Le Benedizioni dei Santi: La Storia di un Miracolo a BukharaIl racconto toccante di una nonna e del potere della fede nella guarigione del nipote

“Blessings of Saints” è un racconto scritto da Saodat Valiyeva che narra un’esperienza di fede e speranza, avvenuta nell’estate del 2024 a Bukhara, Uzbekistan. La storia si concentra sulla sofferenza della nonna, che vede il suo nipote di dieci anni, Rasuljon, con il volto segnato da macchie dolorose. Dopo aver consultato i medici e aver programmato un trattamento invasivo, la nonna decide di seguire una strada diversa, affidandosi alla fede e al potere miracoloso del santo Hazrat Abzal Baba.

Il racconto esplora il legame profondo tra tradizione e guarigione, rivelando come la nonna, presa dalla disperazione e dall’amore per il nipote, abbia scelto di visitare il luogo sacro dove sin da piccola andava con i nonni. Qui, utilizzando l’acqua della sorgente miracolosa e il fango curativo, ha pregato con tutto il cuore per un miracolo. La sua fede è stata ricompensata quando, il mattino seguente, il volto di Rasuljon era tornato pulito e senza macchie, come se la malattia non fosse mai esistita.

La narrazione non è solo un racconto di fede e guarigione, ma anche un’ode alla forza interiore e alla speranza, alla fiducia in qualcosa di più grande e al valore delle tradizioni spirituali che, ancora oggi, offrono conforto e miracoli inaspettati.

Biografia dell’autrice
Saodat Valiyeva è nata nel 1963 nel distretto di Shafirkon, nella regione di Bukhara, Uzbekistan. Ha ricevuto un’istruzione secondaria e ha pubblicato diversi libri, tra cui “MY MOUNTAINS, I MISS YOU…”, una raccolta di poesie e racconti. Le sue opere sono apparse anche sulla stampa repubblicana, dove esplora spesso temi legati alla fede, alla tradizione e alla cultura uzbeka.

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Blessings of Saints.. 

 My ten-year-old grandson, Rasuljon, was left with several dot sores on his face. 

 Chill time on a winter day 

 I don’t know what to do. My grandfather and I took him to the dermatology department of Bukhara Central Hospital. Obdan checked there. The doctors said that we will burn it with the help of a vine, I started to panic. We signed the papers, took the tests, handed over the money payments, and determined the time for the next day. 

 My heart is in the same situation. I have tears in my eyes looking at my beautiful grandson 

 sitting with… 

 I only have a miracle in my mind. if it happens, if I open my eyes and close my eyes, my granddaughter’s face will be beautiful, clean and flawless… 

 In the evening, I had only one thought. What will happen tomorrow? What do the doctors do to Rasuljanim’s face? 

 My heart is broken with this house. At that time, I remembered something my grandfather said. There is a miracle. You need to be able to see it. They used to say that you should ask Allah to search for it. Saints were praying for help. Then I remembered our holy saint. 

 Hazrat Abzal Baba, they said that I will not suffer any kind of injury. My grandfather used to tell stories. We used to go there a lot when I was a child. With my grandmother. 

 Every Wednesday and Saturday they worshiped sheep. Pilgrims used to come a lot, they would drink water from a healing spring of this saint and wash our hands and faces. Sometimes people who had various wounds came here to wash and rub off the mud. 

 My grandfather and grandmother used to talk about the miracles of this saint. There was a tree near that spring. Whoever wanted to bring a sheep or a sheep would tie a cloth to that tree. Tonight I waited for the dawn… 

 In the morning, his grandfather started to caress Rasuljo and said that Rasuljo is a great young man and is not afraid of anything. It is said that they gently apply something to your face and remove your scars without pain. Rasuljon’s face is from yesterday 

 she was blushing more and more. Before the coward. We don’t reach girls who don’t have a strict ban as they say raise their hands! I said. 

 Everyone is happy, one Rasuljon is happy. Those with smiling faces look good on themselves. His grandfather is surprised to see me. I’m not the crybaby of yesterday, I’m happy today. 

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 So, please give us two days. I will take myself to our saint, my child will come to the truth. You do not know the miracles of Hazrat Abzal Babajon 

 I said. You know, my son, we can’t take this seriously. This face, mother! Don’t make a mistake, don’t make the wrong choice. I said no, seriously. Black is increasing again. The bride said bye 

 I said firmly, “No, I won’t go.” Everyone is upset with me. My grandson is happy to hug me. 

 Everyone left the house 

 We both stayed with my grandson. Then I said that I will take Rasuljon to our saint in Savrak. He said what should we do, I said it would be better if we wash your faces. My grandson said it’s better than burning him, I hugged him happily, but there was no place to kiss him on the face. My heart stopped as I looked into his loving eyes. 

 A cry came from inside me: 

 I asked you to show me your miracle, my merciful God. 

 At eleven o’clock the weather softens 

 We went to our saint, the place dear to me and the place I go to. 

 As I walked in saying Bismillah Rokhmani Raheem, I felt light as a bird. 

 I said, “Oh my God, I came to this place hoping for a miracle.” We visited the graves of my ancestors and read the Koran… 

 Then we drank water from the holy spring. We took a handful of sand from the spring and made mud with spring water. We washed Rasuljon’s face with the water of this spring and I rubbed mud on his face with love. Thank you God, I hope for your miracle. I read all the surahs that I know that you are the cure for our pain. 

 When we got home, Rasuljan’s face was covered with mud and white salt. 

 It dried up. He washed it with warm water. I made clay again from some of the soil I brought and rubbed it on their faces before going to sleep.

Waking up in the morning 

 I was surprised if Rasuljon entered the house where he was sleeping. I was amazed by the miracle of my Lord. Because my grandson’s face was as clean as it really is… 

 .Saodat Valiyeva Bukhara. 

 2024. August

Saodat Valiyeva was born in 1963 in Shafirkon district of Bukhara region. Secondary education. 

 MY MOUNTAINS, I MISS YOU… books have been published. His poems and stories were published in the republican press.

Da: Abramat Fayzulloev