AZİZA – Xasanova Aziza Kumushbek qizi. Born on October 1, 2004 in Chirchik, Tashkent Region (Uzbekistan). Currently a student at Tashkent University of Economics and Pedagogy. On March 1, 2025, she received the title of “Faculty Zulfiya” in a competition held by the university. She has published several scientific articles. Her poems and stories have been published in many newspapers, magazines, and websites around the world. Her poems, stories and works are constantly published in countries such as Albania, Pakistan, Italy, America, Great Britain, Germany, India, Argentina, Turkey, Arabia and Uzbekistan, Kenya, Africa, Korea, Bangladesh.
Life
You’ve changed me,
My eyes like dark coffee.
Youth has risen in me,
And pains have poured heavily.
Why are you so bitter,
Even pepper feels shy?
At times, a sweet prick you are,
Even angels hang their heads high.
Life, tell me, why are you
Never gentle, never plain?
Why push so hard
A girl so pure, so vain?
Life — you’ve changed me,
Taught me how to endure.
Facing betrayal without a smile,
Taught me strength that’s sure.
Giving left to enemies,
Losing friends along the way.
And in the end, you’ve taught me
How to grow and stand someday.
Thank you, life
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!
My truth
Whenever I write my poems on paper,
The pen is my companion, the paper—my friend.
Alas, they do not know what I feel inside,
Perhaps that’s why the pen tips break.
I tear the paper, hurting its heart,
I squeeze the pen as if it’s to blame.
My mood today is just like the rain,
As if the paper knows I love the rain.
Irretrievable hearts
I’ve left a thousand times, yet still forgave,
But now – no way back, no road to save.
Forgiveness turns bitter, too heavy to give,
When hearts fall for those with no will to live.
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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