Poetry from Zarina Rizoqulova

Central Asian teen girl with her dark hair up in a bun and a white lacy ruffly blouse. Pink roses are behind her.

In the Heart of Tradition


In the heart of Central Asia’s gleam,
An Uzbek woman, like a dream,
Grace and strength in every stride,
In her eyes, traditions reside.

Her silken dress, adorned with care,
Reflects a history rich and rare,
Patterns woven through time’s thread,
In each design, stories spread.

She dances with the winds of time,
Her laughter, like a bell’s sweet chime,
From dawn’s first light to evening’s shade,
In her hands, the world is made.

With a heart both fierce and kind,
She holds the wisdom of her kind,
Her spirit, like the mountains strong,
In her love, we all belong.

Through fields of cotton, sunlit bright,
She works with passion, day to night,
Nurturing the land and kin,
In her toil, life’s rhythms spin.

Her voice, a soothing lullaby,
Whispers secrets of the sky,
Legends of the ancient past,
In her words, they ever last.

An Uzbek woman, proud and free,
A symbol of resilience, she,
In every heart, her story flows,
A timeless tale that always grows.

From the city’s bustling markets wide,
To the tranquil village’s side,
Her presence, like a guiding star,
Shows us who we truly are.

Zarina Rizoqulova was born on August 31st, 2004, in Bukhara region. She is currently a student at the Pedagogical Institute of Bukhara State University. She is very passionate about creative pursuits. In her free time, she enjoys writing poetry, short stories, and articles.