Once I dreamt sir. Shaikh Morteza Haeri.
In my dream, I knew he had died before and I asked him, âHow are doing here?â
While he looked pleased, he answered,
âWhen I died, my soul separated from my body, like taking off my clothes!
I could see myself that was sitting alone in a corner, dumb-struck.
All of a sudden, I heard some noise which terrified me.