A father’s endless efforts, and a mother’s heart feeds the child.

The heart is where feelings reside; and humanity is home to various comparisons.

The Türkmen combines the words mother and heart, and tells us that sacredness has nothing to do with material benefits or values.

A child is a part of his father’s body, but he is a part of his mother’s heart.

The word orphan has connotations of material insufficiency or having material needs. But the word captive refers to spiritual lack, insufficiency of spiritual patronage, and lack of spiritual ground. Being a captive means falling away from one’s homeland and suffering from all kinds of difficulties. The captive suffers not from the lack of material support from his friends, but from the lack of spiritual aid and from their insensitivity.

The world itself seems ruthless and cruel to the captive.

The orphan is better off than the captive.

Fate decreed two pains for me. I was both an orphan and a captive. This double suffering is recognized only by those who have faced it.

I can say that the severest pain is the need for maternal love. The pain felt by the heart is sharper than bodily suffering. Bodily pain abates, but the pain felt by the heart goes on, bleeds all the time and remains with one, as long as one’s heart remains beating.

If one’s father passes away, then one is in need of material things.