Poetry from Odina Rustamjonova

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.

Poetry from Terna Nicholas

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.

Prose from Niginabonu Amirova

Young Central Asian teen girl with long black hair up in a bun, brown eyes, and a white collared shirt.
Niginabonu Amirova

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

Poetry from Sayani Mukherjee

Peace.

For Peace comes slow
A sudden birth 
Unexpected win 
Balms your soul
A royal blue impish touch 
Sometimes
A hurricane 
It just
Soothes
For Peace comes slowly
More difficult
Than Love
Loving One 
Each breathing 
Each Eyelashes
It is private
A fine jewel
Must be hidden 
Kept 
Under your shirt 
For peace is precious
Than Love 
Itself. 

Essay from Ochilova Nozima

Young Central Asian girl with long dark hair against a concrete brick wall. Snapchat filter with little crowns.
Ochilova Nozima

Ochilova Nozima Alisher qizi

My grandmother 

It’s 7:35 a.m. It was time to go to school. Then suddenly my grandmother said to me: “Daughter, come make me some tea. Then you can go to your school.” Then I angrily shouted at the grandmother:

Grandma, I’m going to be late for school. Drink it yourself. I’ll make you some tea when I get there!

My poor grandmother has a soft voice, it’s okay, baby. Go to school, I’m the same without you. You should study and learn, I will see my day, they said.

Suddenly he reached me and shivered. While I still had time to go to school, I disappointed my grandmother. If there is still time, I will make you some tea. As for my grandmother, she sighed angrily: “I’ll drink it myself, you can go.”

Grandma, forgive me. I didn’t mean to offend you. I promise I will do everything you say. Please only forgive me!.. I am not angry with you, my daughter! – said my grandmother laughing.

Then I took my grandmother’s blessings and went to school. At school, we also wrote an essay on respecting elders and honoring children. I wrote down what happened today. And I got an excellent grade.

In fact, the more respect and honor we show to adults, the more it will be returned to us. After all, we must not forget that this world is another.