“Everything has a time for its manifestation. I know this from my own experience. A person cannot always write what they want, exactly how they want it.

One may force themselves to write when they do not feel like it or when their heart is not in it. But these are like vegetables and flowers grown out of season with artificial tools and forced means. Their taste, flavor, and scent are not the same as those grown in their proper season.

It never even crossed my mind to write a work consisting of such short sentences under the name “Flowers of Truth.” Strangely, time, through some turn of events, made me write it.

Following an order I received from Dersaadet (Istanbul), I had gone to the District of Lushnja, attached to the Sanjak of Berat (Macedonia), to conduct an investigation.

It was spring. Thinking it might to some extent hinder the task I had undertaken, I had not brought any books with me to read this time...

In the evenings, I would go outside the town and gaze in admiration at the unique landscape around me... I said to myself: It was a good thing I didn’t bring any books... Look, now nature is making me read the book of the universe...

The moon was continuing its journey in the sky with its light. On my way back, thinking of the moon, I said the following as if addressing it:

Do not take pride in walking alone at such a dizzying height; the full moon turns into a crescent, and perfection turns into decline.

In this realm of existence, whose greatness, wealth, and status have remained permanent for you to remain?

Think about how many shapes you go through from crescent to full moon, and from full moon to crescent within a period of thirty days, and take heed.

Neither you nor your source of light is the one that lasts forever...”