In His Name, be He glorified!
My Dear, Loyal Brothers!
It is my opinion that those who are not shaken by the severe ordeal of these two Schools of Joseph, the former and the present, and do not abandon its lessons, and do not give up being its students although their mouths have been burnt by the scalding soup, and whose morale is not broken despite all this aggression, will be applauded by the people of reality and coming generations; just as the angels and spirit beings applaud them.
However, the physical distress is excessive since some of you are ill, delicate, or poor. But thinking of the others of you consoling them and being perfect examples in patience and good conduct, and compassionate brothers offering solidarity and kind attention, and intelligent companions in discussing lessons, and mirrors reflecting fine moral qualities, thus reducing the physical hardships to nothing, I felt consoled concerning you, whom I love more than my own spirit.
One day, I shall send you Mawlana Khalid’s jubba, which is one hundred and twenty years old. I invest each of you with it in his name, in the same way that he invested me with it. I shall send it whenever you want it.
When we first arrived, the doctor gave me a chickenpox vaccination. It formed a boil and my arm swelled up. The swelling has moved down my arm; it prevents me sleeping and makes it difficult to take ablutions. Perhaps vaccinations don’t agree with me, or it has some other meaning! Twenty years ago they vaccinated me in Ankara and it still suppurates from time to time and causes me pain. I thought of this and hoped the new one would not be the same; how are yours?
Said Nursi