Letters ( revised ) | THE TWENTY-EIGHTH LETTER | 434
(399-446)

          The Answer

to a Confidential Question

 

 

[This  instance  of  divine  favour  was  written  some  time  ago confidentially  and  was  added  to  the  end  of  the  Fourteenth  Word. However, most of the scribes have forgotten it and not written it. That is to say, the appropriate place for it must have been here, since it remained unknown.]

 

 

Y o u  a s k  m e : “How is it that in the Words you have written from the Qur’an are  a  power  and  effectiveness   rarely  to  be  found  in  the  words  of  Qur’anic commentators  and  those  with  knowledge  of  God?  Sometimes  a  single  line  is  as powerful as a page, and one page as effective as a book?”

T h e  A n s w e r : A good answer: since the honour belongs to the Qur’an’s miraculousness and not to me, I say fearlessly: it is mostly like that for the following reason:

The Words that have been written are not supposition, they are affirmation; they are not submission, they are belief; they are not intuitive knowledge (marifet), they are a testifying and witnessing; they are not imitating, they are verification; they are not taking the part of something, they are comprehension of it; they are not Sufism, they are reality (hakikat); they are not a claim, they are the proof within the claim. The wisdom in this is as follows:

Formerly,  the  fundamentals  of belief  were  protected,  submission  was  strong. Even if the intuitive knowledge of those with knowledge of God lacked proof, their expositions were acceptable and sufficient. But at this time, since the misguidance of science has stretched out its hand to the fundamentals and pillars [of belief], the All- Wise and Compassionate One of Glory, who bestows a remedy for every ill, in consequence of my impotence and weakness, want and need, mercifully bestowed in these writings of mine which serve the Qur’an a single ray from the comparisons of that Noble Qur’an, which are a most brilliant manifestation of its miraculousness. All praise  be  to  God,  distant  truths  were  brought  close  through  the  telescope  of the mystery of comparisons.

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