The Tengri Taghish

Since the grandparents of mine immigrated to Sinkiang from China proper after WWII my fate has been bonded with the land of magic. I was born and raised in Ürümqi. Thus Ive got such a privilege to explore and enjoy the flourishing culture that the city can possibly provide. Buddhist temples mosques and orthodox churches are coexisting in the city harmoniously. The dwellers here speak Uyghur Kazakh Mandarin Tajik Mongolian Russian and many other different languages. And the landforms are also as variously as the people who live in here. The snowy peaks of Tengri Tagh (the mountains of heaven) are neighbouring the vast desert of Taklamakan nurturing the forests of fir thats almost identical to Schwarzwald sheltering the green pastures from southern sandstorms. Ive grown up in a multicultural society however I was able to travel even further by the benefits of the thriving mass media which provides the opportunities of the different art forms in Japan or in Scotland dated in medieval or modern era. Ive been surely taking advantage of the cyberspace through space and time. Even though the blessings Ive got theres only one fatal problem that has risen. Exposed in the kaleidoscopic worlds of humanity Im disorientated by their beguiling lights. The identity of mine has faded along with the meaning of the world that Ive been living in. Ive travelled a lot during my college years having been questioning myself about life. Ive gathered them in this collection trying to draw a sketch of myself not only as a citizen of central Asia but a wondering human of my generation in the time of its own uniqueness. Theodotus Young 1st November 2020About Author: Theodotus Young Born and brought up in Ürümqi Xinjiang. 2nd December 1994