IF I were asked what the highest blessing after the belief was, my answer would be ‘offering something to someone’. My pleasure from making someone wear is bigger than that of wearing. For every person who does not have drowned his heart in the narrow streets of the meanness, the case should be the same.

It should be from that secret of offering, an expression addressed to a beloved one, in one of the letters of great poet Rainer Maria Rilke who was committed to lead a life ‘without frightening angels, for me, is one of the most beautiful words uttered from the tongue of a poet. The poet, “I wish I had gardens” tells to his beloved collocutor. “I wish I had gardens; in order to give you flowers and fruits. But, I am a poor one.” »»

TWENTY-SEVEN YEARS ago, as a fifteen-year-old young, I spent my summer holiday reading the Risale-i Nur all through.

I was reading the Risale for the first time.

From my first reading, I received from this Risale the amount as fifteen year-old boy receives. My effort in the direction of receiving what I have not derived is still going on.

During this reading, among the long topics, I remember noting short but concise sentences, like aphorisms. »»