My Teacher
(To my teacher Nozima Qodirova)

You are the joy of my beautiful life,
Your words, the motto in my strife.
May your flower-like face always be bright,
My kind teacher, Nozima, is a guiding light.

For us, you gave your knowledge freely,
Gathering flowers from paths thorny.
Your entire life you dedicated,
We stand tall, by your love elevated.

Today, everyone knows my name.
Your hard work brought me fame.
The world recognizes me today,
Thanks to the efforts you displayed.

You spread knowledge without measure,
So students could grasp its treasure.
Your hair turned gray with time,
Ensuring we remember every line.

Your pupils eagerly attend the class,
Slowly learning maps and paths.
Joyfully they approach the globe,
Lessons pass smoothly, hope in strobe.

So many years have flown away,
No one forgets our teacher’s sway.
In everyone’s mind, the names remain,
Columbus, Khosrow, Bellingshausen’s fame.

A thousand thanks I say to you,
For filling my life with joy so true.
In every task, with Allah’s aid,
I’ve understood your worth, never to fade.

Every step, I remember you,
My teacher, you are healthy and true.
With open hands in prayer, you stand,
Supporting me with a guiding hand.

You made me who I am today,
My pillar, Nozima, come what may.
The healer of my wounds, you stay,
My solace, Nozima, every day!

Sobirjonova Rayhona was born in Bukhara, Uzbekistan. Currently, she is a 9th grade student.