlines a mechanism for the atmospheric dispersal of these composites to create a stable, non-erosive surface layer.
Soil degradation in the Aral Sea region is one of the world’s most pressing ecological disasters. The primary challenge is the loss of soil structure; without a binding matrix, sand and salt are easily entrained by wind. Current methods focus on higher plants, but these plants struggle to survive in the initial “sterile” and hyper-saline sand. There is a missing link in the ecological succession: the microbial crust.
2. The Problem Statement: The “Salt-Sand Fluidity”
The fundamental unsolved problem is the lack of “structure-forming agents” in the Aralkum soil. Salt crystals act as lubricants between sand grains, promoting erosion. To fix this, we need a biological agent that can:
1. Survive extreme desiccation.
2. Bind loose particles chemically and physically.
3. Trap salt within a biological matrix to prevent its airborne transport.
3. Proposed Solution: The Lichen-Cyanobacterial Bio-Composite
We propose the use of extremophilic lichens (e.g., Aspicilia and Xanthoria species found in arid zones) in symbiosis with nitrogen-fixing cyanobacteria.
• The Mechanism: These organisms produce Extracellular Polymeric Substances (EPS)—natural polysaccharides that act as “biological glue.”
• Salt Interaction: Lichens do not “break down” salt in a chemical sense but sequester it. Through ion exchange, the lichen’s organic acids (e.g., oxalic acid) react with NaCl to form insoluble or stable mineral-organic complexes, effectively “locking” the salt into the soil structure and preventing it from leaching or blowing away.
4. Implementation: Bio-Granule Dispersal
To overcome logistical barriers (such as drone restrictions), we suggest a “Wind-Driven Dispersal” or “Mechanical Seedling” approach:
• Composite Granules: Lichen soredia (reproductive structures) are encapsulated in a mix of starch-based hydrogel and organic nutrients.
• Pedogenesis: Once moisture (dew or occasional rain) hits the granule, the hydrogel expands, allowing the lichen and bacteria to colonize the sand surface, creating a 1–2 cm thick crust.
5. Expected Results and Conclusion
The implementation of this “Bio-crust” technology will lead to:
• Erosion Control: A 90% reduction in salt-dust emission within the treated areas.
• Soil Fertility: An increase in organic carbon and nitrogen, paving the way for higher plant survival.
This symbiotic approach offers ascalable, low-cost, and biologically sound method to heal the “wounded” skin of the Aralkum Desert.
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References:
1. Belnap, J., & Lange, O. L. (2003). Biological Soil Crusts: Structure, Function, and Management. Springer-Verlag, Berlin, Heidelberg.
2. Lan, S., Wu, L., Zhang, D., & Hu, C. (2012). Successional stages of biological soil crusts and their microstructure changes in artificial stabilization of shifting sand dunes. Journal of Arid Environments, 84, 1-7.
3. Micklin, P. (2007). The Aral Sea Disaster. Annual Review of Earth and Planetary Sciences, 35, 47-72.
4. Zhao, Y., Bowker, M. A., Zhang, Y., & Belnap, J. (2016). Enhanced recovery of biological soil crusts after disturbance. Journal of Arid Environments, 129, 26-34.
5. Nash, T. H. (2008). Lichen Biology. Cambridge University Press, New York.
Qarshi State University student People’s Democratic Party of Uzbekistan member Sabrina O‘ktamova was born on March 24, 2007, in Qarshi city, Qashqadaryo region, in an educated family. After graduating from school, she became a grant-based student in the Ecology program at Qarshi State University. Currently, she is successfully completing her first year of studies.
Up to now, she has achieved many accomplishments. She is a member and badge holder of the Republican Children and Adolescents “Vatan Tayanch” Movement, and also a member of the People’s Democratic Party of Uzbekistan. She became the regional winner of the Qashqadaryo VOCIEP project, the author of more than 10 scientific articles, and the holder of over 60 certificates.
In addition, she is an active member of the Qashqadaryo regional Youth Wing, a social volunteer, an eco-volunteer, and an initiator of various projects and forums. She has also participated in several international conferences.
Sabrina has set a goal to graduate from university with honors, continue her studies in a master’s program, teach students in the future, and become a highly qualified specialist who contributes to the development of society and the progress of our homeland.
Mathematics has long been regarded as the universal language of logic, precision, and intellectual discovery. Beyond simple calculations and formulas, advanced mathematics serves as the foundation of scientific innovation, technological progress, and philosophical reasoning. In the modern era, mathematical theories influence nearly every aspect of human civilization, ranging from artificial intelligence and cryptography to economics and space exploration.
One of the most fascinating characteristics of mathematics is its abstract nature. Unlike other disciplines that rely heavily on observation, mathematics often constructs entirely theoretical systems that later prove to be applicable in reality. For instance, non-Euclidean geometry was once considered purely hypothetical, yet it eventually became essential to Albert Einstein’s theory of relativity. This demonstrates how mathematical concepts frequently precede scientific breakthroughs rather than merely supporting them.
Moreover, higher-level mathematics develops critical thinking and analytical reasoning. Fields such as calculus, linear algebra, and topology require individuals to approach problems systematically and logically. These disciplines train the mind to identify patterns, evaluate evidence, and formulate rigorous arguments. Consequently, mathematics is not only a practical tool but also a method of intellectual discipline that sharpens human cognition.
Another significant aspect of mathematics lies in its relationship with uncertainty. Probability theory and statistics enable researchers to analyze unpredictable phenomena and make informed decisions based on data. In contemporary society, governments, corporations, and scientists rely extensively on mathematical models to predict economic trends, monitor climate change, and improve healthcare systems. Without mathematical analysis, modern decision-making would lack precision and reliability.
Despite its complexity, mathematics possesses remarkable beauty and elegance. Many mathematicians describe equations and proofs as artistic creations because of their symmetry, simplicity, and logical harmony. This aesthetic dimension transforms mathematics from a purely technical subject into a profound exploration of order and truth.
In conclusion, mathematics is far more than a school subject or computational instrument. It is a sophisticated intellectual framework that shapes scientific advancement, strengthens reasoning abilities, and reveals the hidden structures underlying the universe. Its enduring relevance ensures that mathematics will continue to play a central role in humanity’s pursuit of knowledge and progress.
My name is Sharifov Sirojiddin Shavkatovich, a passionate and ambitious teacher born on July 16 1989, in Shakhrisabz district, Kashkadarya Region, Uzbekistan.
I have been working as a math teacher for ages and l can say that l already could help over 1000 students enter their dream university.
With a deep interest in leadership, public speaking, and writing, I continue to work hard toward achieving academic excellence and inspiring others in my community.
(Trans. by Nhat-Lang Le. Edited by Susan Blanshard)
BITTER POTION
(For Ngọc Trâm)
As fever is burning you on its pyre
I become ash too
The bitter potion cannot wait any more
Holding your hand
I pour
My grief into the empty bowl…
O’ daughter! As the mist falls
My hardship arches across the cold night
For frail flowers
To give off scent needs bitter roots.
Sweat becomes callused hands
Spring pours into the medicine bowl
My old age weeps with mute tears
While truth bursts out for no reason.
I wonder what you eat in your dreams
I put the bowl on the window
When you grow up to my age now
At the bottom of the bowl
There may still be a storm.
(Trans. by Nhat-Lang Le. Edited by Susan Blanshard)
Where the Sky Is Spacious
You blow in the warmly ardent season
Trees wither for lack of water not far from the river swollen in splendor
The fish grinds up the hook and upsets the order of time
I shrink up to fly into infinity
The tower raises multi-directional sensory organ
Your braided hair is glorious like a beaded open-air crown
and your skin resplendent as the back of the moon
sweet fruit and golden paddy resplendent as the back of the moon
the timely seeds stand up proudly
the thunder, lightning and tornado are self-confident,
but when my grandparents’ silhouettes are seen
through the perfumed vapour of cooked rice, I burst into tears
Overwhelming absorption and sudden revelation
are woven into horizon of clouds in every circular breath of hope
to trigger the drops of drizzle in the chest
and the leftover food preserved in memory
Truth makes the letters jump out and they cannot be withdrawn
we are all more self-confident when we wake up and see the symbol engulfed in the mouth of fire.
(Translated by Nguyễn Tiến Văn. Edited by Susan Blanshard)
Accompanying the Guest Out of the Alley
After brewing tea
When I returned
The guest was gone
Speaking on the phone
His family said he had been dead seven years
A misunderstanding
At home
All in turmoil
No memory of when the portrait was taken down
Where was the winding clock?
To whom was the fake ancient teapot given?
Dropping in on the neighbour
To check several food items
Some with higher prices
Some remained unchanged
In the house
The tea still hot
Pushing a cup towards the guest’s vacant place
A deadly vapour six meters high suddenly rose up
Bowing down in front once in a while.
(Translated byNguyễn Tiến Văn. Edited bySusan Blanshard)
Mothergate(*)
I
Mother nature caressing child as the moonlight
Sound passing from bough to bough, the howling
Skin and flesh of the woman I loved,
Our love child spreading deep into the dark
Entering into the dark night,
Skin and flesh erect lift the layered clouds for us
To make a watershed of rain over the sources of rivers
A bough quivers on the water’s surface
Where a bird suddenly perches
Only I can see that small bird so far away from the road
Far away from the garden, from the other flocks of birds
I quietly pass through the corona at the bottom of the water
And look up at the sky with open wings
Rising to the top of the tree where the bird’s beak
Bends down to feed into the mouths of its fledglings
Each sip of wind
Sound of chipped grain in the chest
The bare ground and green fruit
The dense-leaved canopy of the forest
Newborn child on the ground
Swim across the river the tadpole’s tail severing
Learning to flaps its wings, fanning the wind into the nest’s warm bowel
Sprouts the cotyledon leaves, flies away freely
Steam rises by the river-wharf
Space condenses the confusion of time
Smoke steams up high
I realize I am swimming in a sea mist
Not mist but rain
The tall tower glittering
Breathing, muscles firm, the leaf singing…
The dead return, suddenly, in the blossoming flower
I shudder at a shoreline
The water surface choking where there are no breaking waves
A sip of cool water drifting slowly…
Suddenly remembers the high tide season submerging the cricket’s cave
Burble sound of bubbles gushing up by stages
So that I realize where the cave mouth is…
II
Place child on the ground
The riverbed has enough pain to tear off the body of night
Nature glossy wet
The trunk of trees disintegration turns into splinters
Water swift flowing
Flowing faster
I burst into tears to sweep away the spider web
Sound of the heron’s hoarseness
The ashes flashing up
Moon trembling
Pick up a pebble to draw on the ground
A field
The young calf bewildered
A clear outline as the calf bent down to graze
Another direction draws an extra eye
The eye of wild animals or eye of human
Write the words on the remaining empty boxes.
III
The voice very close
Under the light of dawn you must transform yourself!
Fruits
Firelights
Yin Yang bowl of water
While crawling over bowl of twilight
Pull the body gradually out of the shell
I sip the dewdrops
The ghastly shell heaped up high
Was out of reach
Groups of people helping each other towards incapacity
End of dawn.
IV
The shade of trees bursting out underfoot
Images on the map are torn off?
Or the half-bat half-mouse corpse?
I was so frightened, weaving the grating
Set booby-traps around myself
Sharpening the knife
Preparing a matchbox
As close to the horizon
The drifting darkness was terrible
Faster than emotion
I keep accumulating anxiety, the resentment
Until the blackness of night was completely
Erased off.
V
I chased small prey
Threw myself upon the wave’s crest, then lost direction
The low tide
In the dream near morning
My bones painful
The tail and dorsal fin frostbitten
There is a hand threading the strings
Dragging me slowly on the ground
They stopped to shelter from the rain
Suddenly release me
Near the foot of waves
I was grateful the rain
The loud thunder and cool wind.
VI
Father recently tried to get up after being bedridden, staggering out the door, he fell into a square block of light
He tried to point his finger, then said: “That green beetle on a leaf canopy, father sees it for the first time”.
I tell these unintentional stories about the time father was in a coma. A story of the large cloud that flew slowly through our home. The deep wells rising steam up to the window. One story about the song of the crypsirina temia bird, makes everyone look at the bowl of drugs.
The body of father is like shallow rivers, dry wood, and the empty paddy grain
The raceme of weighty fruits, swaying in the strong wind
Father suddenly whispering: Please help father go to rest
Sound of dried leaves sliding off the roof makes father and I shed tears together.
VII
The universe lays the black coat over me
Only eyes open to pray
Mumbling I still thought
… white hand black blood white tongue black tears white back black helix curl of white hair black sweat
The black spilt on everything will end us
Let’s pray to save the people of this world
Lighthouse…
Kitchen bright…
Look in any direction
Like learning to focus on the blackboard
Learning to separate the colors
To spell the letters
This crossroad of white
The earth’s surface, the seas surface white
Great old man, a chair, the woman in white
The inspector, the farmer in white…
The mouth reads aloud, the mind still holds sundry thoughts
…white tongue black tears white back black helix curl of white hair…
VIII
Curled up I sleep in cold wind
Dream to be a fetus
The navel-string connects to the solar
Fly above canopy of the trees
The eyes with a look, make the sound of sobbing… blue
Every tiny bud of limbs
Springing lightly in the body of Him
I wake up
That place starts on the road
The colt unsteady standing up
The flock of insects crawling out of the trunk
The tiny shrimp blasting off the throat of water.
IX
drum gong and eight ornaments
opens the festival of imperial court
sing and dance to heaven
the great merit of four palaces
opens the mind of a disciple
tolerant eyes look
the quiet weather
the special envoy giving out grace
sincerity respectfully kowtow
four gods flanking the lady god
garb and turban of sorceress are brocade and flower embroidery.
come and go refreshed
moving between heaven and earth
powdery cheeks and ruby lips
rhythm of bamboo beating and rhythm of castanets
string of coins
sacred dragon hovering
five great mandarins’
the hand swaying
high talent deep virtue
the flame glittering
fondle protecting
loving mason bee
silkworm spits out the silk cord
garb and scarf flapping
alluvial cuddling
wind coming back to the riverbed
cassaba melon pyriform melon
fragrance of lotus and areca pervading
boys and girls entering the region
prepare the sedge mat, prepare the blanket
as flower, as butterfly
faces glowing with pleasure
as the ground is to the sky
grass and trees in good verdant
raining fast and violently
…
Translated from Vietnamese by Trần Nghi Hoàng
Edited by Frederick Turner
(*) Mothergate – Mother in this poem does not mean “mother” as normal. It carries the meaning of “the Way”, the “philosophy of belief.”. As: “The Way that can be told of is not an unvarying way; The names that can be named are not unvarying names. It was from the Nameless that Heaven and Earth sprang; The named is but the mother that rears the ten thousand creatures, each after its kind” (Lao-tzu)
The Opening Ground
Gushing
between the screams of ephemeral belts of land
the riverbed writhes in waning light
dusk holds day tight in its mouth
fire convulses
fiercely ascending the tree tops
scorching the buds
A flight of birds spreads across the sky
so thoughts can reign on earth
where the wind’s face meets a bowed hill top
a deep cavern exhales myths to morning dew
ponds and puddles find a heavenly direction
the river gives birth while flowing
An open embrace of waves
playing in childish ebullience
the water surface turns to ruins
You set up an already broken sun
Drifting…
An unknown silence is drifting by
the lamp wick shortens
as kerosene soot says its last words
I vaguely hear the boiling batch of herb saying its apology
With closed eyes the world appears unpolluted. The surrounding pure spaces are spreading and latticed. We see ourselves in childhood holding a bright candle in the church. The candlelight is filling eye-sockets, filling the hollow immobile gaps amidst secret verdant foliage. With closed eyes the forest resembles a garden. The rattan stems, the ferns and wild grasses take the shape of huge ancient trees. The needle leaves form a large canopy. The earth bee, the porcupine, the squirrel, and the bull are similar shapes… And I stayed motionless for a long time with my eyes closed. Even though my premonition had warned me, they were looking for a clue, fanning the wind, taking fright… With closed eyes we can see people and all things in justice and in a clear light. Pens and books, beds and drawers, knives and chopping boards, and the old bike were of the same size. Each human organ opens up with multiple strange eyes, while the venoms absorbed are permanently sealed up with no way of escape. With closed eyes you are not so busy as when I am with open eyes. But your silence makes queer resounding sounds, telling me that your love has penetrated the trees, the streets and houses, the gardens, the fields, and the rivers and springs… From now on we need not doubt anything until we close our eyes forever
(Translated byNguyễn Tiến Văn. Edited bySusan Blanshard)
Photos, Fruit and Dreams
Under-exposed photos, speed-ripened fruit and dreams that lose their wings before the rain, flow slowly against the current of memories.
A wind blows open morning fields, rushes into rooms full of blended dust and light, wipes sweat off freshly bathed dreams.
The origins are within the span of a hand, when you come back you have gone through your entire life, or you wait to reincarnate into the next life.
Those souls that have yet to reincarnate, visit worshipping places, fly aimlessly, then shelter in fixed idolatry.
Someone runs across the dreams, the fruit and photos, to recover what he lost, to feel each tear choke back and see the amalgam of each shadow.
Origins have renewed space, and a generation of young grass is spreading over old ground.
Souls stand at new angles opening to different lights, and in the moan of fresh dew, they pause and knock on each vowel.
Everywhere new streams are beginning to pour into memories, taking the photos, the fruit, the dreams, to turn everything into a voice last night.
The herb doctor burned his books at the end of the garden
New medicines in stock had expired
The witches suffered punishment
Their mouths closed by iron hooks
Birth
When the bell suddenly dropped
Covering the old temple warden’s head
The fish committed suicide by jumping into a cloud
Ten thousand fishing hooks, hanging in the sky
Birth
Ink was splattered under feet and blood
Congealed in throat and lung arteries
With a stroke on the first page
Thousands of pages were permeated.
*
Fallen from the summit
With two sharp wings
Centering on the corpse
Slashing the atmosphere
Hurried winds had no time for bandages.
*
Clawing from the eye sockets
The viewpoints
With posthumous pictures as evidence
Cut out the tongue
Stretch to dry off in the sun
the slogan’s lesson
Slice off flesh piece by piece
Dismember limbs
Show the innards
The skull all set up
Was completely covered with mold
This epitaph could not be written.
*
The crow dreamed
All deaths were arranged
After the crow’s croaking
Who volunteers to lie down.
*
The crow flew into the room
A finger raised slightly
Implying:
This is the gun muzzle
The scythe
Even the spade
Even the very hard finger
Rather it was frozen
Then defrosted
Then melted down.
*
Do not approach the shade
It was the crow
Spreading its wings at sunset, sunrise
With its claws clinging to the winds
To grind dry leaves
To prune outreaching branches
The poet took refuge in the shade
Each letter hollowed out of an eye.
*
To look at
Things
Glaringly
Because in the wink of the eye
The shadow of the crow
Stormed in.
One’s own shadow
Did not raise its voice
For fear of turning into a chick.
*
A number of people emerged from the crowd, clad in black, wearing black masks. While running, they slapped their arms on their flanks. They tried to raise their heads by stretching their necks. The black shadow hovered close to the ground.
*
Perched on a tree fork after overeating and napping, the crow dreamed that every mouthful of food squeezed into its stomach would turn into an egg. The crow chicks crept in groups from the five organs and immediately lowered themselves to hunt with the instinct of a bird of prey.
*
The utmost sufferings looked back on a life almost dead. The cloak gave a muffled shout when passing desk and drawers. The telephone slept silently. The staple opened its mouth to hide its claws. The broomstick gripped the laborer’s arm, and pulled her to the garbage dump. The hat brim on the head cried out in panic, then bent down to devour the entire face of the guard. Nobody opened the gate. Yet many people managed to find an entrance.
*
The disembodied souls looked for a way back to fight the evil crows. After the volley of non-lethal bullets, smoke from incense joss-sticks spread onto a board, with the first word written for the new lesson.
*
This is the last line in a testament:
“Start the celestial burial at the appearance of the crow’s shadow”.
*
The night shadow crept into the crow’s belly.
And ours too. With gnawing pain together on the hungry river. The drops of troubled water found a way to pass through cotton fibres. The huge surface of water, its vibrations, wishing to keep hold of human shadows. Strike a match and remember that the wick is very distant. Throw up both arms, raise your voice alone in the darkness.
The crow out of sorts through the might
Craws in fright
For the first time the sound goes out without an echo.
(Translated byNguyễn Tiến Văn. Edited bySusan Blanshard)
Biography of Mai Văn Phấn
Vietnamese poet Mai Văn Phấn was born 1955. He has published 19 poetry books and 1 book “Critiques – Essays” in Vietnam. 34 poetry books and translations of his are published and released in foreign countries and on Amazon’s book distribution network. Poems of Mai Văn Phấn are translated into more than 40 languages. He has won a number of Vietnamese and international literary awards, including: The Vietnam Writers’ Association Award in 2010; The Cikada Literary Prize of Sweden in 2017; etc.
