I recently turned forty-six. I asked Ruslan if I could wear a gold medallion, instead of the silver medallion. Ruslan said Sergei would be bringing me one before my birthday.
Sergei brought me the medallion and asked, why did I need a gold one?
I said that there was only one goal in my life now—to become a Great Sufi, and if God grants me that possibility, then someday I’ll compose a poem!
Ruslan called me on May 14, congratulated me on my birthday, said many kind words, and wished that I might someday write the greatest poem.