This land is a sacred and miraculous land.

Ruhnama is a visit to this land. Ruhnama is a visit to the past of this territory and a visit to the future of this territory. Ruhnama is the visit made to the heart of the Türkmen. Ruhnama is a sweet spiritual fruit grown in this territory.

No human being who has not experienced what I lived through can understand me.

Your father who is supposed to support you in hard times is dead in an unknown, foreign place!

Your dear mother is lying with your two sisters under Karakum. You are alone in Leningrad. You have no one behind you who is asking about you and writing letter to you.

I was sick and asked my supposedly close relatives to take care of me. They wrote to tell me that they had forgotten about me, let alone helping me.

There was no one other than The One, Allah Almighty, to seek refuge in and no one to ask for help other than my Allah. The whole country was crying that there is no Allah. Oh, Allah!

I used to remember Görogly at that time. His enemies took his head and went away. They did it in order to prevent the Türkmens from ever uniting again under a leader. But Jygalybeg is alive. There is no place in the whole story that says that Jygalybeg died. Perhaps Jygalybeg has been waiting until now for a courageous young Türkmen to come to life. We need courageous, lion-like, tough young men to take care of enslaved Türkmens. We need Görogly Beg.