Rugs and Carpets
If one wished to create a flag of beauty and perfection, then this flag would be a Türkmen carpet. The ancient historians wrote that the best cloth was woven in Merw and Nusay. In their books the Türkmen plateaus are well-known for silk cloth and silk carpets. The same must be said of the Türkmen horse of Ahalteke, the Türkmen iti (dog), the carpet and the other artefacts.
From all this there arises the inevitable conclusion that these values are precisely the proof, clear to the naked eye, that the Türkmen nation is a nation with a history of five thousand years. So this is not a frivolous, vain, fabricated idea. So, our national honour is far above blackening others with the false accusations others used against us. Hence our national honour cannot be put into the same scale with others. Our national honour has been established on principles as strong as the Türkmen soil.
In the past our ancestors presented themselves to the world by the strength of their swords; now, we should present ourselves with our rationality and with our immense spiritual values. Türkmenistan is known for its unique Ahalteke horses, for its carpets that are examples of the wonders of the world’s art, and for its limitless wonders of nature.
The carpet is an art to us. For our ancestors, the carpet was science and worldview.
The hearts of the Türkmen people are as good as the Türkmen carpets, as brilliant as our cotton, as emotional as our music, as modest as our nature.
I often remember my mother. Her smile still appears before my very eyes although she passed away more than fifty years ago. The smile is visible to me in the dark of the night, even if I have my eyes shut. My mother wove rugs all day.
The sound of the loom echoed in our home like the clatter of hoofs. I woke up early, as usual, and I saw that my mother was awake working. She kept on working after putting us to bed. I was rather worried, for my mother did not take a rest as other mothers did. She would not go out either. It was only after she passed away that I could understand that she worked day and night to provide a living for us. She relieved herself of her pains through working. I remember saying to her:
“My dear mother, please have some rest. Look, your hands seem tired.” Then she would take me on her lap and would caress me as if she was hugging and caring for a baby. She would look me in the face, watch me with her dark eyes and smile at me. That smile of hers is still in my heart, mind and world. I always remember the smiles of my mother.