Everywherewithyou

Samarkand was a mysterious city of one thousand one-night fairytale, totally different from everything one could visit. I was very curious about the secret place Samarkand wanted to reveal me. What else could surprise me more than anything I've already seen? I received the answer when our car has finally stopped at a very strange place. This was not old painted mosque or Alexandre The Great’s museums this was neither a shrine of ancient rulers nor a restaurant with a vast number of incredible dishes magically appearing on the table. I saw a little shabby fence and a sky blue weather-beaten gate. After a minute the creak of the gate revealed me a very modest small yellowish building. The garden of blazing rainbow roses surrounding the building gave me the courage to follow my curiosity. When I opened a huge heavy wooden door, I found myself in the semidarkness. The aroma of roses, candle and incense warmly wrapped me as soon as I was inside. The comfort and peace have covered me from head to the toe. Being a Muslim I was experiencing the atmosphere of a real old orthodox church for the first time in my life. A strictly looking priest came by me. His sharp eyes where not looking at me welcoming. I gathered up under his strict cold eyes. I said I was very sick. The priest suddenly went away and appeared with a thin candle in his hand,asked me to follow him. Suddenly we stopped by the icon of an old man, every wrinkle of him seemed to be a sign of special wisdom and spirituality. His face expressed peace, encouragement and hope. The priest told that was the icon of St. Nicolas, the defender of women, children and travellers. He told I should ask for the help, it did not matter which religion I was. Standing here by huge old icon of St. Nicolas I lit the candle. I saw this only in movies before. However now, strangely pulled here by unbelievable circumstances, I lived it. Something happened inside me, I needed to say all that was on my heart. It seemed the waves of time were taking me somewhere high above connecting to the universe. I had a moving fest inside my sole. I communicated without pronouncing a word. I was wondering how could it happen that my trip was culminated by visit of hidden gem – old orthodox church. Samarkand was full of surprises and has accepted me making me a part Shahirisada's fairytale.A half year later, on celebration of St. Nikolas day, my doctor told I had surprisingly recovered.