My Dear, Loyal Brothers!
There being two small explosions in two days in extraordinary and meaningful fashion when there was no apparent reason for them, does not resemble chance.
The First: The cast‑iron stove in my ward suddenly made a loud bang like a revolver, and the thick, strong iron of its lower part exploded like bomb, splitting into two pieces. Hamdi the Tailor was startled and we were left in astonishment. For on numerous occasions this winter it had been red hot with the coal, and had withstood it.
The Second: The second day in Feyzi’s ward, for no reason at all the beaker on top of the water pitcher suddenly disintegrated in extraordinary fashion.
It occurred to me that the terrible bombs prepared against us in Ankara caused our defence speeches, which had been sent to six departments of government there, to explode, without causing us harm, Allah willing; and the angry stove which had been lit against us split into two without harming us. It is also possible that my beloved stove, my only and very useful companion, listened to my sorrows and entreaties, and was giving me the news: “You’re going to depart from this dark dungeon, no need remains for me.”