My Brothers!
It has now become clear that their intention in summoning me to the police station and government offices unnecessarily on false pretexts, was only to insult and belittle me in front of people and make me look guilty. I can't stand it any longer. As far as is possible they should not summon me. Go and see the criminal judge. Find me someone to act as my lawyer so that if necessary he can go to the police station in my place. It is torment and torture for a person who has lived in isolation for twenty‑five years to see such offensive people. During eight years in Kastamonu I met only once with the governor on his insistence and went twice to the police station. Here, I have had to go more than ten times. I can't go anymore. Get a note from the doctor, otherwise this town will suffer material and spiritual harm.
The four severe earthquakes last night, which confirmed the matter of the four earthquakes in my defence written by Husrev, occurred at the same time as the police sergeant, who leans on a high official, bawled at my assistant in the government building and with humiliating abuse told him to go and get me, and compelled by the kaymakam, ordered the watchmen and gendarmes to bring me there even if ill, which was certainly a conspiracy against myself, the Risale‑i Nur, and this country. This unprecedently severe earthquake coinciding with this assault on the Nur students' enthusiasm and the Risale-i Nur's being written here and causing me such distress, shows that the Risale-i Nur is a means of repulsing disasters, and if its service is interrupted, the calamities seize the opportunity and occur.
Mustafa Osman has performed many services for the Risale‑i Nur in a short time, and his truly modest and self-abnegating letter proves his earnest loyalty and sincerity and shows he is on a par with the select students of fifteen years' standing. The Staff of Moses Collection he wrote is anyway clear proof of this. Even while writing this, the earth tremors have again begun‥