In His Name, be He glorified! May God's peace be upon you and His mercy and blessings!
My Dear, Loyal Brothers, the Nur Students of Safranbolu and the Environs of Eflâni!
May God grant you endless blessings for your gift of the parts of the Risale‑i Nur that you sent! And may He grant you happiness in this world and the next. Amen!
Each of the blessed Nur students have written out beautifully a number of treatises and recently sent them to me as gifts, and strangely, they arrived together with some sweets while I was severely sick and distressed. Although for a long time past it has been my custom not to accept unreciprocated gifts, the reason I have accepted these ones perfectly happily and gratefully, are three meaningful and strange events.
The First: I was attempting to send both the eleven collections which had been duplicated on the machine and I had myself bought with some money, and the complete set of the Risale‑i Nur which had been written by three invaluable, diamond-penned Nur students. A set had been requested five or six times by the Directorate of Religious Affairs, so I had prepared this one, which was also to be a gift to motivate the somewhat neglected muftis and hojas, and I wanted Husrev to come here to perform this most important task. But I was in a difficult position and very anxious. Then suddenly, at that very time, Sungur, the heroic young Husrev, arrived. He both saved me from my anxiety and alarm, and from the expense; and since the task had the importance of two year's service together with me, it made me feel quite certain that it was an instance of the wondrous success won in publishing the Risale-i Nur.
Second Event: At just the time I sent my own copies to the Directorate of Religious Affairs, the same amount, no more and no less, arrived, sent by the young Nur champions of Safranbolu, Eflâni and thereabouts. Their blessed gifts as though said to me through the tongue of disposition: “Don't worry! We're replacing the losses; we're taking their place!”" So I accepted them wholeheartedly and congratulated the senders; and their other gifts have not upset me at all yet.
Third Event: Ten minutes before the blessed presents arrived at my room, I saw a bird resembling a sparrow under the foot of my bed, The windows and door were all closed and there was no chink it could have entered by. It did not fly away from me. I gave it a bit of bread, but it did not eat it. I told myself that it must be bringing some good news, like the birds here three or four years ago.
Then in truth, both that light‑scattering gift arrived, and a fine letter from my mufti brother, Abdülmecid, about whom I had had no news for three years. Halil, who assists me, came and I said to him: “Look at this bird! Just like the ones before, it's a bringer of good news!” Later, we opened the window to let it go, but it remained. He opened it five or six times at the top, but it did not fly away.
Later on Sungur came and we showed it to him, so he saw it too. Half an hour later, it disappeared, which was as strange as its appearance. Halil and myself, we both looked for it. It had not flown through the window; we could not find it; it had disappeared.
In fact, a certain event demonstrating the importance of the gift's arrival and Sungur's coming to our assistance in place of Husrev, was that two days before Sungur arrived, that is, the day he set out, Halil had a dream in which Sungur and Mustafa Osman had come here and some sort of splendid ceremony had been held. He asked me to interpret it. I was curious too and asked him why he had asked me to interpret it, and wondered if something had happened to them. I worried about it all night long till morning. Then the dream turned out to be true with only a little interpretation.