He had come back for a furlough after the operation. There was a scar of a projectile on his arm that was getting better. It was a wonder if he had been wounded in the operation, his scar couldn’t have been healed than it is now.
He had come back for a furlough after the operation.
There was a scar of a projectile on his arm that was getting better. It
was a wonder if he had been wounded in the operation, his scar couldn’t
have been healed than it is now. So I asked him about that curiously.
was stricken before the operation.” He answered. "I was hospitalized in
Yazd. The radiograph showed a projectile stuck in the bone. Yet I
wasn’t worried about my pain. The military operation was going to start
and the doctor had prescribed to operate me in the hospital. I didn't
have enough time to convey myself to the front. I determinedly asked the
doctor to dismiss me but he rejected and ordered the nurses to make me
ready for the operation. Hence I had to forget to go to the front. I was
feeling like a bird in the cage. I was extremely upset and heartbroken.
I began to pray and invoked to Ahl-ul-bait (the infallible descendant
of the Holy Prophet).
I went to sleep while I was crying. I don’t
know whether I was asleep or awake. I saw the celestial figure of Abu
al-Fadhl, Al-Abbas, the son of Imam Ali, in my dream that had come to
visit me. He reached out his hand to my arm and I felt that he pulled
something out of it. Then he ordered me to stand up. I told that my hand
was wounded and the operation has been prescribed for my problem. "No,
you are cured.” He said.
After he went away I woke up suddenly
touching my arm. I felt no pain! I became sure that I had recovered. I
immediately jumped down from the bed. I went to take my cloths gladly.
They refused to give them back to me and told that I had to be operated.
"I have to go to the military zone on my own responsibility. The
operation isn’t necessary.” I replied. But the doctor persisted to
suspend me. I had no alternative but to tell him the truth. He didn’t
believe me and said that he wouldn’t let me go unless he takes another
radiograph of my arm. I accepted in case of keeping the story secret
between us. He agreed and sent me to the radiographer. The result was
what I had expected. There was no projectile in my arm…”
(It was a memento of martyr Abdulhossein Borunsi
, the commander of 18 Javad ul-Aemmah brigade adopted from the book ‘The Soft Soils of Kushk
Adopted and Translated By: Mohammad Hossein Rahmanian