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"Mehmet Kırkıncı Hocaefendi, while traveling from Erzurum to Isparta to see the Master, stopped in Ankara. There, the Sözler Magazine was being prepared for printing. A scene he witnessed in Ankara deeply affected him. He could never forget a group of self-sacrificing young people with steely wills, who were surviving on three or five olives for breakfast and a bowl of soup for lunch and dinner, living in deprivation and poverty… One of them was Atıf Ural…
Mehmed Kırkıncı The Master expressed these observations and feelings in his work "My Life - My Memories" as follows:
"When I stood behind him in prayer, the world became mine."
"When we landed in Ankara, we went to the address we had received from Samsun. This was a small, two-room wooden house where a few of the Master's students were staying. They were using this house as a typesetting workshop. In those days, the Sözler Magazine was being printed for the first time in the new alphabet. Other works would follow. They worked tirelessly day and night, taking turns. Those who became tired would rest in the attic of the house. They hosted us in this workshop for a few days. During this time, they employed us in correcting the Quranic calligraphy texts, especially the hadiths, found in the Risales."
"These devoted students of the Master carried out their work in great hardship and necessity. In the mornings, everyone's allowance was only three or five olives and three glasses of water." Tea was the main course. Lunch and dinner were mostly noodle soup.
These devoted, loyal, and steel-willed heroic students of the Master were Said Özdemir, a young preacher from Ankara, and Atıf Ural and Mustafa Türkmenoğlu, both final-year law students.
I always watched them with admiration. Their demeanor taught me a great lesson in self-sacrifice and loyalty. The radiance within them shone on their faces. Their hearts were pure, their ideals lofty. A fresh smile was always on their lips. At the pinnacle of morality and virtue, each of these zealous young men was a symbol of modesty and decency.
They would go to the printing press at night and wake us up for morning prayer. We would sleep a little longer after prayer. But they would still get up earlier than us. Atıf Ağabey led the prayers. He was a very brave man. He led the prayers in such a way that when he put on a turban and took the imam's seat, the world was mine. It was happening.
NUSRET KOCABAY NARRATES
Nusret Kocabay, a distinguished personality and esteemed scholar from Ağrı, was a man who, in his youth, became a caliph in a Sufi order, received a crown, and had disciples. While doing his military service in Ankara in 1953, he became acquainted with the Risale-i Nur through Atıf Ural and was deeply influenced by him. From that day on, he became a student of the Nur. From that day, he began serving like a soldier, and he continues to do so… When I asked him about Atıf Ural, he changed his demeanor and answered excitedly:
"In terms of loyalty, steadfastness, fortitude, brotherhood, and humility, I have never seen a person like him.
You ask me about Atıf Ural; how can I describe him? It's impossible to describe him with words. That is, in terms of loyalty, steadfastness, fortitude, brotherhood, and humility, I have never seen a person like him… His state of being is like that to me…" He became my spiritual guide… I came to know the Risale-i Nur through Atıf Ural, and that's how we are trying to continue with this caravan of light; may God accept us. Mustafa Türkmenoğlu, Ziya Nur, Ziya Arun, and İsmail Doyuk were also in Ankara at that time.
In 1953 and 1954, I was with Atıf Ural. I was a soldier in Ankara at that time. We were staying on the ground floor of the Tuna Apartment building in Cebeci. It was an apartment heated by a stove, and we burned sawdust in the stove. We had a temporary leave paper made for me, and I would stay in Atıf's study hall from Saturday afternoon until Sunday noon. (…)
Source: Ömer Özcan, The Elders Tell Their Stories – 4