“Hi! Did you like my poem? Will it be published? When will it come out? If there’s anything I could improve, please tell me. It would be amazing if it could be published today—I’ve been really looking forward to it!”
Sobirjonova Rayhona is a 11th-grade student at Secondary School No. 8 in Vobkent District, Bukhara Region. Born in December 2008 in Cho’rikalon village, she has been interested in literature, history, and creativity from an early age. She began writing in the 3rd grade, and her first poem was published in Vobkent Hayoti. Her works have appeared in national and international journals, and she has won prizes in various competitions. She continues to actively pursue her creative work.
My Kind Teacher, Shoira Obidova
You are my angel, gentle and bright,
A gift from Allah, pure and true.
For you, I’d give my soul, my life, my light,
May joy forever shine within your view.
Many teachers walk this earthly way,
Yet none like you, my guide, my friend.
Each time I see you, my heart will sway,
With you, my sweetest moments never end.
I pray to Allah day and night,
Protect my teacher, Lord above.
Accept my prayers, make all things right,
Be her support with endless love.
Her words are gold, so deep, so wise,
They fill my face with radiant glow.
With such a teacher, the world will rise,
My one, my only, none I know.
A loyal guide in every test,
Her honor higher than mountains stand.
Through trials, she proves herself the best,
Her words like honey, sweet and grand.
Poet Rayhona’s finest guide,
Without a doubt, it’s Shoira dear.
Her soaring soul, her shining pride,
A melody that makes life clear.
O Merciful Allah, forever kind,
Protect my teacher every day.
Make her beloved in humankind,
May we, her students, light her way.
