I. Plan: 1. My life in a pandemic. II. Main part: 1. My life in a pandemic. I don't think anyone remembers the pandemic era with good memories. It's true, when the quarantine started, all students were happy, they thought that now they can rest at home and get a salary without working. But later on, this quarantine leads to the economic stress of not only the citizen, but also the family, even the country, the laziness of the citizens, the people of various professions, and the ignorance of the students due to the fact that they have been transferred to full online education. many did not think. Imagine if a medical student spends more than 1 year studying online in quarantine, how can he be trusted to treat a sick HUMAN BEING after graduation. This is an example of one occupation. I don't remember the quarantine period with good memories either. Until the quarantine, I was temporarily unemployed due to the liquidation of our organization, my husband did not work anywhere, we had no income. In a difficult situation, I found a job in a private organization in the center of our region in the night shift and started learning. I had to support my family and pay off loans. Quarantine was announced on the third day after I started work, I left the night shift and went out in the morning. There is no one on the street, neither people nor cars. I had a lot of trouble until I got home, the fares have increased. When I was going to our district, they closed the border posts on the road and stopped the traffic between the region and the district. People were trying to move from district to region and from region to district in vehicles. I also lost the job I just got. In order to do business, I opened a store selling office equipment for rent in the center of our district. Quarantine measures were further strengthened. It was not possible to go out during the day or at night. Even if we talked with our neighbor near our house, the internal affairs officers would come and insist that we enter the house. We didn't have enough facilities in our house, internet, modern telephone or TV and so on. My 2 young children were very bored. Food was brought to our neighborhood every day in transport, but we saved money to buy it. In such a difficult situation, every day we saw information about daily illnesses and deaths of citizens on TV, and our morale was depressed. During the quarantine period, the Muslim holiday of Eid took place, and one of the good people gave us food from his son for our livelihood. Many thanks to the head of our state and other leaders, neighborhood workers and entrepreneurs, who during the quarantine period distributed necessary food products to the families in need in all 9255 neighborhoods in Uzbekistan. Quarantine has caused difficulties for some, but it has brought great benefits to others. For example, the price of a simple mask has increased up to eight times. Residents rushed to their homes and bought various types of food from the market, which led to an artificial increase in prices. This caused difficulties for poor families. During the quarantine, not a single person or car could be seen on our crowded street, which was a very boring sight. As soon as the quarantine ended, a person close to me offered to work at the university, I agreed and was very happy. I had a hard time until my first month, because we had just come out of the quarantine. Thank God, our situation is good now, we live happily with my family. I wanted to write many more life stories about the quarantine, unfortunately, it was limited. III. Summary Quarantine has taught us and our country a lot, showing the consequences of not having enough knowledge and practice of medicine during the pandemic, full online education of pupils and students, or citizens not leaving home, harming the future of education, and not following cleanliness. put One of the best news I heard during the quarantine was the partial restoration of the ecology and azan layer in various countries due to the decrease in tourism in the world. Everyone knows that the life of all living organisms on earth is closely related to ecology. In conclusion, thanks to our president who thought of our people during the quarantine, worried about them, took care of them and only thought of the people, put his family second and served the people, sleep and I thank the tireless doctors, internal affairs officers and other state employees. I would also like to thank the people who organized the contest of essays about quarantine, because everyone is relieved to share their experiences. I think that such pandemics will not happen again in my lifetime. I believe that by using the ideas in these essays, an article, a book or a documentary film will be published that will benefit people.

According to the Islamic calendar, every year holy Ramadan arrives, Ramadan goes. In this holy month, the people of the Muslim age, healthy and powerful men and women, celebrate fasting, from the time of worship, from Sadeq to the sunset till the sunset and to abstain from sexual intercourse. To express the main purpose of fasting, it is said in the holy Quran: "O you who believe! Fasting was ordained for you, as it was prescribed for the people of your past, that you may practice piety. " (Surat al-Baqarah 184) Adults of healthy, healthy Muslim men and women who have attained the good fortune of Ramadan should continue their efforts to keep fasting without taking refuge in any kind of neglect and neglect. Because people are mortal, so that Ramadan going away is more likely to not come back to life second time. Ramadan is a month that does not compare with any month. It has been narrated in the Qur'an: Ramadan is the month that was revealed in the Qur'an which is a guidance for mankind and clear evidence of guidance and mischief (difference between right and wrong). So whoever of you receives this month, should fast on it. (Surat al-Baqarah 186) Fasting in the human heart increases the quality of faith, devotion and piety, salt equality, fasting, forgiveness of all sins, and guarantees the reward of Paradise, Hadrat Abu Huraira (R) narrated that the Prophet, peace be upon him, said, "Whoever fasting in the month of Ramadan for the sincerity of good faith and good results, all sins of his past shall be forgiven." (Bukhari, Muslim) It is known from the hadith that 'fasting is half of patience and half of patience is half of faith'. Among the five pillars of Islam, the greatest pillar is the medium of meeting with the Creator with the fasting of Ramadan. That is why Rasul Karim (peace be upon him) had done Ershad through Hadith in the Hadith Lord God of honor and dignity says, 'All other acts of man are for his own sake, but fasting is for me alone, and I will reward him for this', fasting shield. In his name, in whose hands Muhammad's life, the smell of the face of fasting is more sacred than the smell of meshes to Allah. A fasting man enjoys two pleasures, he is happy when he breaks and he is happy for the good of fasting when he meets his Lord. (Bukhari) It appears from the Qur'an that Allah Almighty will give rewardless blessings to the patient. Fasting performed the final sample of patience by performing fasting, it is learned from the traditions that, Rasool Pak (S) said, Allah said that the fasting of his desires only lingers and drinkers only for me; Therefore, I am the reward for fasting (Muslim) Imam Ghayali (Rh) said to celebrate the fertility of fasting in Ramadan, "Allah blesses the angels in the worship of fasting youth by angels; And said, O young man defying the desire for me! O young man who spent his youth in satisfaction! You are not less than an angel. O the church of the angel! Look at my young servant, he has abandoned his anger, his mouth, and his food, for the sake of my satisfaction. " (Ya Ya Ulumiddin) Aishah (ra) narrated that, Rasul al-karim (peace be upon him) said, "The devil walks in the human ropes, if you want to protect yourself from the devil, then narrow your artery through fasting. Rabi added, once Huzur (peace be upon him) said to me, O Aysha! Always hold fast to the door of the gardens. I asked the Messenger of Allah (peace be upon him) how? He (peace be upon him) replied, "By fasting". (Yeh Yu Ulumuddin) It has been narrated by Abu Hurairah (R) Rasool said, "When the month of Ramadan comes, the doors of Paradise are opened, the doors of Hell are closed, and the bundle of Satan is tied up." (Bukhari) Every fasting should be kept in mind that fasting means the way to survive and to exclude certain things. There is no work of externality in between. Any other worship is seen in the human form but fasting is a worship that only God can see, whose root roots are attached to the hidden piety in the person's heart. It is learned from the hadith that Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) said, "If the devil had not come to the heart of the human heart, then people would have been able to look upward. Fasting is the shield of the acts of worship, to stop the coming of Satan.

If someone asked me to define myself, one of the first things I would bring up is that I'm a very religious person. My family grew up teaching me and my sister the Arabic alphabet, and then teaching us how to read the Quran fluently. I pray 5 times a day, attend programs at my mosque, and used to go to Sunday School to learn about things crucial in order for me to pray correctly. Additionally, I wear my religious headpiece, my hijab, everywhere out in public. To say the least, it's become a very normal and needed part of my life, and just another aspect in order for me to outwardly express myself to my peers and quite literally anyone else's eye I catch. The first day I saw my cousin wear her hijab to school in seventh grade, I felt knots in my stomach. In short, it made me nervous to acknowledge she was my family, and to even look at her. After a while, I bet you could imagine exactly how I felt when my sister asked my mom if we could wear our hijabs to school. After approval from her, and from my principal (after discussing what color they should be to fit our uniform) my sister was 100% ready to put it on, and ready to head to school. The first day she showed up wearing her black and (slightly) sequined hijab, people stared. It gave me butterflies in my stomach, made me so afraid that someone would have something to say. Every single day following that, my mom, my sister, my friends, and even some of my family asked: Aren't you going to wear yours? Embarrassingly enough, I couldn't work up the courage to wear my matching sequined black hijab until 3 days later. I told myself, “It's okay if people ask questions! It's okay if they stare!”, but I was undeniably very, very nervous. Imagine the sight of us, two Muslim girls with matching hijabs walking together into school. All eyes were on us, even when I got inside the cafeteria, and took a seat for breakfast. “Are you allowed to wear that? Are you a Nun? What is that on your head?” I felt so afraid, so nervous, that I simply couldn't bring myself to answer their questions and said that I would just tell them later. That day, I remember, it was windy when I was out in morning formation (which is what we do at my military based school). I kept silently willing my hijab in my brain to “Stop moving with the wind!! Stop blowing in my face!”. That whole day, I cowered in fear when people looked at me longer than they needed to, or when they asked about my hijab. I was afraid. But why? Now, after wearing my hijab at school and out in public for around 3 to 4 years, I look upon my past actions with shame. Why was I so afraid? Whenever someone asks about my hijab now, I smile. I tell them how to pronounce it, say yes, I am a Muslim, and that I have almost 2 whole drawers full of multi-colored hijabs! People tell me I look lovely (and I agree), and they're curious about why I wear it, what made me want to wear it, and more. It makes me so much stronger, as I can openly tell people from one look that yes, I feel very strongly enough about my religion enough to wear my hijab out in public, everywhere. In fact, I can quite proudly say that I act the complete flip side now if people are curious. There was even one instance where I was grocery shopping with my family, and a man came up to me and my sister and said, “I have something to say to you… You two look so pretty with your hijabs on!”. At first, I was thinking that the man was going to say something that could potentially cause a debate in the middle of a store, and I was ready to defend myself, but this was a complete surprise that warmed my heart. Also, it's been a source for me to make friends with people! Teachers and adults ask me what my hijab means to me, what it means in my religion, and even go on to ask where I'm from. Also, my hijab tells people that I am Muslim, so whenever I see any Muslim out in public or school, we give each other a smile and greet each other with, “Assalamualaikum!”. Yes, I can say that my initial reaction to wearing my religious headpiece was fear and anxiety. However, I can now also say that I see it as such a positive and strong part of myself, that I feel very naked and lost without it. So, this is why I believe many people can also change their viewpoints on my hijab and about my religion as a whole. Although it was difficult to change my own views about my religion, I wholeheartedly believe others can as well. My story isn't one full of fear or danger as others are, but I still want to get my message across. Do you, yourself, think you can change?

We, human beings, tend to build intimate and emotional connections towards various things we encounter and places we visit. If our relationships with these things or places come to an end; we may well mourn their absence or go through an experience of remembrance. This emotional and existential remembrance could include our past experiences, actions, places we have been to and people we met. This is what we could define as Nostalgia; the emotional yearning for the past, for places and things that we sentimentally associate with. We could find ourselves often trapped in the past, be it pleasant or unpleasant. In such a situation, our remembrance and nostalgic feelings could be evoked by different external stimuli. Even the slightest stimulation can incite nostalgia. In this sense; a scent, a scene, a person, a voice, an action or a place have the ability to stimulate a tape of similar experiences inside our heads. As an international student abroad, I would argue that people would vouch that it is quite natural to be nostalgic, experience homesickness and potential loneliness. A foreign country, a foreign culture and a foreign language, it is indeed obvious that I'm highly likely to miss home. However, the feelings of nostalgia could be relatively different from person to person. In my case, I do not miss the physical place or people per si as much as I miss my past experiences with them. As a Muslim female student, I would say my presence is constantly received as an accumulation of ideas held and interpreted differently by different people. Yet, my true self is always concealed and never received. In my culture, that is highly conservative and sometimes unfortunately sexist, I'm required to live according to the norms of the society, fulfill certain rules allocated to me as a female and prohibited from certain activities that are the monopoly of men. According to their beliefs, I'm not required to have a strong and independent opinion because, by and large, I'm expected to be a ladylike, decent wife and mother regardless of my values, and thoughts. Living under this canopy of rules always tortured me and silenced my entity in fear of being rejected by the society. On the other side of the fence, the situation is not significantly different as a veiled Muslim student abroad. Namely, a lot of people do receive me as a representation of a barbaric, oppressing culture and a terrorist religion. I, frequently, see frightened and hate looks on the faces of people. I try to fit in but the cultural barriers are always a major hurdle. I'm, thus, never received based on who I am or on my thoughts, but rather on my appearance and gender. All these unfortunate experiences made me constantly pressured and nostalgic to the past, to my childhood and teenage years, where I used to be independent, dreamy, strong-willed. I never imagined that my life would take this critical turn and become caged in the so-called world of stereotypes held by others. An influential experience which incited a sudden nostalgia took place in my first Yoga experience. When I arrived at the location, I immediately got a soothing homey feeling due to the warmth of the room and the gentle waft of the incense. We sat down around a beautifully-lit candle in the middle, held each other's hands and listened to a soothing meditation music. I and the instructor held hands, At that particular moment, I had strange feelings of warmth and compassion. Feelings I only used to know when I was younger; when I used to come back from school or sports training, play with my cat, watch my favourite animation on tv, swim in my imagination to be like one of the imaginary animated heroes in the show, and wait for my mother to come back from work to tell her about my day, adventures, my dreams and how I look forward to making them true. I had a sudden flashback; a recreation of the past in front of my eyes, my tears uncontrollably fell down afterward. As soon as the session finished, I realized that it was time to get back to the real world; the world where I'm no longer that strong dreamy child. The instructor looked me in the eyes and said “you will be alright”, I felt she was looking at my heart and that she sensed my sentiments and the overflow of emotions through my skin. I still experience the after effects of my first yoga session because it was utterly nostalgic and a sudden reminiscence of the past. It was like a psychedelic experience of feelings and memories. It is, indeed, enchanting how a single experience stimulated countless feelings and memories through a vivid flashback. All in all, it is terrible that people in both cultures treat me as an embodiment of social and cultural representation instead of a person with an independent entity. Nevertheless, one thing I learned from this existential experience is that we should effortlessly fight for who we are, our dreams and voices.