ation his human personality and human state in his early life, which was a seed of the majestic Tuba-tree.

Thus, since the truths repeated in the Qur'an hold such value, all sound natures will testify that its repetitions represent a powerful and extensive miracle. Unless, that is to say, a person is afflicted with some sickness of the heart and malady of the conscience due to the plague of materialism, and is included under the rule,

A man denied the light of the sun due to his diseased eye,

His mouth denied the taste of water due to sickness. ∗ ∗ ∗

Two Additions, Which Form A Conclusion to The Tenth Topic

TWO ADDITIONS, WHICH FORM A CONCLUSION

TO THE TENTH TOPIC

#### The First

T h e   F i r s t: Twelve years ago I heard that a fearsome, obdurate atheist had devised a conspiracy against the Qur'an, which was to have it translated. He said: "The Qur'an should be translated so that everyone can know just what it is." That is, he hatched a dire plan so that everyone would see its unnecessary repetitions and its translation would be read in its place. However, the irrefutable proofs of the Risale-i Nur prove decisively that it is impossible to do a true translation of the Qur'an, and other languages cannot preserve its qualities and fine points in place of the grammatical language of Arabic. Man's trite and partial translations cannot be substituted for the miraculous and comprehensive words of the Qur'an, every letter of which yields from ten to a thousand merits; they may not be read in its place in mosques. Spreading everywhere, the Risale-i Nur foiled this fearsome plan. I surmise that it was due to the idiotic and lunatic attempts of dissemblers to extinguish the Sun of the Qur'an on account of Satan by puffing at it like silly children having taken lessons from that atheist, that I was inspired to write this Tenth Matter while under great constraint and in a most distressing situation. But I do not know the reality of the situation since I have been unable to meet with others.

#### The Second Addition

S e c o n d   A d d i t i o n : After our release from Denizli Prison, I was staying on the top floor of the famous Şehir Hotel. The subtle and graceful dancing of the leaves, branches, and trunks of the many poplar trees in the fine gardens opposite me at the touching of the breeze, each with a rapturous and ecstatic motion like a circle of dervishes, pained my heart, sorrowful and melancholy at being parted from my brothers and remaining alone. Suddenly the seasons of autumn and winter came to mind and a heedless-