ordered that they should be returned. The chief inspector told me to go to Mersin to get the books that were there, so they could all be returned together. The police in Mersin said that they had sent all the books to Ankara and they would give them to me if they were returned, but that there were none there. So I went back to the inspector in Tarsus. He was very apologetic and said that they only act under orders and that they could not return them without receiving the orders. Then on 18th April they said that the books had arrived and that we should go and get them. I went immediately. I understood from the paper in which they were wrapped that five of our books, Zülfikar, The Ratifying Stamp of the Unseen, The Mysteries Collection, your Afyon defence speeches, and the Hulâsa, had arrived, having been sent from Ankara.

They handed over the books to us with a note saying that they contain nothing to prevent their sale. I gave the chief inspector a copy of The Mysteries Collection, and the police chief a copy of the Hulâsa and the biography in the new letters. They were both very pleased. Both have become Nurjus.

My Master! You told me that my duty lay in this region. I gave my word, and when I left Isparta I said that I would come in March. But my spirit tells me that I have not fully accomplished my duty since I was unable to reach Gaziantep and Maraş.

My Master! A year before I went to Eskişehir, three or four months after I first visited you, I had a dream in which you, my Master, came to our house. You asked me: "If I send you somewhere, will you go?" I replied: "Of course I will!" You told me: "I'm going to send you somewhere for three months." I immediately set off, and you told me: "Stop!" I stopped. You asked: "Did I tell you to go now?" I woke up then, and ever since I have been wondering: "Is it for this year that he gave me that order to make the three-month journey?" Day and night I wept. That is to say, it was destined to happen now. This is from the bounty of my Lord!

My Master, I kiss your hands and feet, longingly and with respect.

Your most faulty servant,

Süleyman Kaya

21.4.1951 ∗∗∗