He did not know for how long he had been staying like that on that place...

He did not know for how long he had been staying like that on that place, so he went to wash his face and hands. People were scattered in the streets that were near the mosque here and there, but now they were all ready to perform their prayer. After a few minutes, there was nobody there. He drank some water and washed his face. He heard the voice of the muezzin reciting: “Allaho Akbar!” That unknown voice, affected his whole body and soul amazingly.

An unknown willingness and enthusiasm took him to the first row of prayers. He wanted to be sure about that. The voice belonged to him… To Ali ibn Abi Talib. He stood in the back and gazed to his side, but he was afraid to go further. Many more thoughts and the sunlight made him tired, frustrated, so he returned near the pool, and imerged his head completely into the water. After a few minutes, without thinking any further, he walked to the main gate of the mosque.

Now, he visited the mosque of Kufa and knew that it was the best place for him to ask for his questions just among the common people. He came into the mosque. A few days later, the Jewish man began going to the mosque and frequenting these men to find a suitable moment to ask his demands from Ali (a.s.).

Each time without any appropriate result, he returned empty-handed to his hostel, because Ali (a.s.) did not come to the mosque, or he himself was not in a good mood; or he was not able to find a suitable time to offer his questions. Days and nights passed and he was bothered with depression and a fatigue of mind. That very night was very different from the previous nights. Since the beginning of the night, he felt a bizarre emotion in his heart.

A strange feeling was forming inside his being, which made him impatient. He could not eat or drink, and the bird of his thoughts had flown away and the curtain of sleep was pulled away from his eyes. He looked at the sky and stars all the night. He was waiting for the sun to rise in order to go to the mosque. Waiting was the only thing he could do! It was truly unbearable for him. At the earliest moments of the new day, he got out and began walking in the street.

A cool and smooth breeze was whispering into his ears, and touching lightly the skin of his face. He did not look at his left or right, for nobody was there. He did not know what he was doing in the street. He did not know from which direction he should go toward the mosque.