With you, my path is radiant,
Every right and left of my body blooms with peace.
Ziyoyeva Iroda, a young writer from Uzbekistan, shares her poems
Born on October 27, 2001 in Denov district, Surkhandarya region of Uzbekistan. Currently, Ziyoyeva Iroda is masters in Pedagogy at the Denov Institute of Entrepreneurship and Pedagogy. In 2023, her scientific article “The importance of the development of children of primary school age in the development of the child” was published in the collection of young scientists published in the Republic of Azerbaijan and was highly appreciated and awarded with a certificate and a letter of invitation. In 2024, the International “Diaspora Times Global” published her article entitled “Abdulla Avlaniy’s Contribution to the Development of Pedagogy” about the Life and Work of Abdulla Avlaniy.
My beautiful homeland, where peace is fitting
When I hear your name, my heart leaps,
This body and soul are ready to serve you.
I say, wherever I am, I will be your support,
My beautiful homeland, dearer than my soul.
With you, my path is radiant,
Every right and left of my body blooms with peace.
No matter how far I go, I always return,
My only beautiful homeland in the world.
You are the one who caressed my head when I was in pain,
These two eyes of yours are as kind as my mother,
The perfect generation is also your footprint,
You are my wings to fly, my homeland.
Almighty, the peasants seek freedom,
Avlani only burned for enlightenment.
Compassion without condemnation,
My homeland, which passed through darkness alone.
How many centuries have you sought this freedom,
If you did not sell your pride, then the castles will be built.
Today I stand tall and say again,
You are free, you are my beautiful homeland.
All of Asia is beautiful with you,
When I eat your bread, I will return again.
The more I honor you, the less it seems,
My beautiful, noble, and beautiful homeland.
From heart to tongue, today our freedom has passed,
Your praise spreads with blessings.
Our love for you will never be extinguished,
My beautiful homeland, whose peace is worthy.
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MY HOMELAND
Your mornings are beautiful, like the sun,
My eyes are blinded by happiness.
Every spring, I put my head in your lap,
I will be a tulip blooming in the fields.
Okay, the winds call me a flower,
Let it hurt, I will beg you, I will beg you.
But I will return again, filling the streams,
I will be a joyful waterfall that cries.
I will travel the sky like the moon in the blue,
If I see your beauty once, I will be filled
And like a gazelle that has grown longing for you,
My homeland, I will be your child.
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MY DAD
I fly without wings, wandering the wide world,
I am a runner, I am the first in everything.
If my father were standing next to me, my dear child,
They would say, these eyes would shine with happiness.
He gives without knowing his love, gratitude,
And every moment he protects his chest.
I have not seen the work that he knows,
And he even breaks the mountain for me.
When pain comes, his heart cries without facing it,
He runs in all directions, looking for a solution.
Yes, I only need you,
He does not show his love, my heart is a bribe.
He demands without spending his life,
He looks at me with tears in his eyes.
Even if the whites fall on my hair, he caresses,
Mother says, my daughter, and strokes my face.
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