Why I love my Motherland Why I love my Uzbekistan Let the wind tells about it. Take a deeper look at my motherland, It’s wearing a wreath from glorious history. Look for Ulegbek’s eyes there Who spend life staring at the stars in the sky In historical pages of my country All great beings are alive and alive. Maybe it is a childish love Let the world know its glory and fame. Namangan’s bright red apples And Samarkand’s baked shirmoy bread. I still have a smell in my throat Of sweet sumalak by my aunt Leads us right towards the dreams, A wish made in front of sumalak. Glittering on the nch of my country A bright necklace made of fame. Oh, friends, you will all see it too, Each necklace is a champion. Look at my lovely motherland It’s wearing an embroidered long dress Brightly different colours, Suits my beautiful country. Margilon satin is fine and tend The embroidery would adorn it fully Tying her waist with a decorative belt, Standing in body with full of beauty. Clothes worn by my Motherland Golden robe woven by Bukhara I think this is an another reason, Of the fiery and pure love of me. My country leads us in its hands, Thousands of kids, boys and girls. Towards a great bright future, All generations with enthusiasm. My country is lighting everywhere As a symbol of the brightest sun It’s dear to me as long as I live As my supposedly loving mother.
Ochildiyeva Shahnoza Abdivohid qizi was born on July 17, 2006 in the Republic of Uzbekistan, Surkhandarya region, Denov district. Presently, she studies at school number 49 in 10th grade.