One day, the evil vizier entered before the sovereign with a pomegranate and handed it to him. The sovereign had a look at it, it was written on it, âThere is no God but Allah, Muhammad is the Messenger of Allah, and Abubakr, Ummer, Ê»Uthman, and Ali are the successors of the Messenger of Allah
A crowd of the people from Najaf informed me, that a KÄshÄnÄ« man came to Najaf Ashraf in order to go on á¸¤ajj to Bayt al HarÄm. But he became disabled there, because of a serious disease. It was so serious that he had still legs, and he couldnât walk!
There was a ruler in á¸¤illah who they called him âMarjan Saghirâ, and he was a NÄá¹£ibÄ«. [Once]They told him that AbÅ«-Rajeh always curses á¹¢aá¸¥Äba.
So that wicked [ruler] ordered to bring him to his present. When he was taken there, the ruler ordered them to beat him. And they beat him so much that he was about to die. They beat him all over his body, even his face so hard that he lost his teeth.
I arranged to stay there to pray and request [ my wishes from Allah] that night. It was rainy and windy, so I asked the custodian, Abi Jaâfar, to close the doors of the illuminating chamber. Also, i requested him to permit [the people to make] that blessed place busy so that I could make private for praying and requesting, and stay safe from those whom I was afraid of visiting.
I got tired on the way to Mecca and fell behind after the caravan. I was disappointed with life and lied down on the ground on my back, almost moribund reciting ShahÄda, suddenly I saw our MawlÄ, the MawlÄ of the worlds, the caliph of Allah over the entire human beings. He (mgehr) stated, âGet up, O Isá¸¥Äqâ.
he was imprisoned by one of the rulers of Sultan Chormaqan for a long time, in a very hard and severe condition. Once, he saw the pious successor, the one who looks forward to the Emergence, [ImÄm MahdÄ« (mgehr)], in his dream. So, he cried and said, âOâ My MawlÄ! Intercede for me to get rid of this oppressor groupâ.
His Excellency replied, âRecite the âAbarÄt supplicationâ. Sayyid asked, âWhich one is âAbarÄt?â
one night we were getting together at the time of Isha prayer. All of a sudden, he called out that, âHurry up!â And when we rushed toward him, he said, âBe in hurry and find your SÄhib [mgehr], he left me a moment ago! But whatever we searched around, we couldnât find His Excellency! We came back and wondered, âWhat happened?!â
I told myself, âI will go out hungry anyway, and if I get perished, I will be relieved and otherwise, I will get to the caravan.â I came out of the gate and asked for the way, they showed me the two directions. I walked until the evening but did not get anywhere, then I realized that I lost my way.
I reached an endless desert where, nothing grew there, but the watermelon of Abu Jahl âKhiaratlkh. Due to the severity of my hunger and thirst, I cut about 500 bitter melons, hoping that one of them is watermelon, but it was not!
My soul was about to separate from my body when Sayyid Raá¸Ä« al-DÄ«n arrived with a group and kept the people far from me. The supervisor of Mesopotamia had recorded the story and had sent it to Baqdad, so they became aware of it. Sayyid said, âAre you the man who is said to be healed and has caused this commotion in this city?â
[Once,] my father told, when he was young, he had got a wound called âTuthahâ [A thymus-like fleshy wound]. The wound was as big as a humanâs hand, and it was on his left thigh. Each spring, his wound would burst and blood, and pus would come out of it. Its pain had made him unable to do any job! However, he went to á¸¤illah, visited Radhi al DÄ«n [mgbph], Ali ibn á¹¬ÄwÅ«s and complained against it.