What a wondrous time!

What a wondrous time!” Al-Sayyid Muhammad Baqir realized the waves of anger that prevailed among those present at the mosque, feeling sorry for his hastiness, returning home then. After a few minutes, his house door was knocked violently, in a way breaking the silence that overshadowed the house.

“Who is at the door?” “It is Muhammad Husayn Misgar, who spreads out your prayer rug every day.” Al-Sayyid Muhammad opened the door, being terrified at seeing Muhammad Husayn with his furious frightening complexion. He was taken by surprise with the man throwing the rug at his face, shouting: “Take your rug, O the apostate ... my prayer behind you is invalid outright.” That night al-Sayyid Muhammad Baqir stayed up restlessly, without being able to sleep at all.

He never felt so frightened before, expecting being assailed by some fanatics at any time. Suddenly the strong sound of knocking was heard. Al- Sayyid, feeling terrified, cried: “Who is at the door at this late time of night?” He went out to the house yard: “Who is it?” “It is me, Muhammad Husayn Misgar! Please, open the door, Sir!” “What else you want from me? Haven’t you be sufficed with that you did for me?” “I have erred, and I came to apologize.” Al-Sayyid cautiously opened the door.

The man fell down on al-Sayyid’s feet, intending to kiss them. Al-Sayyid said: “I seek Allah’s forgiveness! What are you doing? Stand up O brother.” “Don’t blame me Sir ... as soon as I slept that night, I saw in drean Wahib al-Zaman reprimanding me for what I did (for you); so I rushed asking you to forgive me.” “May Allah pardon all of us.” We Stay Then “We are to be ready for travelling again, mother.” Muhammad ‘Ali mumbled, as all the family members gathered for having breakfast.

The mother, seemed totally dejected, replied: “Have you grown tired of Karbala’ so soon?” “How can one be wearied of the city of al-Husayn? But this is the nature of life, mother.” Al-Sayyid Muhammad Baqir was listening, then he turned his face to his wife addressing her gently: “We are not going, we will never leave Karbala’.” Muhammad ‘Ali opened his mouth surprisingly: “But, father, you have ordered me to be ready for travel.” “Yes, that is right.” “What happened then?” “O son!

I saw in dream my master al-Husayn (peace be upon him) addressing me admonishingly: “Why are you departing me? I am displeased with you on doing this.” So I have made up my mind to stay.