I have been questioning for a long time why our teachers chose a time when the sun is at its zenith for our first hands-on lesson. Later, I learned from those who were more experienced than me that it was actually the people who needed us that determined the training time.
I can hear your questions: “Who are these people?” “What training is that?” Unfortunately, I do not know the answer to these questions either. I will learn from experience soon, but now I have a more serious problem! I feel my feet burning as I wait on the metal roof, which is well heated in the sun. Why are we waiting on the roof of the area where the Tuesday Market is set up? I am sure I saw shady and cool places on the road.
O my God, what is going on! The trainer seems to gather everyone around him. Did I mention I am nearsighted? It is unfortunate that I forgot my glasses at home on my first day of training. I am called “Leyla”, the charmed one.
“Yes, students, your messenger teachers told that the writer candidate had entered the market. We will be descending in a little while.”
I can hear your question: “Who are you, what are you doing?” You may even think that I have a connection with the blessed stations in heaven. We have not come to that stage yet, but thanks to our next experience, it seems to me that we are going to step up as students.
“Leyla, my dear, what are you waiting for there! We are landing, can’t you see? Some of your friends have already landed! Quick!”
Did I mention that I am Leyla? Yes, I guess.
O, I am immersed again!
I ran over the entire roof with a cry: “God!” As soon as I get to the edge, I jump, spreading my wings.
I could not tell the teacher that I left my glasses at home, how do you like that! Fly now, you nearsighted Leyla!
Where is everybody? Aah, I see the blue light over there.
What does the blue light mean? It is a legend. The blue light shines above the heads of hardworking people. But you know what! People cannot see these lights! Yes, they don’t. That is why the bosses were always unfair to the employees, because they didn’t know who was hardworking and who was lazy. I learned this from one of our friends.
Here, our friends surrounded the writer lady with the blue light. But what am I supposed to do? There is no place for me there. And what good am I…
O, is that a crow? I swear he saw me, he is coming towards me. I looked so small, he must have thought I was good prey. I am a bird! Me too, me too! Ah, he is flying over me like mad. I heard recently that crows eat pigeons…
“What are you doing! I am a bird too, I have wings, can’t you see?”
“You are a bird or not… The birds of this country are hungry. I have baby birds at home. Don’t run away, let this be over immediately!”
“I am not a normal bird though!” Indeed, “How did this crow see me?” Before I finished my words, I saw his pounces, and flew away, of course…
Do not say, “How do you fly in the market, among the people?” I can fly through people. Did I mention that I am a special being?
But the fact that I am nearsighted…
O, my goodness!
It’s so dark.
I think I hit the pole of the potato stand. I wish I could fly through the poles.
When I open my eyes, I find myself in a sphere of blue light. No, it can’t be, can it? Did I really manage to touch the blue light of our writer lady while being shortsighted?
Here it is! It is happening! The blue light turns red! O my Lord!
The writer lady suddenly leaves the tomato bag in her hand. Of course, she doesn’t see her mother’s angry gaze. Seeing the tomatoes just scattering and being crushed must have annoyed her mother.
Our writer candidate takes out her notebook from her pocket right away. When she takes her pen in her hand, I look at the luminous string that stretches from my feet to the pen with amazement.
It’s done!
What does the red light mean? The red light is a legend. When hardworking people are met with inspiration, the blue halo above their heads turns red. So let me put it this way, if the blue light is a dinosaur, the red light is a dragon!
I can hear you say, “What happened here now?” You recognized me as a bird. The writer lady calls me inspiration.
Note: It is narrated that “Inspiration comes in the form of a sacred bird.” As the story tells, when the bird of inspiration comes, the artists must tie a string to its foot to catch it, that is, record it by taking notes.
“… one manifestation of the Divine Name the All-Living, which is one of the Divine Names that have all-encompassing manifestations or one of the six lights of the All-Encompassing Name of God, appeared to my mind from afar in the month of Shawwal while in Eskişehir Prison. It was not recorded at that time; we could not capture that sacred bird.” (Bediüzzaman Said Nursi, The Gleams: Reflections on Qur’anic Wisdom and Spirituality, tr. Hüseyin Akarsu, New Jersey: Tughra Books, 2013, p. 459).
