The Twenty-Eighth Flash
[This Flash comprises some of the short pieces I wrote as consolation for my brothers who were (in the ward) opposite me in Eskişehir Prison, at a time I was forbidden to mix with them or speak with them.]
An amusing and absorbing conversation with Süleyman Rüştü,1
famous for his fidelity and distinguished by his sincerity of heart
A Small Point Concerning an Important Verse
It was autumn and approaching the time flies are discharged from their duties, and because of their minor annoyance, selfish humans were employing chemicals in my prison cell in order to eliminate them. It aroused a sharp pity in me. There was a washing-line in my cell. In order to thwart the humans the flies multiplied even more. In the evening those miniature birds would line themselves up in most orderly fashion on the line. When he wanted to hang up the washing, I said to Rüﬂtü: “Don’t disturb those little birds; hang it somewhere else.” To which he replied, completely seriously: “We need the line; let the flies find somewhere else for themselves.”
Anyhow... In the early morning a discussion started up in connection with this exchange, about the very numerous small creatures like flies and ants. I said the following to him:
Süleyman Rüştü Çakın, 1899-1974. He was born in Isparta where he was the Director of the Tax Assessment Office. He became one of Bediuzzaman’s close students and was imprisoned together with him in Eskişehir and Denizli.