In 1349, I was privileged to visit the holy shrine of Hazrat Saman al-Aima (a.s.).
Maghrib and Isha prayers were held in the Revolution Hall (Ismail Tala) under the leadership of the late Ayatollah Milani, I was also present.
Between dawns, I was quietly and softly whispering the prayers of Maghrib prayer. A young man wearing a long coat and wearing a cap at night touched my shoulder and said:
Can you sing louder? My answer was yes. I sang, he encouraged me and told me about the beauty of my voice. He built a friendship. I doubted because we were more than ten years apart in age. But Bazban Shirin Esfahani spoke so warmly and lovingly that I was fascinated by him. He asked: How many days will you stay in Mashhad? I said: We will stay at least 10 days. He asked where I am going after the prayer. I said: Haram. He wanted to go to the Haram together. I accepted. Calmly and dignified, as if we had been friends for years, he accompanied me and we entered the Haram. He entered the Haram with great dignity and humility. He told me about the province and its value. He told me the importance of pilgrimage to the community and that it was issued by Imam Hadi (a.s.) and that all imams read this pilgrimage. We reached the front of Mubarak. He taught me to stand politely. He asked me to recite the special pilgrimage of Imam Reza to him. It was from here that I became his official pilgrim. I did not feel the passage of time in Mashhad. I was trying to quickly come to the shrine from the inn to be with them during the prayers. The family asked about my sensitivity, I told the story. We made an appointment to follow us without them knowing. to see him from afar and to know about his intention for this acquaintance. I was happy that the family accompanied us.
I asked his name and he said Abdullah. Last name: Maithami. He is from Isfahan. He has a job in Isfahan Bazaar. He never stopped smiling. He spoke wisely and quietly. His language was that of Imam Zaman. The imam was not talking. I prayed for him on Friday night, and on Friday morning, I prayed for him. It was as if God had entrusted me to him to determine my path. He gave me his address and told me to write to him from Imam Zaman and I will send you beautiful poems. My only happiness was that from now on I will receive a letter from Abdullah….
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Seyed Ahmed Mir Morshidi
