Life is like a prayer. Art is like a prayer. Help to a grandson is rendered like a prayer. And the prayer is mandala, i.e. a structure that brings sense and transforms chaos. The life of the old woman goes like mandala, the evident expression of which is making carpets. The whole existence of the woman is like a carpet, the pattern of which is made of her actions and everyday life. The disease of the young man is like an unclean wool, which the old woman is cleaning, brushing up and ultimately transforming into a beauty, the beautiful design.