"Après le décès de Cheikh Sharafouddin, j'attendais une ouverture pour émigrer de la Turquie, j'étais dans en séclusion dans la mosquée à côté du tombeau de mon Cheikh, priant une nuit auparavant Fajr.
Tout ce que fait la technologie c'est nous déshumaniser sans jamais nous donner de repos. L'islam est un trésor caché, même dans le monde musulman. Tant que l'humanité fuira l'Islam, ses problèmes augmenteront.
Hodja was unemployed and poor but somehow he got little money to eat beans and pilaf at a cheap restaurant. He ate and examined walking people outside with the corner of the eye. He noticed a long, handsome swashbuckler (bully man) behind crowd. The Man was well dressed from head to foot, with velvet turban, silver embroidered vest, silk shirt, satin baggy-trousers and golden scimitar (short curved sword). Hodja pointed the man and asked restaurant keeper,
- Who is that man over there!
- He is Fehmi Pasha's servant, answered restaurant keeper.
Hodja sighed from far away, looked at the sky and said:
- Oh, my Good Lord! Look at that Fehmi Pasha's servant and look at your own servant, here.