{"id":3223,"date":"2025-12-10T14:06:06","date_gmt":"2025-12-10T11:06:06","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/terradisimana.com\/simanas-diaries-12-kambaksi-toy\/"},"modified":"2025-12-10T14:06:06","modified_gmt":"2025-12-10T11:06:06","slug":"simanas-diaries-12-kambaksi-toy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/terradisimana.com\/en\/simanas-diaries-12-kambaksi-toy\/","title":{"rendered":"Simana\u2019s Diaries \u2013 12 \u2013 Kambaks\u0131 Toy"},"content":{"rendered":"
In that delicate moment where <\/p>\n

night and day touch, just as the stars begin to emerge from the embrace of the sky\u2026<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

A small fire was burning at the foot of the <\/p>\n

mountains. The fire\u2019s tongue carried a call; it seemed to burn to pry open an invisible door.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

The people of the <\/p>\n

camp had gathered in a circle around the fire. There were neither breaths nor whispers in the air.<\/p>\n

The earth was silent, like the scab of an old wound. Even the wind had retreated, carrying only the scent of incense.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

The <\/p>\n

moon hung in the sky like the quiet smile of a Turkmen girl, watching what was to come.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Nine men and nine women were lined up on the north and south sides of the circle. Their heads were bowed; for to raise one\u2019s eyes now would be to attempt to pierce a secret.<\/p>\n

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And right in the center of the circle\u2026 Simana.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

She felt <\/p>\n

neither fear nor self-importance. For she had long since walked past both fear and praise.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Her nineteen-year-old body stood as dignified as if it were carrying a spirit hundreds of years old.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

As the <\/p>\n

fire\u2019s glow struck her face, the marks on her dark skin shifted, transforming into small shadows and black specks; her hair moved slowly in the wind. Her eyes were both calm and trembling with a shiver she could not hide.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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That night, the Kambaksi Toy had begun.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

The <\/p>\n

Kam candidate\u2019s first oath, the first drumbeat, the first trance\u2026<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Everything would be completed at the end of nine days\u2014right here, tonight.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Chief T\u00fcle\u00e7 stood behind Simana. He wore a sable shoulder cape and a conical hat adorned with silver rings symbolizing the sky\u2026<\/p>\n

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With his <\/p>\n

slender fingers, he set the drum\u2014made of deer hide\u2014on the ground.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

For forty years, <\/p>\n

that drum had opened the door to the spirits, sent off the dead, and awakened the living.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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But tonight it would bear witness to a very different birth: the birth of a shaman.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Simana hadn\u2019t eaten for days; she had only drunk water and bitter tea brewed from birch bark, waited, and delved deeper into herself.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

For the <\/p>\n

past three nights, she had been having the same dream:<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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A being would reveal only its eyes to her, then walk away without saying a word.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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And when Simana awoke, she found an indescribable ache right in the center of her chest.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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This morning, her body felt light, but her head was heavy. Her tongue was dry, and her heart felt as if it were soaked in blood. The Chief had spoken only one sentence to her:<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cToday, we will lay the old you to rest in the earth.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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And a new voice will rise from your body.\u201d<\/p>\n

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When the <\/p>\n

ninth day came, three lines were drawn on Simana\u2019s forehead with black soot from incense:<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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One for birth, one for death, and one for the cycle between the sky and the spirit.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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And when the drum began to sound, there was not a single person left who did not feel the sky shifting.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Simana closed her eyes.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

The <\/p>\n

mountain was silent. The fire was silent. The world was silent.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Only the drum was beating\u2014like a wave rising from the heart.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

She began <\/p>\n

to tremble. Her vision darkened. Her thighs tensed, and her hands curled uncontrollably. A sound\u2014meaningless, yet touching the very essence of the world\u2014poured from her chest.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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A moan…<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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A song…<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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A scream…<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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A labor pang…<\/p>\n

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Then, suddenly, he leaped to his feet. A hoarse roar like that of a wild animal burst from his chest. He jumped. As his feet pounded the ground, the air inside the tent trembled.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

His <\/p>\n

arms shot up toward the sky, his body arched. Foam dripped from his mouth. And finally, he collapsed to the ground.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Oba held his breath.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Ba\u015fkam approached with heavy steps.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

He placed his hand on <\/p>\n

Simana\u2019s forehead.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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And he spoke just once:<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

\u201cHe\u2019s <\/p>\n

gone.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

\u201cShe\u2019s in the realm of the <\/p>\n

spirits now\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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No one cried.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Because this was not a death.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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It was the moment when the body was left behind\u2014the moment a spirit broke free from its shell, slipped into the heavens, and opened the door to the first trance.<\/p>\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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