Around twenty years ago on a Friday evening, I went to Masjid Jamkaran with Aga Sayyid Baqir Khayyat and some other persons. All went to sleep, but I and an aged gentleman were awake. He had lighted a candle on the terrace and was reciting a supplication. I was engrossed in Midnight Prayer when suddenly I observed that the atmosphere became illuminated. I thought that the moon has risen. but no matter how much I looked, I could not see it. I saw at a distance of nearly 500 meters, a magnificent Sayyid standing below a tree and that illumination was emanating from him.

I asked the aged gentleman: Can you see a Sayyid next to that tree? He replied: It is a dark night and I cannot see anything. Perhaps you are feeling sleepy; go to sleep. I understood that he was unable to see anything. ·

I said that magnificent Sayyid: Aga, I want to go to Karbala Moalla, but I neither have money nor passport. If I can get passport and money by Thursday morning, I will know that you are the Master of the time ('a) and not only a Sayyid.

Suddenly he disappeared and the atmosphere became dark again. When I recounted this incident to my friends in the morning, some of them made fun of me.

On Wednesday morning, I came on an errand to Maidan Fauzia at Shamshiran Gate. I was standing under the shade of a wall and it was about to rain. An old stranger arrived there and asked: Hajj Muhammad Ali, do you want to go to Karbala? I replied: I am very eager to; but I neither have money nor passport.

He told me to get ten photos and two copies of identity card. I said: I want to take my family as well. He said: No problem. I immediately came home to take the photos and copies of identity card. He said: Come here tomorrow at the same time. I went there the following day. That same gentleman arrived with a passport, Iraqi visa and 5000 Tomans. After that I never saw him again.

I went to the place of Aga Sayyid Baqir, where recitation of Salawat was in progress. Some friends jokingly asked: Did you get the passport? i replied: Yes, and placed the passport and 5000 Tomans before them. When they noted that the date of issue was Wednesday, they started crying: Alas, we remained deprived of this fortune.