it you are holding?” He answered: “I don’t know. Someone gave it to me outside my house saying that it had come from Nis; so I brought it to you.” “Glory be to God!” I exclaimed, “it does not look like chance this man coming from his house at this time of day and this part of the Words arriving from Nis.” And thinking: “It was surely the All-Wise Qur’an’s saintly influence that gave a man such as this a piece of paper such as that at the same moment and sent it to me,” I exclaimed: “All praise be to God! One who knows the smallest, most secret, least significant desire of my heart, will certainly have compassion on me and protect me; in which case, I owe the world nothing whatsoever!”
S e c o n d E x a m p l e : My nephew, the late Abdurrahman, had a much higher opinion of me personally than was my due, despite his having parted from me eight years previously and having been tainted by the heedlessness and worries of the world. He wanted such help and assistance from me as I did not have and could not give. But the All-Wise Qur’an’s saintly influence came to his assistance: the Tenth Word about the resurrection of the dead came into his possession three months before his death. It cleansed him of his spiritual dirt and doubts and heedlessness. Quite simply as though he had risen to the degree of sainthood, he displayed three clear instances of wonder-working in the letter he wrote me before he died. It is included among the pieces of the Twenty-Seventh Letter and may be referred to.
T h i r d E x a m p l e : I had a brother of the hereafter and student who was one of those who approach reality with their hearts, called Hasan Efendi from Burdur. He had an excessively good opinion of me, far better than I deserved, and expected assistance from my wretched person as though awaiting the grace and influence of a great saint. Suddenly, in completely unrelated fashion, I gave the Thirty-Second Word to someone to study who lived in one of the villages of Burdur. Later I remembered Hasan Efendi and I said: “If you go to Burdur, give it to Hasan Efendi, and let him peruse it for five or six days.” The man went and gave it to him straight away. It was only a month of so till Hasan Efendi died. He cast himself on the Thirty-Second Word just like a man suffering a terrible thirst casts himself on the sweet water of Kawthar if he happens upon it. He studied it continuously and received its effulgence, especially the discussion on the love of God in the Third Stopping-Place, till he was completely cured of his ills. He found in it the enlightenment he would have expected from the greatest spiritual pole. He went to the mosque in good health, performed the prayer, and there surrendered his spirit to the Most Merciful (May God have mercy on him).