I am forming the opinion that this wondrous machine being given to us so easily just when we were obliged to duplicate large numbers of Zülfikar and The Staff of Moses, and the unprincipled printers too were holding back, is a sign of those two collections' acceptability, and a wondrous bestowal of divine providence and a wonder of the Risale‑i Nur.
Yes, just at the time I was officially ill‑treated and abused eight times and they were asking: “Who wrote this?” about one commonplace letter of mine, the machine was producing out of eight hundred pages, one thousand five hundred copies and a million pages. It is most certainly a Nurju and scribe of a thousand pens who has come to our assistance from the World of the Unseen. It does not matter, therefore, if some of the pages are indistinct. The parts that are clear will suffice us for now. The parts that are less legible should be made up separately; the wielders of the diamond pens can each correct one or two copies.
Whenever the railway arrived in a country, the carters used to be dismayed and they supposed that their trade was finished. But because activity increased with its arrival, the need for carriages and carts increased twofold. God willing, the writers‑out of the Risale-i Nur will not halt their activity, but will record greater numbers of good works in their books of good deeds with increased writing‥