October 1 



Exactly one year ago

He took London

To the hospital

Because she was having

Another vestibular episode,

That visit being

Their last visit

To the hospital

Never crossed his mind.





Taylor Dibbert is a writer, journalist, and poet in Washington, DC. He’s author of the Peace Corps memoir “Fiesta of Sunset,” and the forthcoming poetry collection “Home Again.”

Smile😄
If your friends betray you,
Gossip behind you
Let everyone hate you.
Don't say anything; be sure.

If your lover breaks your heart,
Sometimes dreams and hopes turn to ashes.
When trust in people ends
Forget everything and smile.

The hope of living in life is gone.
If the luck of the enemy laughs, not you
If your loved one thinks you are bad
Just be patient and smile.

Never cry; never bow your head.
Believe in the dream, and live with hope.
Do not pay attention to what the bad guys say.
Love yourself and smile.
 
Life is beautiful, believe me.
Let's overcome evil; let's be together.
Blessings to beautiful hearts
Live happily and smile.

WISH

Wish to see that expected day;
A day of great happenings to come
In a harmonious strain of goodness.
Truly, I await to see that day!

Wish to see all bad days fade away
With darkness and all its gifts
No more to be seen when light 
Takes the reign at its hour of demise.

Oh! How I wish to be in the upcoming,
To tell how it began
Never to go back to the past,
To let bad memories be by gone.

Oh! I wish the intellects to be eminent
To change the world with a touch of inspiring ideas,
Destroying and healing her wounds with remedies
All to end up in the bosom of eternal paradise.

Games my grandmother played

Every day when I come home from school, I tell my grandmother and grandfather about the knowledge I have learned and the news I have heard. They listen willingly. One of those days, my grandmother told me about the games they used to play in their childhood.

• We enjoyed playing such games as “Chorichambar, “Durra”, “G’oz-g’oz”, “To’ptosh”, “Chertmak”. These games taught us agility and thinking. The games used to train us physically, – my grandmother said with some nostalgia.
• Grandpa, what game did you play? – I ask out of curiosity.
• “Chirkash”, “Uloq”, “Tosh arqon”, “Ovchi”, “Xirmon-xirmon”… we played a lot of games. At that time, these games helped us to be strong-willed, diligent, robust, and effective. Now nobody plays such games, – my grandfather sighed.
• Do you remember the games that girls played with their fathers, boys and girls – “Oq terakmi ko’k terak”, “Tez top”, “Topgan topaloq”, “Tapir-tupir qayrag’och”… Such games taught boys and girls to understand each other and protect girls. I found most of the riddles you told me.

Although my grandmother’s memories seemed to me to be fiction, I was envious of them. Because despite the fact that I live in the village, we don’t play such games now. Someone is holding a phone in his hand, and someone is staring at a computer. Under the influence of silly games, such peers are becoming aggressive, belligerent, and merciless.

Friends, there is wisdom in every action, let’s not forget our national games with specific goals.

Niginabonu Amirova

9th grade student of the Samarkand Specialized Art Boarding School

Nurabad district, Samarkand region