Poetry from Gulsanam Abdullayeva

Youth rusher in my eyes,
You made a wide world narrow to me.
Chorus as long as I say my true love,
Is it that you see me rave ?

Easy to get into your words,
What a moment you did not ask.
So bad that you don't think,
Is it that you see me rave ?

Zor I cried You Didn't parvo,
You live just as carefree.
As if I am an unnecessary item,
Is it that you see me rave ? 

Let it be said,
Eyes passing as if not seen.
Alam said friends,
Is it that you see me rave ?

What did the shame either sin,
My love was jajji innocent.
Witness who created akhvolim,
Is it that you see me rave ? 

I'm going to spill slowly,
Ich-ich Dardanelles.
Crying believe me growling,
Is it that you see me rave ?

I couldn't give nahot happiness to you,
Is it that you see me rave ? 

Author: Gulsanam Abdullaeva

Essay from Sitorakhon Buriyeva

Awareness is the need of the hour!

Life is an unrepeatable miracle in which many people are born. As long as a person breathes this air in this world, it means that he is a part of this nature of this world. Man lives in agony without any body part. Therefore, God first creates a person. A person is not born good or bad, on the contrary, he is brought up by the family environment and the upbringing of society. There are people who are the singers of goodness, on the contrary, it can be said with a thousand regrets that there are no people who promote evil in this world, just like the other side of the coin.

         We are now living in the era of 21st century technology-technology “Globalization”, this modern technology is good, developed because many technologies lighten the burden of man. But there are those who promote them wrongly, because of this evil evils such as “Terrorism”, “Extremism”, “Religious fanaticism”, “Human trafficking” are spreading in the society. So what should we do at such a time? This is how we answer this question, let’s be careful, friends.

Let’s take a look at the past. In that case, if a war broke out between one country, it could have been prevented, because the enemy was known, nowadays it is difficult to understand people with bad habits and negative ideas at the same time. Those who do not return, who are subject to lust, their only goal is to earn money, they are those who do not understand the beauty of life, do not find in it, do not enjoy it, and do not know how to live in life.

Therefore, the demand of today’s era is awareness, vigilance. Let’s not forget that everything in this world is done according to the will of man. Money earned in an easy and illegal way will not bring you benefit, on the contrary, it will make you miserable, illegal money will destroy a person. The fruit of honesty is always sweet. Life is beautiful only if you want it to be. Be careful friends!

          Sitorakhon Buriyeva

Buriyeva Sitorakhan Azamatovna was born in 2001 in Kumkurgan district of Surkhandarya region. Currently, he is a 3rd year student of the Navoi State Pedagogical Institute, Ilhom.

A member of the literary club, a young volunteer of the “Golden Wing” organization. His creative works have been published in Kenyan magazines. He is an ambassador on behalf of Uzbekistan in several international organizations.

In particular: Africa Nigeria is the ambassador of the organization “Global Education Ambassador” at Wisdom University of the country.

Member of the International Union of Writers of Science and Literature “Juntos por las Letras” of Argentina.

Poetry from Niginabonu Amirova

Young Central Asian teen girl with long black hair and brown eyes. She's wearing a gray coat over a gray sweater.

Life

Just like the life of a human being born.

Tree is falling

will go in the autumn.

In every leaf, a human life

My mind is a dream

irrigate

Sometimes buried himself in the

questions 

life,

This is fate of every human

The leaves of thee are a lesson to us,

Disappear 

like a knot is sorrows 

Essay from Davronova Lobar

In fact, eloquent people who give speeches on big platforms and can freely express their opinion in front of the public are born with this talent “infected” by God. One out of ten people who do not shy away from the public eye can be found today. So, is it possible to overcome this fear and what are the methods? Let’s discuss this topic!

 First of all, we should treat this quality as a talent, because every person has a unique and appropriate talent. After all, if he doesn’t do it himself, it’s useless! In the words of Hazrat Navoi, the psychology of people who speak “little and nothing” is generally more subdued than others. In some cases, this condition is explained by the inability to express one’s thoughts and speech in the language – written speech is good and oral speech is not well developed, while in others it is defined as a character that is passed from generation to generation. This is also the reason why the verb “pulled to so-and-so (grandfather, father…)” is used.

 But on the other hand, in most cases, overcoming this fear is not “incurable”. In my opinion, a person who is afraid to express his words in front of an audience has grown up in an environment where his opinions are not listened to and his views are not taken into account. Only a child whose mouth is immediately closed when he tries to speak, and whose questions remain mostly unanswered due to neglect and indifference, can grow into such a panic-stricken person in the future.

 As a solution and conclusion, I would ask parents to listen to their children in any situation, to raise them in a free environment, not to set excessive limits and prohibitions… In addition, as a young representative of society, I recommend to my peers to read more fiction books and works. After all, there is no doubt that a person who has read a lot of books will have a fluent language, a fluent speech, and a clear life path.

 Davronova Lobar. Uzbekistan

Poetry from Farkhodova Nodira

A person who excels in sports!

Sports that keep us upright,
Takes to the heights,
Set a record in every field
Athletes win always!

Gyms are waiting for us,
It only requires worked,
A chance for a boy or girls
The doors are opened!

A person who excels in sports,
In training full of energy,
Get up early every day
Runs, eats healthy!

Sports-health guarantee,
Make the words a slogan,
To do sports
Consider it a glory for the nation!

Farkhodova Nodira Ulugbek's daughter was born on November 14, in 2008 Shafirkon district of Bukhara region. She is a student in 9 th grade of 38th Specialized State General Education School of the Shafirkon district public education department. She is a young amateur who is interested in writing poetry. There are more than 30 poems in total. "A person who excels in sports", "My Motherland", "My mother language is my pride and joy" and many other poems were published in newspapers and magazines.  In addition, she took pride of place in several contests.

Essay from Abdusodiqova Fotima Adham qizi

Sometimes when we are in trouble, when our pain is crushing our heart, we want to feel relieved by telling someone about it.

Because a human being is born with feelings of anxiety, fear, and sadness in his heart. But we do not think that the people who are listening to us have bigger problems than yours, that is, your speech is almost not interesting to them.

Most of them don’t want to hear you, but most of them are happy that you are a pain. It’s a bitter truth.

Let’s not tell our pain to those who suffer like us, but to Allah, the Healer of all hearts. After all, He sent these pains so that my servant would come closer to me, so that he could be relieved by telling me his pain, so what are we going to do by knocking on the wrong doors?

As long as we say yes, it is not necessary to stand in queues for the reception of our Doctor, if we raise our hands together to the sky, He will hear us and answer us…

Poetry from Sayani Mukherjee

Meeting


A perfect weather
To remember the faultlines
The vivid picturesque
Melancholic
Whispers that hide among the trees 
The holy chantings of long waited gazes
The turmoil of openings
The narrow road open wide
Bit my upper lipped sorrow
My zigzaged cashmere sweater
I wore for the longest time
Myself a bohemian wise myself again
Wrapped around my collarbone
Surpassed my fears the goodness of 
Travelling around
My split seconded tornadoes my other toed 
Lipsy sounds 
I know a perfect weather
Creation's bemused journeying to the very South
My meeting with Goodness with God
Neutrality at the crowned head 
My perfect weather
A known rendezvous a perfect meeting.