Late Salahi (r.a.) has also narrated the following story:

Twenty years ago there was a smallpox epidemic in Shiraz. Perhaps not a single family there remained free of this malady and many deaths took place. Seven members of the family of Aga Hajj Abdur Rahim Sarfaraz were also down with smallpox, but the Almighty Allah cured them through the blessings of Imam Husayn ('a).

He mentions the details of this incident as follows:

Afterwards, I met Aga Sarfaraz and asked him to describe that incident. He also reported it exactly. I requested him to write it down, so that it may be included in the book.

He wrote as follows:

Twenty years ago when people were mostly falling sick of smallpox, seven members of my family were also sick and they were kept in a single room. On the eighth night of Muharram, I left them alone and decided to attend programs of mourning for Imam Husayn ('a) and five hours of the night had passed when I attended the Majlis founded by MuIla Ali Saif (r.a.).

During that program (Majlis) after narration of the martyrdom, people beat their chest and poems were read out about the martyrdom of Qasim Ibn Hasan. After the Majlis, I returned apprehensive of the sick at home, all the time praying to the Almighty Allah through the name of Lady Fatima Zahra ('a) for their recovery. When I reached home, I saw the children squatting around a coal stove, heating stale bread and eating from it. I was very angry, because stale bread is harmful to patients of smallpox in any case.

When my eldest daughter noticed my anger, she said: Father, we have recovered. We just got up and since we were hungry we are eating leavened bread with tea. I said: It is not advisable for smallpox patients to eat bread. She said: Father, take a seat so that I may narrate to you my dream and explain how we all have recovered. Tell me, I said.

She said: I dreamt that a powerful light has illuminated our room and a person arrived there. He spread a black sheet in one part of the room and stood besides the entrance respectfully. After these five dignified personalities arrived, among whom was a lady as well.

First she closely observed the framed inscriptions in the room having names of the fourteen infallibles and then sat at the side of the black sheet. They removed small copies of Qur’an from their underarms and recited it for some time.

After that one of them started reciting a mournful poem describing the martyrdom of His Eminence, Qasim in Arabic. Since he was time and again repeating the name of Qasim, I understood that he must be reciting his account of martyrdom. All were weeping severely, especially that lady was crying in a very mournful way.

After the Majlis program, the person who had arrived first brought something like black coffee in tiny cups and placed it before them.

I was surprised that in spite of majesty and greatness, all of them were barefoot. So I stepped forward and asked: I adjure you in the name of the Almighty Allah, which of you is Imam Ali ('a)? One of them said: I am. There was deep awe and wonder in his face.

I said: For the sake of the Almighty Allah, please tell me why you all are barefoot? He said: During these days, we are mourning for Karbala Tragedy. That is why we are barefooted. Only the feet of that lady were concealed in her dress.

I said: All of us children are unwell and our mother and aunt (mother's sister) is also sick. Imam Ali ('a) arose and passed his hand over the head and face of each of us and returned to his seat. He said: Except for your mother, all of you have recovered.

I said: My mother is also unwell. He said: She has to go. Upon this I began to cry and begged him further. On seeing my weeping and wailing the Imam arose again and also passed his hand over the quilt of my mother. After that as he started to leave, he glanced at me and said: Prayer is obligatory on you, as long as you are alive.

I accompanied them till the main door. I saw that the mounts, on which they had arrived, were covered with white sheets. After they had gone I came back to examine my siblings and mother and saw that none of them had any fever. At that moment, I heard the call for prayer. All of us awoke and performed the Morning Prayer. After that, because we were extremely hungry, we decided to eat this bread while waiti ng for you to come and arrange for breakfast.

Then all of them went to sleep and there was no more any need of a doctor or medicine for them.