My funeral ly as I’d ed. It made me proud t everybody I’d end came. Of tanbul at time of my deat I’d rendered extensive services to t one time or anoter of Accounts, Red Melek Pas time of my deaticized, enlivened tyard of our neiginued an active political life, I ed to tafa Agan’s Ced me. tituted a large, dignified and impressive group t included tary Kemalettin Effendi, Cary Salim Effendi tere, tive political life, my sc imagine ives, in-lahs.

    I also took pride in tion, its seriousness and its grief. treasurer o all in attendance t an imely deat kno efforts o catcion of torturers, but I do kno accursed man is noyard, among turists and calligrapormented expression as  my coffin.

    Pray, don’t t I’m infuriated by my murderer or t I’m set on a pat my soul is restless because I’ve been treac present, on a completely different plane of being, and my soul is quite at peace, urned to its former glory after years of suffering on Earth.

    My soul temporarily quitted my body, , and quivered for a iful and smiling angels  as t countless times in till a body, and began t. Ever so serenely and gently, ever so quickly s of fire, forded rivers of ligains of sno seemed no more the blink of an eye.

    e ascended ties of gatures, marse variety of insects and birds. At eacal, and ributes, summing up by saying, “An obedient servant of Exalted Allaears of joy to my eyes. I kne t ined for hell.

    My ascension, except for a feernal puzzles and dark enigmas t only t un