school friends and other friends. If you do not have parents and relatives, then there is no one watching over you, and caring for your health, sentiments and wishes. The false concern of some people does not convince an orphan. You have to make your own decisions and decide on critical situations regarding your fate. Your only friends are your ideals and your spiritual world.

I have thanked God a hundred thousand times since I was five years old that I inherited honor, nobility, patience, highness of spirit and objectives-ideals from my parents in my body and soul. My character has not been weakened through times of both success and failure but rather strengthened. This become a fountain that will never dry up for my Türkmen people, my sacred land, my motherland, for the past and present, for its future generations, which started as a spring but turned into a river.

When I was studying at the university, I used to go to the library. I read not only books about my lessons, I found rare books about Türkmen history and read them patiently.

Once I was reading a book in the library. An old Russian, wearing glasses, stared at me from both my left and my right.

I did not pay attention and thought that he was confusing me with someone. But he came near to me and looked again. I am usually a calm person but his stare disturbed me.

“Father are you confusing me with someone else?” I asked politely.

“I thought you resembled someone, my son. However my eyes are not good enough.”

I was looking at this old person and even though I do not forget anyone even if I have only seen them once, I could not