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Story
01The “I” (ene) is meant to be very thin. One fine thread in the thick rope of a person, a single upright stroke (elif), drawn only to measure with.
02But if no one sees what it is, it grows in the dark, under a soil of concealment (tesettür toprağı).
03It thickens, and spreads into every part of him. His light goes down.
04In the end, like a huge dragon (ejderha), it swallows the whole person. He has become, more or less, nothing but “I”.
05Then the brass coin. A man takes a coin from the public treasury (mîrî malı), and can live with it only by giving every friend there a coin too. “I own myself” has to become “everything owns itself”.
Two pictures from the First Aim of the Thirtieth Word, told as one. The wording is ours, the pictures are Nursi’s.