Imam had said: “I felt that my soul was being seized.

Imam had said: “I felt that my soul was being seized.” The interpretation of the Imam was that: “My best moments were that very time that I was dying under the hands and feet of the people.” [^3] Hujjatul Islam Imam Jamaaraani He used to live like everyone * * On the occasion that Allah had given this slave (the narrator) the opportunity to kiss the hand of the Imam, he was sitting on an old chair on the small porch of his house, in the fierce cold.

This troubling weather of Jamaaraan had almost changed the colour of his face and hands from red to dark blue. I asked the reason for why something to make the Imam warm had not been placed near him in such fierce cold and open space? I heard the reply that Imam wanted to share in the pain of the people. They indicated another example of this equality: When Imam’s clothes had been given to the house for a wash, but hadn’t been washed, they asked why.

They got the reply that: “As yet, the turn to receive the washing powder coupon has not reached the house, and once it is received, the clothes will be washed.”[^4] Hujjatul Islam Sayyid Mohammed Baqir-e-Hujjat I will not move from here During the war, there were many very threatening and dangerous incidents. Sometimes, Imam’s neighbourhood was also hit by missiles. At all these times, he did not demonstrate any reaction that indicated worry or agitation.

On one particularly threatening night during which the area was under attack, it was said to the Imam: “At least come to the area which has been secured.” Imam said: “I will not move from here.” They asked: “Why?” He said: “There is no difference between me and the sentry who is now at the top of the street guarding his post. He has a life, and I have a life.

If his life is precious, my life is precious.” He then said: “By Allah, I don’t believe in any difference in my getting killed and the sentry at the top of the street getting killed.”[^5] Hujjatul Islam Imam Jamaaraani Until a missile hits my forehead * * One afternoon, at about 7 or 8pm, a missile hit the area of Jamaaraan. I went to the Imam and asked him: “If one time, one of our missiles hit Saddam’s palace once and Saddam was wounded or killed, how happy would we be?

And if a missile hits near here and the ceiling falls down and you get wounded or killed, then what?” Imam in his reply said: “By Allah, I don’t believe in any distinction or difference between myself and that sentry that is on the T-junction near the house.