Prominent Sayyid and accomplished scholar, Hasan Barqi, the orator and a resident of Qom, has written that Aga Qasim Abdul Husaini, curator of Her Eminence, Masooma Qom Museum, is the member of the council and still [that is in 1348 A.H.] is serving in the same capacity. He has a house in Khayaban Tehran, Kucha Aga Baqqal; he narrated to me as follows:

A truck drove over my foot when I was in my youth. They took me to the Fatemi Hospital where my treatment began under the supervision of Dr. Modarrisi (who is still alive) and Dr. Saifee.

My leg had swollen up. Due to the intensity of pain, I could not sleep for a moment for fifty days and was continuously weeping and wailing. It was not possible for anyone to touch my foot, because I became uncontrollable due to pain and the whole ward echoed with my screams. During that time, I was praying through the mediums of Lady Fatima Zahra (a), Lady Zainab and Lady Masuma Qom and my mother mostly prayed for me at the shrine of Lady Masuma.

In my ward there was a boy patient, who lay a little away from me to the right. He was the son of an ordinary worker. He was shot in Tehran and his wound had festered and developed into a leprous boil. The doctors had given hope on him as well and presently that boy was in a swoon most of the time. Now and then when nurses came to his bed during their rounds, they asked if he was still alive as if all were waiting for him to die.

I was so much fed up with life that I decided to commit suicide. For this purpose, I managed to procure some poison, which I concealed under my pillow, because my strength had sapped and I was unable to bear the pain any more.

That evening, when my mother came to visit me, I told her that it would be better if she can obtain my cure from Masuma Qom that day, otherwise she would find me dead the following morning. I said this with full confidence as I had made a firm resolve to commit suicide.

After sunset, my mother went to the holy tomb. That night I dozed for a while. I dreamt that respectable ladies have entered my room from the garden door, where that boy was lying beside me. One of them seemed most senior and was perhaps Lady Fatima Zahra (a), then lady Zainab, and lastly Lady Masuma Qom. Lady Fatima Zahra (a) was leading; followed by Lady Zainab and then by Lady Masuma Qom. They reached the boy's bed and stood adjacent to each other. Lady Fatima Zahra (a) said to the boy: Get up. He replied: I cannot get up. She repeated the question and he repeated the same answer. She said: You are cured.

I saw in dream that the boy sat up. Now, I was in anticipation that they would pay some attention to me, but against my expectations they paid no attention to me. I said to myself: It seems that the ladies of infallibility had no gift of favor for me. So I put my hand under the pillow to take out the poison. Then I thought that since they have stepped into my room, it is possible that I have also been cured due to their auspiciousness. I placed my hand on my leg and saw that it was not paining. Then I tried moving the leg and found that I can move it. I realized that I was also cured.

In the morning, nurses arrived and asked: What is the position of the boy? They were thinking that he was dead. They asked: What are you saying? I said: He is fully cured. Since he was asleep, I told them not to wake him up. When doctors arrived, they found no sign of injury in his leg as if he had never received an injury, but those people were unaware of the true facts. A nurse came and as per the practice, opened my bandage and removed the cotton to change it. Since the leg was not swollen any more, there was a gap between it and the cotton and it seemed that no wound had been there before.

When my mother came to see me, her eyes were red and puffed up due to excessive weeping. She asked how I was, but I did not disclose the whole thing at once, lest she would die of joy. So I said that I was better and told her to get me a walking stick to get me home.

At home I narrated the whole miracle and explained how I was cured. On the other hand, there was a huge celebration in the hospital due to the miraculous cure of two incurable patients. The whole atmosphere of the room and the ward echoed with wails and Salawat.