The heart is crushed by injustice,
Purity heals the soul,
The heart lives on sweet words,
A bitter word hurts the heart…
Iroda Rakhimova Islombekovna, a young poet from Uzbekistan, shares her poem
Iroda Rakhimova Islombekovna was born on August 8, 2005, in the city of Khiva, located in the Khorezm region of Uzbekistan. She graduated from Khiva with a gold medal and was admitted to Urgench State University named after Abu Rayhan Beruni on the basis of a state scholarship. Currently, she is a second-year student at the Faculty of Philology and Arts at the same university. Her poems, short stories, and articles have been published in both national and international journals. She is an active member of the “Mushoira” literary club established at the university and continues her creative work through this platform.
Heart
Let the heart become a seeing eye,
Let the heart become a saying.
It’s the eye that sees, it’s actually the heart,
It’s a word, it’s a heart.
Oh heart, heart!
Whomever you do not wander,
Feelings of love are cheap because of you,
Who is worse off than you?
Whose dreams are you…?
Let the heart become a seeing eye,
Let the heart become a saying,
The invisible eye is actually the heart,
It’s an unknown word, it’s actually the heart…
The heart is crushed by injustice,
Purity heals the soul,
The heart lives on sweet words,
A bitter word hurts the heart…
It’s the eye that sees, it’s actually the heart,
It’s a word, it’s actually the heart,
The heart is an intangible feeling,
This heart is the way to Allah…
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