Three Poems by Xasanova Aziza Kumushbek Qizi

Mother

When I was scared, I’d close my eyes,

And hold you close, hear no more cries.

Now I’ve grown and come to see,

No one’s like you in all the sea.

I wish to cry seeing your hair,

Silver threads of love and care.

Sometimes my fault, sometimes life’s test,

Mother — you’re above the rest.

No place so warm as your embrace,

Without you, I’m lost in space.

A lonely calf through sands I roam,

And say again — you are my home.

Mother, none like you exist,

In all the world — you’re the best.

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Thank You

I no longer look behind,

Nor do I cry remembering the past.

With a light and gentle smile,

I say to you: thank you, life!

I’ve walked through rough and bumpy roads,

At times I laughed, at times felt worn.

But I never gave up on brighter days,

I say to you: thank you, life!

In every fate my Creator has written,

There lies a wisdom, always clear.

Before such destiny, calmly I bow,

I say to you: thank you, life!

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There’s Still a Chance

There comes a time you lose your way,

You dread the night, ignore the day.

Each breath feels heavy, joy seems gone,

You wonder if you still belong.

But hear me now — the time will come,

When darkness fades and light will hum.

A day will rise, so pure, so bright,

And lift you gently toward the light.

I know you feel your dreams are lost,

Forgotten hopes, a painful cost.

Regret may grip you like a chain,

But even storms will pass with rain.

Don’t say “Not now,” don’t ask “But when?”

For life can bloom with joy again.

The day you thought would break you down,

Will one day wear a golden crown.

You, kind in heart and strong in soul,

Your words like balm, your spirit whole.

Though things today may seem unjust,

Your turn will come — believe, and trust.

Yes, patience hurts, I know it well,

Like seeking springs where deserts dwell.

Your tears may speak, your silence scream,

But never lose your precious dream.

Tomorrow waits with open skies,

With grace that lifts and wings that rise.

There’s still a chance, there’s still a way —

Please don’t give up — not now, not today.

Success is near, just past the bend,

And joy is yours, around the end.

The world still needs your voice, your spark —

You are the light within the dark.

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Xasanova Aziza Kumushbek Qizi, a talented student at Tashkent University of Economics and Pedagogy, was born on October 1, 2004, in Chirchik, Tashkent Region. Her exceptional achievements earned her the prestigious title of "Faculty Zulfiya" in a competition held by the university on March 1, 2025. Aziza has published several scientific articles and her creative works, including poems and stories, have been featured in numerous newspapers, magazines, and websites globally. Her literary prowess has transcended borders, with publications in countries such as Albania, Pakistan, Italy, America, Great Britain, Germany, India, Argentina, Turkey, Arabia, Uzbekistan, Kenya, Africa, Korea, and Bangladesh, showcasing her versatility and talent to the world.