It was Tuesday and we had gone to a friend's house...

It was Tuesday and we had gone to a friend's house, which was situated near a graveyard in Isfahan. We were told that he (my friend) was not present in his house. As we were somewhat tired we turned towards the graveyard with a view to take some rest and also to visit the graves of the faithful. There we sat down at a spot. One of our companions, pointing his finger towards a nearby grave, said jokingly, “O resident of the grave! These are holidays.

Will you not host us?” We heard a voice from that grave, “On next Tuesday you will be my guests here.” All of us became spellbound and also…