Researcher late Sharif Razi narrates:
I heard from some trustworthy and reliable scholar who was narrating from the late Hajjat-ul-Islam Akhund Mulla Abbas Sibuyah Yazdi: that there was a religious scholar in Yazd, Hajj Sheikh Ali, who was my dear friend. Once he was with some of his friends. He had come to my house from Baghdad for pilgrimage to Karbala, after a few days he left for Makkah and I was waiting for him to come after performing the Hajj ceremony, but even after a long period of time I did not receive any news. I thought they might have gone back to Yazd from Makkah. But one day I saw the friends of my beloved in the Haram of Imam Hussain (peace be upon him), so I inquired about their condition and found out about their well-being, but these people refrained from telling anything about him. I insisted, what happened? How they are ? Has he passed away? Tell me something?
They said: The point is that one day Hajj Shaikh Ali Mustahbi Tawaf and Ziarat of the House of Allah, They left for God’s sake, they did not turn around and come back. We all searched a lot, waited, looked for him everywhere but there was no trace. Disappointed, they left there with their belongings and now I will take these belongings and hand them over to Yazdan’s family and it is very likely that some enemy of Ahl al-Bayt and Nasbi has killed them.
I was very impressed after hearing this news. After many years, one day someone called from the door, I opened the door and I couldn’t believe my eyes.My beloved Hajj Sheikh Ali was standing in front of me.
Finally surprised. Wondering where you were? Where are you coming from now? – Said: I am just coming from Yazd, said: You were lost in Makkah. How from Yazd?he said: First arrange tea and breakfast. Relax, get rid of fatigue,After that , I will provide the details.
After breakfast etc., Haj Sheikh Ali said something like this…
One day after performing Hajj, he visited the House of God ,Came to Masjid al-Haram for Tawaf and return to the destination after Tawaf and Namaz
In a street, a person with a long beard and special clothes seemed to be waiting for me.
I was standing, and when he saw me, he went forward and said: aren’t you Shaykh Ali Yazdi?
I said: Why not ,I did Salam Ayllaykum and he put his hand around my neck and kissed and began to take me towards his house. Finally, I was happy with his introduction and appearance. After seeing his appearance and behaviour, I walked towards the house and still did not recognize him. I kept insisting that after all introduce yourself, who are you? I have no picture in my mind. He would just say: You have forgotten me, I am your close friend!
At last it was noon time, I wanted to go back but I was not allowed to come, he said: The whole of Makkah is Haram, you can pray everywhere, I brought food, I insisted that my companions would be worried. They will not be worried, said: This land is peaceful, what is the problem here? At last it was night and I was not allowed to come back. After the Isha prayer, I saw different types of people coming to the house. When enough people gathered, the man started talking about the Shias that these people used to call the first and second Caliphs bad. Especially the 2nd Khalifa . These people celebrate in the month of Rabi ul Awwal in the name of Eid Zahra on the night of 9 Rabi ul Awwal, in which they express their bigot and disgust. That they all looked at me with angry eyes and seemed to agree on my murder.
I denied his words every now and then, but he kept insisting on it and said: Shaykh Ali, did you forget the madrassa of Yazd? When he uttered this phrase, an image immediately appeared in my mind that there was a neighbor in Madrasah Musalli during the student period, whose name was Sheikh Jabir Kurdistani. He who followed the Sunni religion was hiding his religion from us (he did taqayyah) and when the students were celebrating on the night of 9th of Rabi-ul-Awal, he used to close the door of his room and sit, but some children would come and bring him from the room. And he used to make jokes in front of him, so he would remain silent, I said: Are you not Sheikh Jabir? He said yes I am sheikh Jabir . I said : I was not compatible with their flamboyance.
Said: Yes! But since you Shia and Rafizi , I will take revenge tonight.
I begged a lot and said: من دخله كان آمنا. Who entered the mosque of God is saved. Is your crime great? Are you not safe here?
I recited the ayat ,و أن استاجرك أحد من المشركين O Messenger if any of the disbelievers ask refuge from you… They said you are worse than the disbelievers, I gauged that here people are talking about ways to kill me so I asked Sheikh Jabir that can I pray 2 rakat namaaz? He said : yes
I said: Here people are talking about my murder. I cannot develop humility amd attention. He said: Read wherever you want. There is no escape.
Leaving there, I came to pray istegasah of Hazrat Zahra, peace be upon her, two rakats , on one side in the small courtyard of the house. After prayer and tasbih, I went into prostration and prayed four hundred times: يا مولاتي يا فاطمة أغيثيني (O Princess Fatima Zahra, come to my help) I begged the princess, peace be upon her. Do not allow me to be brutally murdered by your enemies in this foreign country. My children are waiting for me in the homeland. After that a ray of hope arose in my heart and in my mind. Why don’t you go to the roof of the house from there and drop yourself in the street outside that Dast Yadullahi, the one who overcomes difficulties, will take care of it! As soon as I reached the edge of the roof, I saw that there was no wall (because a wall of one meter was built around the roofs of the houses in Mecca so that the children would not fall down) because of the moonlit night, the whole scene was clear. Now When I looked around, it seemed that this is not the city of Makkah, because the city of Makkah is continuously surrounded by mountains. It is similar to the mountain of Yazd, which is called Sher Koah) I came to the edge of the terrace to see what these people were doing down, and now what I saw was a strange scene. I am standing in my own house in Yazd.
I thought in my heart! God, what kind of dream am I seeing, I was in Makkah. This is Yazd.
This is my house, I gently called my children and wife who were in the room, so they went to her and said: This is my father’s voice. The wife said: Your Baba is in Makkah and will come after a few months.
I slowly called them and said, “Don’t be afraid, it’s me, come, open the door.” Then the children ran to open the door. Everyone was surprised to see, I said: Give thanks to Hazrat Fatima Zahra, may Allah bless her and grant her peace, for saving me from murder and reaching Yazd from Makkah in the blink of an eye. Then I stated the whole story.
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