Ali Mardonov is one of the bullies and regular boys of the Serob. Serob is a large village. This village is divided into 4 parts and its names are also a bit spectacular: Past, Dash, Boy Qishlaq and Kanaljiyak. This place has no problems except sinecure. There are no industrial and other buildings. Everyone made a living by farming. Barely every kind of work has to be done by hand. And this life was waiting for Ali too. The sun is shining and Ali must go to school. He must score an A mark today, after that, he can earn 2000 sums. After that, he can go to the city to play video games with his friends. He tried to do homework in English. He memorized numbers from one to twelve and the alphabet too. He knows the teacher will give excellent marks because of his hard work. He was one of the bully boys in this class. The door opened and a new teacher entered the room with the director. “She is your new teacher from English, I hope you follow her” said the director and left the room. After taking a deep breath “My name is Madina Bekmurodovna,” said teacher. Ali was surprised after this work, he did not know, how to solve this issue. He had one purpose. On the one hand new teacher means a new opportunity for taking the easy mark, on the other hand, she might use another technique and new theme after that he can't take the needed mark. The teacher took a bag and put it on the table and said that she would reward those who answered well with a gift. It was an unexpected way to attract pupils to the lesson at that moment. Students stopped whispering and they concentrated on the lesson for winning the prize. The teacher gave them a task for solving to them. Ali tried to be first because the topic of the task was the alphabet, numbers and weekdays, but Abror did it. Ali felt that he wanted to learn English, but he was not sure about it yet. When he watched TV at night, he saw a show about pilots and he wanted to be like them, “I want to be like them, Mom,” said Ali. “You must learn foreign languages to be a pilot,” said the mother and she discussed it with her husband. After that, Ali and his mother came to Madina's house. Madina heard about Ali's interest and asked him a few questions.  He passed the exam with an awesome impression. He studied English very well, he used to carry books with him everywhere. He seems to have found his identity. He went to competitions between schools, made friends and tested his knowledge. Unfortunately, his teacher got married and Ali was left alone. He had to learn on his own. The reason was that his teacher had moved away. When he graduated from school, he scored bad results in competitions. His friends had advanced a lot. Afterwards, he started to prepare for the State Exam using the developing online education. Online education helped him a lot. In the exams, he scored 78% result above was returned. And it was getting better. Although, there are 13 days left for the main exam, a new law was adopted, according to which it was announced that the exam will consist of 2 subjects instead of 3 subjects. He knows about his relative's eyes on him. He may lead them to the future by achieving this result. Because if he entered the university, the children of his relatives would also try to enter. Ali should be a leader in this regard and he knows it himself. The day of the exam came and he went to take the exam. Ali was not excited, he didn't think about anything, he just left responsible. After the exam, Ali showed the result of 73.4%. It meant failure. He could not enter the university. Then he stayed for a moment like freezing and he just continued his daily jobs. He heard that his classmate entered the university, it was not tragedy, tragedy was his father's words “If you score good result, we will celebrate like them”. Listening to these words can be a deadly punch when you fail at something. It was not charging, it was a dream of the father. He settled on restarting everything after 3 months, he looked for a new teacher and joined his course. “You said that “I was prepared from English ago,” said the teacher but you can't answer my questions.  “How long have you been prepared before,” asked the teacher. “A year ago,” answered Ali. “You should go home, I have no beginner group for that time being. “I have to prepare, I will pay for it and if I can't achieve my goal it will be my failure,” said Ali. “It is your decision,” said the teacher. During the lesson, Ali showed very good results and achieved a 94% result of 105 questions on the new system. He was second in the group. The teacher was surprised at him. The 2nd time the exam day time is coming, this time Ali prepared for to exam strictly. But he scored a bad result, it was 77%. Happily, testing from 105 questions made it hard to score good results. He is the student. He achieved this after lots of hard work.

There are a lot of contests for youths that are constituted by our President.Among them,the competition called "Young Reader" has become a sample of my vibrant memories.In fact,in 2022 for the first time I got to participate in the republican stage of this contest. I was left in 4th in the regional stage because of the lack of my experience.After this catastrophic lose of hope for winning,my craving for the reward has died.You may ask,who was the impetus for my constancy of attempts,then I would answer "that's my mom and my dad,they were the motivation themselves" I used to be just televiewer of this contest only, while the winners were gathered in front of the main stage I used to hear my mums words "when I will be able to see my daughter in the group of these intelligent young people?Will I see my daughter holding the main reward,waving the key of an automobile?"As I am a pupil of the russian school,where all the subjects are taught in Russian,I was strictly against to my participation in this contest as if  the sky was going to fall down to the ground. But my mother's request taught me not to lose myself, our national values, literature,not to forget my mother tongue. The terms of the competition were much more difficult, I hesitated too much when i was speaking in public for preparation of the contest. It was too challenging me. How many sleepless nights,cartoonless and phoneless days have I experienced...When I prioritized my perfect participation I dreamed a lot about: discussing difficult topics with the most quick-witted readers from the different parts of my country, creating a group on a Telegram Messenger, and building a brief conversation with them.The most interesting part was the  poetry challenge. I was in 4th in terms of the participants. Until this round I skimmed the whole book that was being presented to first participants.I felt that I should read this book as much as I can in order to answer to the questions of judges,but anyway the feeling of low memory-esteem left no way for me.I clearly remember that the participant  called Shahriyor asked me to lend the book. I felt the powerful fire inside. Soon realized that that's called jealousy.Somehow more powerful river ran and engulfed the flame, and gave back my sense of humanity to myself. Then I gave the book to Shahriyor. I began to turn the book "Little star" of Abdulla Oripov over and over until i was called to the main stage ...Just a minute before leaving the waiting room suddenly I came across the short poem.It was about a pen. I read it just once. On the stage I was required to choose any random number on the screen with random poems behind. This is unbelievable but... overriskingly,I chose the number 13 against the beliefs that it's an unlucky number.The 4 lines of the poem behind the number were the ones that I read 5 minutes ago!!!I was amazed!!!For the whole preparation year for this contest I read this poem only once,and plus once,there,in waiting room.I was confident in describing this poem to judges,as ideas were fresh in my mind.Fortunately,I got the highest score in this part of the challenges.While leaving the stage I was completely convinced that Allah is seeing all my efforts and will not leave them without reward.But at first,I speculate,I was examined in terms of humanity.When I agreed to lend that book,i passed the exam. I could control my jealousy and put the tolerance and humanity as my priorities.From that moment,I started to take actions accepting them as if they are exams that Allah is giving.What if I had not lent the book?!I would not achieve the highest score and stage overall.Thank God,I am receiving the fruits of my hard efforts.Shortly,that competition taught me a life lesson.

Thinking about your childhood days, how many dream jobs have you had? When I was in grade school, I wanted to be a scientist simply because I love science. In high school, I had several options: I wanted to be a businessman only because I wanted to see myself in a suit and tie. I wanted to be a chef because I thought cooking with a pan in flames was cool. I wanted to be a doctor because I watched medical-themed K-drama, which inspired me. When I entered college, my passion shifted again. I took a BS in Psychology course because I thought I could read people like a book. Consequently, I wanted to become a psychologist when I graduate. As an enthusiastic student full of hopes and dreams, I saw myself finishing my Master's and Ph.D. Back then, I was sure that I would become successful in the field of Psychology. But as fate seems to like to interfere with my life that bad, I suddenly wanted to become a doctor again. A medical doctor, to be exact. I then took the National Medical Admission Test (NMAT). I put all my effort into my review, and I was glad to get a percentile rank of 93. I was all set to enroll in my dream school, but I couldn't take all the required course units due to the pandemic. I was also short on my budget, and even getting a scholarship wouldn't save me from my bills on due. I knew I had to give up this opportunity to have a more stable source of income for myself and my family. I had to rethink all the skills I can use to find a job that suits me. I knew that I needed money, but I never wanted to settle for less just because I think I'm on a dead end. I know how to draw, but I don't see myself as an artist. I love photography, but I couldn't go out and take pictures because of the pandemic. I can sing, but only with a choir. So what's left in there for me? After days of thinking, I found an answer. Finally, a 'eureka' moment! Since high school, I've always had this passion for writing. But never did I imagine that writing would eventually become my source of income. I never thought that I had a future in writing. But since I was caught in a dead-end, I had to make a new path. There's no way that I would accept defeat unless I tried everything. Here's when I decided to pursue copywriting. Copywriting is one of the highest-paying writing jobs out there. Perfect for my empty wallet and my late-bloomed passion. Guess what? I was hired by a Digital Marketing Agency even I have barely any experience! I don't know what words to describe how I felt, but I know that I was glad that they saw potential through my writing skills, and now I'm working with them for their company's success. Looking back, it's crazy how I shifted my focus from health to the marketing industry. Never would I have imagined that taking a step back and starting again will bring me to a better place where I am today. Although I still consider becoming a health professional, I'd like to take this opportunity to explore my talent and grab every opportunity that comes along the way. Can you relate to this roller coaster journey? Going back to my question: which one controls your life - free will or fate? At this point, I feel like fate has been pushing me to this path. But I do believe that my success still lies within my hands. Whether you believe that free will or fate controls your life, don't be afraid to make new paths whenever you reach a dead end. Life never stops until you stop trying. Good luck! :)