In the same way, the Maulavi has narrated that a handsome sixteen-year-old youth, who was famous as Aga Zubairi, in the Paimpa Madressa of Holy Mash-had, which has now closed down, used to visit Shaykh Qanbar Tawassuli. He was a pious human being and was mostly in fasting state, except on the two Eids. He was very eager to see the folks of the cave and Imam Zaman ('a) and was trying a great deal to achieve this aim.

He says: I abstained from full dinner for forty days; only at the time of breaking the fast did I take a handful of powdered grams. This was my usual meal.

Among his good qualities was that even if he received a tiny amount of money from somewhere, he distributed it to the beggars. He escorted lepers and other diseased person to public bath and was very particular in this.

I met him after three or four years in Karbala Moalla. It was the grace of the Almighty Allah that on reaching Najaf al-Ashraf, he inquired about the location of my respected father, Mirza Ali Akbar Khandahari, who lived near Masjid Tusi and I met Aga Zubairi over there only. He narrated his story as follows:

Thanks be to Allah, my wish was fulfilled before meeting the folks of the cave or that I should depart for the Green Island. I set out from Mash-had to Iraq with my mother. After walking for nine days, when we reached the Iraqi border check post, we were arrested and we remained in detention for seventeen days.

Even though we pleaded that we are saintly people, who have renounced the world; and that we were going from holy Mash-had to Karbala Moalla, they did not release us. So we sought the mediation of Imam Zaman ('a).

The soldiers and guards committed immodest and obscene acts and we found all this extremely distasteful. Sometimes they gave us some bread and dates, which we took unwillingly. One day my pleadings assumed an increased tempo and the wailings intensified. Soon a motor car arrived there and stood at my door. There was a gentleman in it having an extremely illuminated face and his effulgence spread all around. He attracted my attention. When I glanced at the guards, I found them awestruck and senseless.

That bright faced gentleman called us. When I came to him, he asked: What are you doing here? I said: I and my mother are under detention since the last seventeen days and we would like to go to Karbala.

He said: Get your mother and board the vehicle. I brought her to the car, which did not have space previously, but later on it became spacious and fragrant.

I again observed the guards and found that not one of them was able to utter a word and all were in a strange shock.

The car had not even started moving for ten minutes when I found myself near the caravanserai of Farman Farma in Kazmain.