Informed me Sayyid Ali, grandson of Bahrul Ulum, author
of Burhan Qate dar Sharhe Naafe, a multi volume book, which
Sayyid Murtaza, nephew of the Sayyid had and he was his
companion during journeys and at home eager to serve him in
every way.
He said: I was with the gentleman during his journey to
Samarrah and he had a room, where he slept alone. And I had the
room adjacent to his. I was very sincere in serving him day and
night and in the evenings, people gathered to meet the late
gentlemen, till one third of the night.
One night it so happened that as per his habit, he sat in his
place and people gathered around him. I saw that he was that
night uncomfortable with the people and he would have liked to
be alone. He was speaking with each person as if he wanted them
to go away at the earliest.
People dispersed from him and except me, no one remained.
He asked me also to go out. I returned to my room in deep
thought about the condition of the Sayyid that night and I could
not fall asleep. I waited for a time and then came out to check the
condition of the Sayyid.
I saw that his door was closed. I peeped through a crack and
saw that the lamp was alight and there was no one in the room.
I entered the room and observed that he has not slept that
night.
I hid myself barefoot and came out of the room in search of
the Sayyid. I entered the holy courtyard and saw that the door of
the shrine of shrine Askariyyin was closed. I searched around the
sanctuary and could not find any trace of him.
I entered the courtyard of the cellar floor. I saw that the door
was open. I went down slowly so that no one may hear my
footsteps.
I heard someone whispering at the platform of the cellar as
if two people were speaking, but I could not differentiate the
words, till three or four steps remained and I was moving very
slowly when suddenly the voice of the Sayyid arose from that
place: O Sayyid Murtaza, what are you doing? Why did you
come out of your chamber?
I remained astonished and quiet in my place like a dry stick.
Then I decided to answer.
I again told myself: How much ever you tried to hide, but
you were exposed through other senses.
I respond with an apology and regret and went down the
stairs to seek apology till I saw the platform. I saw that the
Sayyid was alone facing the Qibla and there was no trace of
anyone else. I understood that he was talking to someone, who
was invisible (s.a.)
Behaarul Anwaar, vol. 53, pp. 238-239