showing their extraordinary good will towards my person, and their sincere and sorrowful poems of farewell, have been accepted with a few modifications for three reasons:

The First: They wrote them not on account of my person, but on account of my being a servant of the Qur'an and belief and the Risale-i Nur; they were looking to that sacred duty.

The Second: Their descriptions, which far exceed my due, and those of our sincere brothers in that region whom they represent, are a sort of earnest prayer, and an auspicious omen (tefe'ül), and an elevated desire for good, and a reflection of their abilities, their belief, and their most serious concern for the Risale-i Nur.

The Third: In so far as in their view I am the representative and exemplification of the collective personality of the Risale-i Nur and its students, there would be no benefit in slighting that wondrous good will of theirs and breaking their morale. I send thousands of greetings to both of them and their friends, particularly Ahmed Feyzi and our brothers in Denizli Prison and those striving for justice for our sake.

Thirdly: I cannot find the time to extract key passages from each of Husrev's many letters, which have so often soothed my difficulties and which I keep with me, and add all of them to The Additional Letters. God willing, I shall study them when the occasion arises. Ahmed Nazif's letters, written in the name of the İnebolu students and showing that he shared in Halil İbrahim's heart-rending eulogy, dispelled my worries about my steadfast brothers in that region. May God be pleased with them!

Fourthly: Our old and new brothers whose names are mentioned in the letter from Ahmed from the village of Çoban İsa are working at the Risale-i Nur and getting their children to work at it and at the Qur'an, which is indeed a noteworthy service for the Risale-i Nur. May Almighty God grant them success. Amen!

Fifthly: Perhaps twenty times, Jaushan and Awrād-i Qudsiyya-i Shāh-i Naqshband have saved me from losing my life due to the physical and spiritual poison of my dissembler enemies, but regretfully, due to their cruelty I suffer such effects, tension, grief, and revulsion in my nerves, and such sensitivity and strain, that I can't endure having even my truest friend and most loyal brother with me for an hour; my spirit cannot abide it. I feel distress if one of them merely looks at me, The unsociableness that I used to suffer from slightly, has become very severe due to the cruel maltreatment of those oppressors and their surveillance. It is as though I have died to social life before dying my death; it is on account of this truth and mystery that my select brothers are writing their eulogies.