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Yesterday Is Already Past

Yesterday Is Already Past
Is Fame Superior to Human Dignity?
In societies where public reputation and social prestige are prioritized over the future of young women, endurance becomes not a choice but a destiny imposed upon them. In his short story “Yesterday Is Already Past,” Shukur Kholmirzaev presents the character of Sobirova as a woman trapped in ideological nostalgia, whose unwavering concern for social recognition prevents her from confronting present realities. It would not be an exaggeration to argue that her moral vision is clouded by ambition. By surrendering her daughter’s life to social judgment, she allows collective opinion to dictate a deeply personal fate. Her persistent attachment to outdated political ideals—most notably her obsession with Communist Party membership—along with her indulgence in hollow aspirations, gradually leads her into profound psychological and ethical torment.
Had Sobirova been capable of interpreting Unsinova’s post-dismissal visits with greater awareness, she might have recognized the validity of her son Kamol’s warnings. Unrestrained ambition, as the narrative suggests, inevitably draws individuals into the quagmire of remorse. However, the story transcends the personal tragedy of a single mother and daughter. At its core, it offers a critical examination of society’s treatment of women. What is destroyed is not merely a young woman’s emotional state, but the totality of her existence. Her happiness is subordinated to social gossip and moral surveillance, leaving her deprived of agency, autonomy, and the right to choose her own life path.
Through this narrative, Kholmirzaev exposes how the relentless pursuit of fame, status, and ideological legitimacy gradually erodes fundamental human values and dignity. Parents may reassure themselves that their actions are justified, yet the pain suppressed within, the tears shed in isolation, and the silence stretched across a lifetime remain unarticulated. This silence, the author suggests, constitutes the most devastating form of tragedy.
Most importantly, the relevance of this narrative is not confined to the past. Similar patterns of control, judgment, and sacrifice persist in contemporary societies. Therefore, “Yesterday Is Already Past” should be read not merely as a historical reflection, but as a timeless social critique that continues to resonate today.
In conclusion, fame and social recognition—however fiercely contested—must never be elevated above human dignity. When societies sacrifice the futures of young women in the name of reputation, the moral failures of the past are inevitably reproduced in the present. Human worth, personal freedom, and emotional integrity are far more valuable than any form of social prestige.

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AZİZA – POEMS

Xasanova Aziza Kumushbek qizi

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.

POEMS BY AZİZA:

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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Xasanova Aziza Kumushbek qizi

Xasanova Aziza Kumushbek qizi

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.

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