The Mt Kenya Times
By: Norsafarova Nilufar, Uzbekistan There is a riot of sorrows in my heart, I’m sorry, my...
Poetry
The ocean is vast, an endless mystery, Its waves overflowing with a wondrous marvel. In our eyes,...
By: Abduvalueva Feruza The only person in the world A masterpiece among masterpieces. It’s easy to...
One is satin, the other is silk fabric. Dresses that will catch your eye. On their heads...
By: Mahzuna Habibova Aʼzam When you die – my happiness is inevitable, Memories are bright inside...
By: Berdiboyev Khushnud Ilhom Uzbekistan Mother, did your child forget? The nights that God told you?...
By: Elmurodova Rukshona, Uzbekistan There are days in life, Even your friend is buying Turning the...
By: Dildora Uktamova Stepping into the sweet corner, Let’s keep the bond of consequence strong. Satisfied with...
My motherland Say me what is motherland, Is it mother ? Is it land? I understand...
By: Rozimurodova Marjona Bekzod, Uzbekstan Words cannot describe this word, which consists of only three letters. An...