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Eralieva Umutkan Polotovna Kyrgyzstan was born on July 12, 1968 in the village of Kok-Zhar in the Nookat district of the Osh region of Kyrgyzstan.
Eralieva Umutkan is a poet, writer, publicist. Member of the National Union of Writers of Kyrgyzstan (2011), the Union of Journalists of Kyrgyzstan (2014). Member of the Writers’ Union of North America (2021), member of the Eurasian Creative Guild (London) (2021), member of the Singapore Federation of World Culture and Art.
Author of ten books.
Winner of more than 260 international literary festivals and competitions. His works have been translated into more than 62 languages of the world.
Participant of more than 80 world literary almanacs, newspapers, magazines, anthologies, websites. Literary editor of four international English-language journals.
Literary editor of the world’s popular English-language electronic magazine “Kaviya Kishore”, an international hardcover magazine “Luminance” in Bangladesh (Dhaka). General Director of the international online publication Skylark Poetry spi (Dhaka) in Kyrgyzstan. The magazine “World International Editorial Board” (USA).
Academician of the Brazilian Literary Academy “Alegro”.
Awarded the medal “Icon of Peace” of the Institute of Peace in Nigeria (Abuja) (2022). Member of the Board of Directors of the Institute for World Peace in Nigeria.
Ambassador of the Institute for World Peace in Nigeria.
President of Polish (Warsaw) Literary Association (SAPS) in Kyrgyzstan.
Ciesart Barcelona (International Chamber of Writers and Artists) and Director of Ciesart-Kyrgyzstan ;
VOICES OF FRIENDS POETRY AND ART CONTEST:
Finalist certificate “category Poetry” is awarded
6-10 th of May 2022 SHCUCHINSK , BURABAY DISTRICT (KAZAKHSTAN)
OF FINALIST category “OPINION JOURNALISM” is awarded
XI open EURASIAN LITERATURE FESTIVAL&BOOK FORUM (10-16th of December 2022 Melbourne Australia)
OF FINALIST category “PROSE” in nomination CHILDREN BOOK
XI open EURASIAN LITERATURE FESTIVAL&BOOK FORUM (10-16th of December 2022 Melbourne Australia)
Project Ambassador” Stockholm-2033 ” In Kyrgyzstan
Ambassador of the International Academy of Ethics (India).
Participant of the project “Mario compar Poesia” in Brazil.
Ambassador for Peace and Humanity IF CH Morocco;
Awarded the Star of Culture Medal of the Columbia Institute of Literature (2023). Medalla de la Estrella Cultural Letras del Pacífico
The “Ambassador of Peace” Award of the UN International Organization in the field of peace and human rights.
In 2022, the music for the author’s song “stop the war” was written by the famous Polish composer Zbigniew Roth.
Umutkan Eralieva
A SPOILED GIRL OR A FAIRY TALE ABOUT HIV AIDS
A little girl grew up in the same family
So spoiled.
She was so naughty,
I tried everything easily.
Clubs, discos, saunas –
My head turned joyfully,
She said yes to a carefree life.
Her parents look into her eyes,
She’s the only one they have,
And follow her decrees,
Sometimes strange, unexpected.
And dissatisfied with the teacher,
Then they immediately run headlong to school
And they’ll yell at the teacher.
Spoiled excessively,
Her parents please her.
I found a friend after a while
And she disappears everywhere with her.
Every day is a celebration, fun
Laughter surrounds her everywhere,
So he spends his life aimlessly.
He finds various reasons,
Endless whims,
He wants to and does not go to school,
Walks, eats in a cafe.
Wasting days
With frivolous ones like herself,
So days and months pass.
I forgot that she needs to go to school
Walking around and deceiving everyone.
They just bought her a certificate –
How I liked the time of joys.
In a day almost – birthday,
There are reasons for gatherings,
How many feasts a month – I can’t count.
Although she did, but she throws
Studying is alien to good.
And the contract is paid
Parents, it’s so necessary.
She fell in love with habits:
Careless, lightweight,
Turned the thoughts of the body.
She began to sell her body,
It’s already ripe for this.
Chose a dark road
And she lived without anxiety at all.
She got involved with harlots,
On the edge of life was,
Getting lower and lower.
The fun doesn’t stop,
Addicted to anasha, a potion,
She was expelled from her studies,
Drug plotting,
I started selling everything from home –
I was on a life break,
A bitter period of fracture.
Mother, father drove into suffering,
In his old age – torture.
As a result, the house is secured
And there is no joy beyond the threshold.
All well-being is gone,
There are unlucky days left –
They have been taught by their upbringing.
But the daughter was not abandoned,
Where just did not apply,
All in vain, all idle
The money was wasted.
A bad disease has taken hold,
Addiction is a difficult thing,
Her parents have aged with her.
Money has been collected for years
They were given to their daughters themselves,
I was ashamed in front of society,
For negligent – it’s a shame.
All well-being is gone,
The daughter entered the dense swamp,
Drowned in a boiling lie.
So mother and father support,
Giving all the energy,
After all, it is impossible to renounce the child,
When a terrible trouble is near.
The ancestors are collecting money again
And my daughter is being sent to Russia.
She went through fire and pipes,
It was cold, my lips were trembling,
A bullet fired from a gun,
The days flew by, ruining her.
But life has made adjustments,
She found a way to survive,
Became a part-time worker,
To drive away misfortunes.
The life she spent
Related to scandals,
Then it was hot, then it was shivering,
Like she was drinking poison.
I ‘ve known trouble,
I have experienced beatings,
I saw everything in full,
After all, I lived in such an atmosphere.
She did not become defenseless at all,
Challenging the villainess fate,
And I found potentials in myself,
Tuning in to work and success.
Russia has embraced,
Provided her own plane,
It turned out that it was possible to work,
Here I saw the threshold of paradise.
In trouble, he will not leave because the Russian
And he will give a hand to the disadvantaged,
And soon her path became clear,
Light, not filled.
Kept the mistakes of the past
In myself, working day and night.
Around everyone wishing the best,
I was able to overcome my addictions.
Working day and night,
Transferred money to the bank
And the years passed unnoticed,
I returned home to rest.
Doing everything in a foreign country,
I didn ‘t give myself any slack,
But still she lost her look,
The poor thing has fallen ill.
The whole body was covered with spots,
The creator decided inevitably,
To demand payment for sins.
And the mother hopes for a miracle,
At least she sees her daughter very badly,
Doctors diagnosed,
Rechecking many times,
And the illness took all the strength,
I broke my empty hopes,
Bent her, tortured her.
The poor thing is completely emaciated,
She has become a fragile reed,
There were plaintive eyes,
Bruises from injections, such a path…
Shaking exhausted
And my beloved by my parents.
God punished her severely,
He called me to answer for the past.
Despite the fact that a woman,
The demand is not reduced from this.
Death is coming closer and closer,
Having opened his mouth, he only breathes like a dragon
And he hears his last breaths.
And the poor mother hoped,
That her daughter has improved,
After all , it goes the right way,
Although she was not righteous.
I thought the doctors were experienced,
But the diagnosis is too harsh.
It turned out that AIDS is a disaster.
Doctors are doing their best –
The treatment is very complicated.
They fight hard for her life,
Weeks cannot be extended.
The merciless death is coming –
With an iron sword – bloodthirsty.
The hospital is kind to the lucky ones
And there are a lot of them according to statistics,
Those who are still destined to live
They will rise up, they will get stronger anyway,
But if you are born unhappy,
This is a merciless death house.
Poor mother suffers,
It’s like she got into trouble herself,
Turned into a prisoner of flour
The days have become blind, short-sighted.
She even lost consciousness,
After all, the test is higher than the measures,
A very heavy punishment.
And once she was happy,
she was inseparable from her husband,
Now only in the grip of suffering,
There is a word – disappointment,
After all, the child is a particle of the body,
Her whole soul darkened.
Alas, parents are shedding tears,
Their forecasts were not expected.
Leaves very young,
And they have a gray head.
Sometimes fate is ruthless,
But this is also the result of pampering,
The earth became a pillow for my daughter.
AIDS is the hell of our century,
Let us block the way forever!
We will fight, resist,
So that he could understand our strength.
AIDS is the plague of our century,
The inevitable death of a person.
AIDS is contagious, incurable,
So let’s avoid it.
Oh, humanity!
Wake up unconsciousness,
After all, it takes a hundred thousand lives –
This is a terrible circumstance,
It’s time to challenge AIDS!
