Yakhyo Kadyrov

Sometimes, when I’m in public, I find myself wondering if life is Roblox or just a box of chocolates—but I always fail to find the answer. Why? Because there’s always a bunch of students laughing like hyenas from The Lion King over each other’s IELTS Writing Task 2 essays.
As someone who represents higher culture, I’d love to ask them to be quieter or just tell them to stfu. But I’m not just a representative of higher classes.I'm an altruist as well. So instead, I recommend them to attend the webinar Adilkhan is conducting on IELTS Writing.
Make sure you join too and learn his Band 8 writing techniques, so you can laugh at your friend’s Task 2 like a Lion King hyena, but with an 8.

Tell me if I’m wrong, but Central Asia is entering its own digital renaissance. The Uzum market was a big example that already-existing models in the "West" can be successfully adapted to Central Asia. Now, more and more existing business models are coming to Uzbekistan and getting modernized. On the other hand, Click’s SuperApp is revolutionizing the FinTech in our region, helping small businesses grow while adding them to their nest.
But none of this is shocking after seeing what our Kazakh neighbors are doing with AI. Tens of companies are securing hundreds or even millions of dollars in investments and bravely entering or even creating American markets.

But the question is, how will it end? Won’t foreign companies like Yandex Market face the fate of Temu and get "accidentally blocked" after nearly taking the Uzum market out of the game? Will the game be fair? We will see, I guess.

P.S. Keep an eye on BirBir as well. OLX may get replaced

Found this quote pretty relevant to my current 'state,' so why not share it?
It's better to shoot blindly in search of the right opportunity and moment than to wait for it

People will start appreciating you after you die or after you get in a university with a full ride.
- Yakhyo Kadyrov

Btw.
We have a spot at @up2matesbot for tg bot developers (no experience needed, just knowledge of Python and Aiogram).
Feel free to DM me @kadyrovyakhyo if you want to join our team.

Wasn’t planning to post this, but here we go.

Be careful from whom you take advice, both in life and in admissions.
I keep seeing new admits rushing into the industry, throwing consultations left and right (like it happened last year), and class of 30-31s taking them without giving a proper judgment. I’m not against new admits giving advice on the mistakes they made, but it should not turn into a side hustle or a way to get publicity. I’m more than sure that all admits (except gap-year ones) don’t fully know and are inexperienced to take responsibility for people’s futures.
Let’s just take a look at what happened last/this year. Did we get top university admits from freshman students? Did the “what if” happen? Did the student who is just a successful case outperform his master's with tens of successful cases?
Don’t think that if you get help from a first-year admit, you will be a lucky successful cases and get in. It’s your future; don’t gamble with it.
If you have money, get FS from BS admissions or Freshman Academy. If you have less money, get consultations from Levsha and Asqar. If you have no money, do what Alloma did - do it by yourself.
Yes, it sounds crazy. “Why would I do it myself if there’s a Pistonchi uni admit helping me for free?” Because of responsibility. Don’t gamble your next four years on a kid who just got in and tries to look like he is the godfather of Crimson.
You didn’t know this admit before his acceptance, and you are still willing to trust your entire future to him? Isn’t that crazy?

Advice to those first-year admits would be to get some experience as a support teacher; don’t toy with people’s futures.

I'll end this beautiful post with this beautiful line I was told recently.
“If someone is known to the public only because of their acceptance to a university, do they deserve that acceptance?”

Share has recently started their own admission marathon with admits from universities all over the world, from the UK to Saudi Arabia.
Join - https://t.me/share_project/1606

We all know what happened a few days ago. You didn't see that lovely "I GOT IN" post, and there were no thousands of new subscribers spamming "congratulations!!!" in my comment sections.

Letters of rejection and the sadness that comes with them have filled and continue to fill my days of meaningful existence. Tens of pages of reflections and empty cups with the aroma of coffee have led me to look at the world again, but more carefully. Kokand, where my family tree is rooted.
The connection between me and this city has always been stimulating. Seeing the difference in opportunities between me and my peers gives me reasons for gratitude and, at the same time, creates toxic pressure. I can list reasons for that pressure like you list Instagram reels, but not today. An average teenager from Kokand doesn't have opportunities equal to those of teens in Tashkent, especially compared to those who apply to American universities. They typically have more opportunities: their parents can afford to invest in their education, they have the necessary contacts to do what needs to be done, or they simply have more freedom of choice and time. My brain keeps throwing thoughts at me like, "You had so many opportunities, but screwed them all up. The irony of human fate will punish you for not using those opportunities, and you will regret it."
What you do is blame yourself, like I did and like you did or do.
But then the realization hit me. Kokand represented my current state. Kokand was the fallen city of the unfallen, the only Khanate that fought till the end. If you approach anyone from Kokand and ask in which region it is located, they will tell you that Kokand is an independent city, not a region. That's the moment. Kokand and its citizens live in the past. If you have the time and money, visit Kokand one day, and you will see that it exists in a different reality regarding thoughts and views. It sounds cynical, but it's true. And that is where I found myself. I stood there thinking of the past, regretting, blaming others like Kokand. But did that solve anything?
You got rejected; you fucked up. You missed the chance to sit in Kun Uz's studio and tell your made-up story. You missed the chance to manipulate the minds of the class of 2030 and sell your admissions courses without any experience, just to ruin some kid's future. But don't let yourself become Kokand. Do not allow yourself to live in the past with regrets and dreams of "what if." Getting into an Ivy League institution would help and solve many problems in your life, but it is what it is. You didn't lose the game; you just took a different path. Getting into university is part of your journey toward your goal, and when this path is lost, change the way, not the goal.

So much time, effort, and hope—for nothing. Is it sad? Yes, very much. But now you have a decision to make. You can whine about your failure, accept it in your 30s, regret your inaction, and whine once again, or you can accept it now and create another path to your goal.
You lost the battle—a crucial one—but not the war. Stand up and fight other battles. And don't let yourself become a new Kokand—living in the past, regretting it, and spending your future and present dwelling on what was long ago.

Rome wasn't built in a day.
@YakhyoKadyrov

I lwk spam a lot about social media in this channel, but, well, it is what it is.

The problem is that everything is relative; happiness is based on expectations, and we have social media now.
A whole world is constantly asking us: “But is your life as perfect as this? Well? How about now? Is it as perfect as this? If it isn’t, change it! Oh, can’t change it? Pretty damn loser.” And that’s, btw, what happens in college admissions. Students compete with each other in their extracurriculars and stats, but wait, are you even running your own marathon? Is the race yours? Are you sure that you can reach a different finish line by running the same marathon at the same speed as others?

Born to recreate the Timurid Empire
Forced to write about sandwiches and meet deadlines