the villagers were not sure what to do. The historical experience of the Türkmens helped them. The skeletons were all laid out near to each other. The relatives cut their ankles with daggers and let their blood drop onto the skeletons. If those particular bones had not belonged to their relatives, they blood flowed off them. But if they were the bones of their relative, the bones absorbed the blood. Thus, everybody found relatives and buried them in their village.

“You see my boy, where the expression “bone relative” comes from!” said my grandfather when he told me this sad story.

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After creating the magnificent universe, and its innumerable systems and the blue planet in them, Allah, in his mercy, created man upon the Earth. Therefore, Allah made the earth and man in it as the best of creation. That is why a human loves the soil, from which he was created, and the earth and Allah, the Creator of all.

The heart of the wild seas rises into the sky in the form of clouds which then fall on the earth as rain. In one part of the world there is spring, full of beauty, while in other part there is summer, full of blessings; in another part there is autumn, full of abundance, an in another there is winter, with snow as white as cotton, excited at the prospect of the coming spring.

It would be shameful to live in such a great country and have a narrow heart. Then the greatness of the Türkmen country would have no real significance.

O brother, for fifty centuries, the Türkmens have been living under the sky and on the sacred soil with the belief of