{"id":3213,"date":"2025-11-16T01:11:35","date_gmt":"2025-11-15T22:11:35","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/terradisimana.com\/simanas-diaries-10-spring-festival\/"},"modified":"2025-11-16T01:11:35","modified_gmt":"2025-11-15T22:11:35","slug":"simanas-diaries-10-spring-festival","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/terradisimana.com\/en\/simanas-diaries-10-spring-festival\/","title":{"rendered":"Simana\u2019s Diaries -10 – Spring Festival"},"content":{"rendered":"
As spring drew to a close, <\/p>\n

Oba felt as if it had been reborn.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

The prayers that had been smoldering all <\/p>\n

winter rose from inside the tents; the scent of smoky herbs smoldering in the hearths mingled with the sky and found refuge in the mountains.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

At the first light of <\/p>\n

dawn, the women stepped out in front of the tents. They placed their milk pots on the hearths, buried the red meat in cool stone pits, and sorted the herbs while combing the children\u2019s hair.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

The <\/p>\n

men had long since set out\u2014some to hunt, others to keep watch. The clatter of horses\u2019 hooves traced circles around the encampment, awakening the heart of the earth.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

The <\/p>\n

children, meanwhile, lived between play and prayer. For every stone, every bird, every stinging nettle was a symbol.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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That is why no breath in the camp was ordinary; every breath was as conscious as a song, as simple as a prayer.<\/p>\n

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That day, the spring festival was to be held. The Altai people would celebrate the bounty of Mother Umay. K\u0131m\u0131z would be drunk, meat would be roasted, and fires would be lit. The women would wear red, and the men would wear green.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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But that morning, a quiet sob rose from a tent at the northern edge of the camp.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

A <\/p>\n

young couple\u2019s child had been burning with fever for three days. The child wouldn\u2019t drink water or open its eyes. The women whispered among themselves, and the men bowed their heads. Then one of them knocked on the door of the Ba\u015fkam\u2019s tent.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

When <\/p>\n

T\u00fcle\u00e7 stepped outside, even the wind fell silent. No one said a word to him; there was no need. For the chief was a man who understood without being told.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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He put on his pale blue, fur-trimmed caftan and slung his drum over his shoulder. He tied the small amulet, made from a grizzly bear\u2019s tooth, around his waist. And he walked silently to the child\u2019s tent.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Simana was sitting on the rocks that morning. Ba\u015fkam\u2019s gait seemed different to her. With every step, the ground seemed to grow lighter.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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She got up too; she followed him, silently, like a shadow. Behind the tent, she slipped among the kneeling women. She didn\u2019t bow her head, but there was respect in her eyes.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Ba\u015fkam sat down at the child\u2019s bedside. The mother was holding the child\u2019s hand but wasn\u2019t crying; because at that moment, to cry would mean closing a door.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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T\u00fcle\u00e7 closed his eyes and began to play his drum softly. With each beat, the atmosphere in the tent shifted, and time seemed to stand still. He held a birch branch over the fire, then gently tapped the child\u2019s skin with it.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

He was looking at <\/p>\n

Simana, but this time not just with his eyes. It was as if he were hearing not with his ears, but with his soul.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Ba\u015fkam\u2019s lips didn\u2019t move, but his words fell into her heart like drops of water:<\/p>\n

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\u201cO spirit, do not return to where you came from.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

Do not leave the earth just <\/p>\n

yet.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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This body does not want to let you go.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Erlik Khan, give us back this spirit.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

The sound <\/p>\n

of the drum touched the child\u2019s forehead. Simana realized for the first time: The prayer had no sound, but it had weight.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

When the <\/p>\n

ritual ended, T\u00fcle\u00e7 quietly walked out. He didn\u2019t say a word. But as Simana followed him, she thought:<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cHe isn\u2019t summoning a spirit\u2026<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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He\u2019s persuading the heavens.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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And one day, I will do this with that understanding.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

By <\/p>\n

evening, the child\u2019s fever had subsided. That night, the people of the camp celebrated not just spring, but life itself.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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