09/25/2026
How many feet must have walked through these streets?
I have Central Asian ancestors- but from where? Were they traders that once crossed great distances to trade in the markers where I bought my modern day dress and silk scarf?
Last Ramadan I began a study into sacred geometry and photos of impressive facades from Bukhara and Samarkand began coming into my field. I know my heart wanted to visit Uzbekistan and yet I didn’t know how it would unfold.
I take this trip with my mother one month before my 40th birthday and it truly feels like a dream. I leave Bukhara inspired by the color, by the beauty, and by the architecture that I experienced first hand.
My mind is also filled with questions about the past- how were the ancient madressas run? Was there access for women like me to study too? And what was Bukhara before Islam? Did my ancestors practice Zoroastrianism? Or were they connected to Sufi mystics that came later?
Bukhara reminds me of impermanence. That what is today may not be tomorrow. But somehow memory remains. It lives embedded in the land. The trade, education and art that filled Bukhara live on. Even though the USSR shut down so many things, somehow traditional prevails like a seed that sprouts even if dormant for many years.
Uzbekistan is changing again, as it has throughout history. The “Disneyland” days are attracting large tour groups, but as an optimist, I believe that what comes next will be beautiful- the history of the land and the ancestors who have walked before will guide the way.
Thank you Bukhara- you have truly inspired my heart and my soul.
Love always, Asiya
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