{"id":3204,"date":"2025-11-16T00:18:18","date_gmt":"2025-11-15T21:18:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/terradisimana.com\/simanas-diaries-1-umay-anas-gift\/"},"modified":"2025-11-16T00:18:18","modified_gmt":"2025-11-15T21:18:18","slug":"simanas-diaries-1-umay-anas-gift","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/terradisimana.com\/en\/simanas-diaries-1-umay-anas-gift\/","title":{"rendered":"Simana\u2019s Diaries -1- Umay Ana\u2019s Gift"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Simana was sitting in front of a tent made of goat hair. In her hands was a stone-carved cup containing half a cup of tea: an olive branch, thyme, and a bit of juniper…<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

She closed <\/p>\n

her eyes and thought of the very beginning. The memory of that night came to life in her mind:<\/p>\n

That night, the steppe had been shrouded in the silence of the October wind.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

A baby, wrapped in a silvery cloth, had been left at the foot of <\/p>\n

a rock. In her palm lay a red fox tail\u2026<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

The spirits of the <\/p>\n

earth and water held their breath as they watched. But the baby wasn\u2019t crying. It simply gazed up at the stars; as if it had seen the secret of the heavens even before it was born.<\/p>\n

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Before <\/p>\n

dawn, the women of the camp noticed the baby as they went to fetch water.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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The eldest among them, Ak\u00e7ora Ana, sank to her knees. It was as if God had touched her shoulder and pressed her down. She cradled the baby\u2026<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

When she raised <\/p>\n

her head and looked up at the sky, the star known as the Eye of the Three Foxes had appeared. The women\u2019s eyes filled with tears, for in that moment they realized this was no ordinary baby.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cThis child was not abandoned,\u201d said Ak\u00e7ora Ana. \u201cThis child was sent. This is a gift from Umay Ana.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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The <\/p>\n

Altai people say: \u201cA people exists not only through its land, but through its beliefs.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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And that people reached God not only when gazing at the sky, but also while milking cows, riding horses, cooking grass, and giving birth. For them, holiness had taken root even in the places farthest from the sky.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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And the gentlest face of this sacredness was Mother Umay.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

For the Altai Turks, <\/p>\n

Umay was the mercy within the earth\u2019s bosom, the warmth of a mother\u2019s womb, a child\u2019s first breath, and the power hidden in a woman\u2019s tears.<\/p>\n

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Mother <\/p>\n

Umay is not merely a goddess. She is the daughter of the Sky God and the mistress of the Tree of Life. She is the symbol of power, might, sovereignty, fortune, the state, abundance, and fertility.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Many Turkic tribes believe that when babies drink their mothers\u2019 first milk, it is actually Mother Umay who touches their lips with a drop she has taken from the White Lake in the sky.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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That is why Umay\u2019s breath is present in every child\u2019s first breath. Simana\u2019s first breath, too, echoed in her silence.<\/p>\n

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That baby was Simana.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

She was born not <\/p>\n

of the earth, but of prayer.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

She was a trust that fell from <\/p>\n

Umay\u2019s palm.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

As the women of the <\/p>\n

Oba looked at her, they saw not their own children, but a gift from God.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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And from that moment on, everyone knew that:<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

Every breath <\/p>\n

she took would be a prayer rising to the heavens.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

His very <\/p>\n

existence would be more than just a life\u2014it would also serve as a reminder:<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

Every soul that came through <\/p>\n

Umay\u2019s power descended to Earth to bring healing, only to return to the heavens once more.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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