THE FLASHES

The Thirteenth Case

This concerns Hāfiz Halid (may Allah have mercy on him). He himself says:

I confess that, at the time when I was zealously engaged in drafting the works my ustad had spread in the service of the Qur’an, there was a position as imam of a mosque in my neighbourhood. With the intention of once again assuming my former scholarly attire and wearing the turban, I temporarily became slack in that service and, unknowingly, withdrew.

Contrary to my intention, I received a merciful warning. Although I served as imam for eight or nine months, despite the mufti’s many promises, I was, in an extraordinary manner, unable to wear the turban.

We had no doubt that this merciful warning came as a result of that fault. For I had been both an addressee and a drafter for my ustad. Through my withdrawal, he experienced difficulty in the drafting of the works.

In any case, all praise be to Allah that we understood our fault and came to know how sacred this service is. And we trusted that behind us there stood, like Shaykh Gīlānī, an ustad watching over us like a protecting angel.

The weakest of servants,

Hāfiz Halid

 

The Fourteenth Case

This concerns the three small warnings received by the three Mustafas.

The First Mustafa: Mustafa Çavuş (may Allah have mercy on him) had served our small private mosque for eight years, taking care of everything, even its stove, lamp oil, and matches. Later we learned that for eight years he had paid for the lamp oil and matches from his own pocket. He would not miss the congregation, especially on Friday nights, unless there was an extremely necessary reason.

Later, worldly people took advantage of the purity of his heart and said:

“They will interfere with the turban of the Hāfiz, who is one of the scribes of the Risale-i Nur. The adhān that is recited secretly should also be temporarily stopped. Tell the scribe to remove his turban before he is forced to do so.”

He did not know that conveying such a message—that someone engaged in the service of the Qur’an should remove his turban—would be very heavy for a noble spirit like Mustafa Çavuş. Yet he conveyed their words.

That night I saw in a dream that Mustafa Çavuş entered my room with soiled hands, while the district governor stood behind him. The next day I said to him: