In His Name, be He glorified!
My Dear and Loyal Brothers!
I cannot forget the late Hafız Ali; his suffering upsets me terribly. In earlier times, self‑sacrificing persons would sometimes die in place of their friends; I reckon he departed in my place. If people like you who follow his system were not performing his supreme service, it would be a terrible loss for Islam. My pain subsides when I think of you, his heirs, and I feel reassured.
It is astonishing but his departing together with his spiritual life, indeed, with his physical life, to the Intermediate Realm, has aroused in me a longing to go to that world, and one veil more has been folded back in my spirit. Just as we send greetings to our brothers in Isparta from here and converse with them and exchange news, so the Intermediate Realm where Hafız Ali now dwells, seems to me like Isparta or Kastamonu. I heard, even, that someone from here was sent there last night. I felt even sorrier; why had I not sent Hafız Ali greetings with him? Then it occurred to me that no means are needed to send greetings; his powerful connection is like a telephone. Also, he would come and receive them.
That great martyr has caused me to love Denizli; I do not want to leave here now. He and Mehmed Zühdü and Hafız Mehmed are continuing their tasks serving belief and the Risale‑i Nur that they carried out in their lives. They watch from very close by, and even help. Now that they have taken their places in the sphere of the great saints due to their valuable service, I mention their names and that of Hafız Mehmed, together with those of the spiritual poles in my chain, and bequeath my gifts.