Biography of Bediüzzaman Said Nursi | PART TWO ( THE NEW SAID ) | 346
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Risale-i Nur. It was also at this time that some of the pieces that were later to be made into the collection published under the name of A Guide For Women were written. These most probably formed the basis of his guidance to these visitors.
So also Bediuzzaman was concerned with the youth, as those most susceptible to the influences of the materialist ideologies being propagated with such fury by the authorities. In 1940 or 41, some high school boys started to visit Bediuzzaman, one of which was Abdullah Yegin, who from that time on was a devoted student of Bediuzzaman's and the Risale-i Nur, and in future years was one of his most active students. Some of the replies to the questions they asked became the basis of various parts of the Risale-i Nur, and it was due to them that Bediuzzaman made the collection of pieces finally published under the name of A Guide For Youth. It was also because of them that Bediuzzaman first gave permission for the Risale-i Nur to be written in the Latin alphabet, thus becoming immediately accessible to the younger generation. Some of the young schoolboy's impressions of Bediuzzaman are as follows:
"I was in the second class of the middle section of Kastamonu High School, in 1940-l. On hearing Ustad's landlord and some others who visited us speak praisingly of him, it awoke in me the desire to go and see him. What I heard about him was that he was an important person, did not accept presents, and did not receive everyone.
"One day during the break in school I broached the subject with my bench-mate, Rifat. When I told him there was a famous Hoca here worth seeing, he replied: `Yes, I know, his house is opposite ours. He's a very good person, let's go together. I sometimes visit him.
"We went together at a convenient time. We knocked at the door and it was opened. We went upstairs, and entered his room by the door on the right. First Rifat and then I kissed his hand and we sat down. He was seated on a high platform like a bed, with a quilt drawn up over his knees and leaning against the back. He was holding a book. His hair came down to his ears. Looking at us over his fine spectacles, he said to us: `Welcome!' He asked my friend

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