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principalities,
and Soltanates, after roaming the globe, settled in these lands.
Words
lack sufficient power to tell of the fatherly mercy and motherly
compassion of this land.
During
the last millennium, the love of our nation penetrated the depths of
this land. It seems the love of homeland became an inseparable part of
our nation’s spirit. Truly, our nation and homeland are like body and
soul.
For
us, this land is splendid. Those brave men who sacrificed their lives
for this land are buried here. In this land you find Mäne Baba (Abu Seýit
Abyl- Haýyr), who influenced the whole Islamic world and travelled
every inch of our land praying to Allah and shedding tears for the
goodness of all people. You find sincere concerns and pleas of
Magtymguly, who travelled all through our land, the mountains and
valleys, keeping long vigils during the late hours of the night and the
early hours of the mornings praying for the salvation of all people. You
find the spirit of Görogly riding his horse all through our land at a
gallop for the defence of all the oppressed, ill-treated and innocent.
In
this land, if you plant the stick in your hand it will bud as green as a
forest, or bloom like a rose garden; if you shoot an arrow into the soil
it will turn into a golden ear of grain! In this land, the words which
fall from your mouth become wise sayings. These lands are no less than a
blessed source of bread and abundance for those who live here!
Like
the breath of Gorkut Ata, Hoja Ahmet Ýasawy, Bahaweddin Nagyºbendi,
Nejmeddin Kubra, Salar Baba, Mäne Baba, this fertile and powerful land
is a remedy for thousands of ailments and problems. When you touch the
soil of this land to the face of a miserable exile who has become |
