22. The Rescue of Hajj Mashallah from Certain Death through the Blessing of Imam Husain (a.s.)

22. ﻧﺠﺎت ﺣﺎج ﻣﺎﺷﺎء اﻟﻠّﻪ از ﻣﺮگ ﺣﺘﻤﯽ ﺑﺎ ﻋﻨﺎﯾﺖ اﻣﺎم ﺣﺴﯿﻦ ﻋﻠﯿﻪ اﻟﺴﻼم

از ﺳﺎل ﻫﺎ ﭘﯿﺶ داﺳﺘﺎن ﺷﻔﺎ ﯾﺎﻓﺘﻦ ﺣﺎج ﻣﺎﺷﺎء اﻟﻠّﻪ ﺧﺪا دادﭘﻮر، ﺑﻪ ﻃﺮﯾﻖ

اﻋﺠﺎزآﻣﯿﺰ و اﻋﺠﺎب اﻧﮕﯿﺰ را از دوﺳـﺘﺎن ﮐﺮﻣﺎﻧﯽ ﺷﻨﯿﺪه ﺑﻮدم ﺗﺎ در ﺳﺎل ﮔﺬﺷﺘﻪ روز ﭼﻬﺎرﺷﻨﺒﻪ 23/1/91 ﺑﺮاﺑﺮ 19 ﺟﻤﺎدي اﻻوﻟﯽ 1433 ﻗﻤﺮي ﮐﻪ ﺑﻪ ﻣﻨﺎﺳـﺒﺖ اﯾﺎم ﺷـﻬﺎدت ﺣﻀـﺮت ﻓﺎﻃﻤﻪ ﻋﻠﯿﻬﺎاﻟﺴﻼم در ﮐﺮﻣﺎن ﺑﻮدم، در ﺣﻀﻮر ﺣﺠﻪ اﻻﺳﻼم واﻟﻤﺴﻠﻤﯿﻦ آﻗﺎي ﭘﺎﮐﺰاد و ﻣﯿﺰﺑﺎن ﻣﺤﺘﺮم آﻗﺎي ﻣﻬﺪي ﺿﺮّاﺑﯽ، ﺑﻪ ﻣﻨﺰل آﻗﺎي ﺣﺎج ﻣﺎﺷﺎءاﻟﻠّﻪ رﻓﺘﯿﻢ و داﺳﺘﺎن ﺷﻔﺎﯾﺎﻓﺘﻦ او را از زﺑﺎن ﺧﻮدش ﺷﻨﯿﺪﯾﻢ.

اﯾﻦ ﺣﺎدﺛﻪ در روز ﭘﻨﺞ ﺷـﻨﺒﻪ، 1/s/1335 ﺷﻤﺴﯽ ﺑﺮاﺑﺮ 1s ﻣﺤﺮم 137s ﻗﻤﺮي، اﺗﻔـﺎق اﻓﺘـﺎده و اﯾﻨﮏ آﻗﺎي ﺣﺎج ﻣﺎﺷﺎء اﻟﻠّﻪ در 93 ﺳـﺎﻟﮕﯽ ﺑﺴـﯿﺎر ﺷـﺎداب و ﺳـﺮ ﺣـﺎل از ﻋﻨﺎﯾـﺎت ﺳﺎﻻـر ﺷـﻬﯿﺪان ﭘﺲ از ﮔـﺬﺷﺖ ﻧﺰدﯾـﮏ ﺑـﻪ ﺷـﺼﺖ ﺳـﺎل از آن ﺑﯿﻤـﺎري ﺣـﺎدّ و ﮐﻤﺮﺷﮑﻦ، زﻧﺪﮔﯽ ﺳﺮاﺳﺮ اﻣﯿﺪ و اﻓﺘﺨﺎرش را ﺳﭙﺮي ﻣﯽ ﮐﻨﺪ.

ﺣـﺎج ﻣﺎﺷﺎء اﻟﻠّﻪ ﺧـﺪادادﭘﻮر، ﻣﺸـﻬﻮر ﺑﻪ ﺣﺎج ﻣﺎﺷﺎءاﻟﻠّﻪ ﻧﺠّﺎر، ﮐﻪ ﻣﻌﺠﺰه زﻧـﺪه اﻣﺎم ﺣﺴـﯿﻦ ﻋﻠﯿﻪ اﻟﺴـﻼم اﺳﺖ، داﺳـﺘﺎن ﺧﻮد را ﺑﻪ ﺷﺮح زﯾﺮ ﺑﯿﺎن ﮐﺮد:

32 ﺳـﺎل از ﻋﻤﺮم ﻣﯽ ﮔـﺬﺷﺖ، در ﮐﺎرﮔـﺎه ﻧﺠـﺎري ﺧﻮد ﻣﺸـﻐﻮل ﮐـﺎر ﺑﻮدم ﮐﻪ اﺣﺴﺎس ﺗﻬﻮّع ﺷﺪﯾـﺪي ﺑﻪ ﻣﻦ رخ داد، ﺑﻪ ﻣﻄﺐّ آﻗـﺎي دﮐـﺘﺮ ﻣﯿﺮﺣﺴـﯿﻦ وﮐﯿﻠﯽ رﻓﺘﻢ، ﭘﺲ از ﻣﻌﺎﯾﻨـﺎت، ﻧﺎرﺳـﺎﯾﯽ و ﻣﺸـﮑﻞ ﮐﻠﯿﻪ ﺗﺸـﺨﯿﺺ داد و داروﻫـﺎﯾﯽ ﺗﺠﻮﯾﺰ ﮐﺮد و دﺳـﺘﻮر اﺳﺘﺮاﺣﺖ داد.

ﻫﺮ روز وﺿﻌﻢ ﺑﺪﺗﺮ ﻣﯽ ﺷﺪ، ﺗﻤﺎم ﺑﺪﻧﻢ ورم ﮐﺮده ﺑﻮد، ادرار دﻓﻊ ﻧﻤﯽ ﺷﺪ، از آب ﻫﻢ ﻣﻨﻊ ﺷﺪه ﺑﻮدم، ﻓﻘﻂ ﮔﺎﻫﯽ ﻟﺐ ﻫﺎﯾﻢ را ﺗﺮ ﻣﯽ ﮐﺮدﻧﺪ.

دو ﺳﺎل ﺗﻤﺎم در ﻣﻨﺰل ﺑﻪ ﭘﺸﺖ ﺧﻮاﺑﯿﺪم، ﻫﻨﮕﺎﻣﯽ ﮐﻪ ﻣﺮا ﺑﻠﻨﺪ ﮐﺮدﻧﺪ ﮐﻪ ﺑﻪ

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ﺑﯿﻤﺎرﺳـﺘﺎن ﺑﺒﺮﻧﺪ، دﯾﺪﻧﺪ ﮐﻪ ﻣﻮرﯾﺎﻧﻪ ﺗﺨﺖ و ﺗﺸﮏ و ﻗﺴـﻤﺘﯽ از ﭘﺸـﺘﻢ را ﺧﻮرده ﺑﻮد ﮐﻪ در اﺛﺮ ﺑﯽﺣﺲ ﺷﺪن ﺑﺪﻧﻢ ﻣﺘﻮﺟﻪ ﻧﺸﺪه ﺑﻮدم.

در آن اﯾـﺎم دﯾـﺎﻟﯿﺰ وﺟـﻮد ﻧـﺪاﺷﺖ، داروﻫـﺎي ﻣﺨﺘﻠﻔﯽ را روي ﻣـﻦ آزﻣـﺎﯾﺶ ﻣﯽ ﮐﺮدﻧـﺪ و ﻫﺮ روز دو ﺑـﺎر ﺑـﺪﻧﻢ را زﯾﺮ ﺑﺮق ﻣﯽ ﮔﺬاﺷﺘﻨﺪ و آب ﺑﺪﻧﻢ را ﺑﺎ ﺳﺮﻧﮓ

ﻣﯽ ﮐﺸﯿﺪﻧﺪ.

ﭘﺲ از ﯾﮏ دوره درﻣﺎن ﺷﺶ ﻣﺎﻫﻪ، ﺑﺪون ﻫﯿﭻ ﺑﻬﺒﻮدي ﻣﺮﺧﺺ ﺷﺪم.

در ﻣﻨﺰل ﻧﯿﺰ ﻫﺮ روز وﺿﻌﻢ ﺑﺪﺗﺮ ﺷﺪ ﺗﺎ ﺑﻪ وﺳﺎﻃﺖ ﭘﺰﺷﮏ ﻣﻌﺎﻟﺠﻢ ﯾﮏ ﺑﺎر دﯾﮕﺮ در ﺑﯿﻤﺎرﺳﺘﺎن ﺑﺴﺘﺮي ﺷﺪم. ﭘﺲ از ﺷﺶ ﻣﺎه ﻣﺮﺧﺺ ﺷﺪم، ﺣﺎﻟﻢ ﺑﺪﺗﺮ ﺷﺪ و ﯾﮏ ﺑﺎر دﯾﮕﺮ در ﺑﯿﻤﺎرﺳﺘﺎن ﺑﺴﺘﺮي ﺷﺪم.

روزي آﻗﺎي ﺻﻤﺼﺎم اﺳﺘﺎﻧﺪار ﮐﺮﻣﺎن از ﺑﯿﻤﺎرﺳﺘﺎن دﯾﺪار ﮐﺮد، ﺣﺎل ﺑﺴﯿﺎر وﺧﯿﻢ ﻣﺮا ﻣﺸﺎﻫﺪه ﮐﺮد، ﺑﻪ ﭘﺰﺷﮏ ﻣﻌﺎﻟﺠﻢ آﻗﺎي دﮐﺘﺮ ﻫِﺮﻣﺎن اﺑﺮاﺷﺮ ﮐﻪ اﻫﻞ آﻟﻤﺎن ﺑﻮد، ﮔﻔﺖ:

اﯾﻦ ﻣﺮﯾﺾ را ﺑﻪ ﺧﺎرج ﺑﻔﺮﺳﺘﯿـﺪ، ﮐﻞ ﻫﺰﯾﻨﻪ اش را ﻣﻦ ﻣﯽ ﭘﺮدازم. دﮐﺘﺮ ﻫﺮﻣﺎن ﮔﻔﺖ: اﯾﻦ ﻣﺮﯾﺾ در ﻫﯿﭻ ﺟﺎي دﻧﯿﺎ ﻗﺎﺑﻞ ﻣﻌﺎﻟﺠﻪ ﻧﯿﺴﺖ. آﻧﮕﺎه ﺟﻠﻮ آﻣﺪ، ﭘﻠﮏ ﻫﺎي ﭼﺸﻤﻢ را ﺑﺎﻻ زد و ﮔﻔﺖ: اﯾﻦ ﻣﺮﯾﺾ ﺑﯿﺶ از 24 ﺳﺎﻋﺖ زﻧﺪه ﻧﯿﺴﺖ، وﻟﯽ ﺳﻪ ﺗﺎ ﻓﺮزﻧﺪ دارد، اﮔﺮ ﻟﻄﻒ ﮐﻨﯿﺪ آﻧﻬﺎ را ﺑﻪ ﭘﺮورﺷﮕﺎه ﺑﺪﻫﯿﺪ.

ﭘﺲ از اﻇﻬﺎرﻧﻈﺮ دﮐﺘﺮ ﻫﺮﻣﺎن ﺧﺎﻧﻮاده ام ﻣﺮا ﺑﻪ ﻣﻨﺰل ﺑﺮدﻧﺪ ﮐﻪ ﻟﺤﻈﺎت آﺧﺮ را در ﮐﻨﺎر ﻣﻦ ﺑﺎﺷﻨﺪ.

ﺑﺮﺧﯽ از آﺷﻨﺎﯾﺎن ﺑﻪ ﻣﻦ ﺷﺮاب ﮐﻬﻨﻪ ﺗﺠﻮﯾﺰ ﻣﯽ ﮐﺮدﻧﺪ، ﮔﻔﺘﻢ: ﺑﻪ ﻓﺮﻣﻮده اﻣﺎم ﺻﺎدق ﻋﻠﯿﻪ اﻟﺴﻼم ﺧﺪاوﻧﺪ در ﺣﺮام ﺷﻔﺎ ﻗﺮار ﻧﺪاده اﺳﺖ. اﮔﺮ ﺑﻤﯿﺮم ﻟﺐ ﺑﻪ ﺷـﺮاب ﻧﻤﯽ زﻧﻢ. ﻫﻤﻪ ي دوﺳـﺘﺎن ﺑﺮاي ﻣﻦ دﻋـﺎ ﻣﯽ ﮐﺮدﻧـﺪ، ﺣﺘﯽ در ﻣﺴﺎﺟـﺪ ﻧﯿﺰ ﺑﺮاي ﺷـﻔﺎي ﻣﻦ دﻋﺎ و ﺗﻀﺮّع ﻣﯽ ﮐﺮدﻧﺪ.

ﻣﻦ از ﻫﻤﻪ ﺟﺎ ﻗﻄﻊ اﻣﯿﺪ ﮐﺮده ﺑﻮدم، وﻟﯽ ﻣﺎه ﻣﺤﺮم ﺑﻮد و ﻣﻦ ﭼﺸﻢ اﻧﺘﻈﺎر ﻋﻨﺎﯾﺖ اﻣﺎم ﺣﺴـﯿﻦ ﻋﻠﯿﻪ اﻟﺴـﻼم ﺑﻮدم. روز ﻫﺸﺘﻢ ﻣﺤﺮم ﺑﻮد، ﮐﺒﻮﺗﺮ ﺳﻔﯿﺪي ﺑﺮ ﻟﺐ ﺑﺎم ﺧﺎﻧﻪ

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ﻧﺸﺴﺖ.

ﮔﻔﺘﻢ: ﺧﺪاﯾﺎ اﮔﺮ اﯾﻦ ﮐﺒﻮﺗﺮ ﻗﺎﺻﺪ اﻣﺎم ﺣﺴﯿﻦ ﻋﻠﯿﻪ اﻟﺴﻼم اﺳﺖ، ﺑﯿﺎﯾﺪ ﺑﻪ ﮐﻨﺎر ﺗﺨﺖ ﻣﻦ، ﻧﺎﮔﺎه ﮐﺒﻮﺗﺮ آﻣﺪ و رﻓﺖ زﯾﺮ ﺗﺨﺖ ﻣﻦ.

ﺳﺎﻋﺘﯽ ﺑﻌﺪ ﻣﺎدرم آﻣﺪ، دﺳـﺘﻤﺎﻟﯽ در دﺳﺖ داﺷﺖ، ﮔﻔﺖ: ﭘﺴـﺮم اﯾﻦ دﺳـﺘﻤﺎل ﺑﻪ اﺷﮏ ﺑﺮ اﻣﺎم ﺣﺴـﯿﻦ ﻋﻠﯿﻪ اﻟﺴﻼم آﻏﺸﺘﻪ اﺳﺖ، آن را ﺑﺮ ﺳﯿﻨﻪ ام ﻣﺎﻟﯿﺪ.

ﻣﻦ ﻗـﺪرت ﺗﮑﻠّﻢ ﻧﺪاﺷـﺘﻢ، ﺑـﺎ اﺷـﺎره ﺑﻪ ﻣـﺎدرم ﻓﻬﻤﺎﻧﯿـﺪم ﮐﻪ ﻣﻦ ﻣﻬﻤﺎن دارم. او رﻓﺖ و ﺑﺮاي ﮐﺒﻮﺗﺮ آب و داﻧﻪ آورد، وﻟﯽ ﮐﺒﻮﺗﺮ ﭼﯿﺰي ﻧﺨﻮرد.

ﺷﺐ ﺷﺎﻧﺰدﻫﻢ ﻣﺤﺮم 137s) ق( ﺧﯿﻠﯽ دﻟﻢ ﺷﮑﺴﺖ و ﮔﻔﺘﻢ: ﻣﻮﻻﺟﺎن، ﻋﺎﺷﻮرا ﮔﺬﺷﺖ و ﻋﻨﺎﯾﺘﯽ ﺑﻪ ﻣﻦ ﻧﺸﺪ. ﭼﺸﻢ ﻫﺎﯾﻢ را روي ﻫﻢ ﻧﻬﺎدم، ﯾﮏ ﻣﺮﺗﺒﻪ در ﺣﺎل ﺑﯿﺪاري ﻣﮑﺎﺷﻔﻪ ﺷﺪ و دﯾﺪم:

ﺳﻘﻒ اﻃﺎق ﺷـﮑﺎﻓﺘﻪ ﺷﺪ، آﻗﺎي ﺑﺰرﮔﻮاري ﮐﻪ ﯾﮑﭙﺎرﭼﻪ ﻧﻮر ﺑﻮد، ﺗﺸـﺮﯾﻒ ﻓﺮﻣﺎ ﺷﺪ، روي ﺻـﻨﺪﻟﯽ ﭼﻮﺑﯽ ﮐﻪ در ﮐﻨﺎر ﺑﺴﺘﺮم ﺑﻮد، ﻧﺸﺴﺖ.

ﺑـﺎ ﯾـﮏ زﺣﻤﺖ ﻃـﺎﻗﺖ ﻓﺮﺳـﺎ از ﺟـﺎي ﺧﻮد ﺑﺮﺧﺎﺳـﺘﻢ، ﺑـﺎ ﯾـﮏ دﺳﺖ ﺑﺎزوي ﺣﻀـﺮت را ﮔﺮﻓﺘﻢ و ﺑﺎزوي دﯾﮕﺮم را روي ﺷﺎﻧﻪ ي ﺣﻀﺮت ﻗﺮار دادم و ﻣﮑﺮر ﻣﯽ ﮔﻔﺘﻢ: ﺑَﻪ ﺑَﻪ، ﺑﻪ ﺻﻮرت ﻋﺎﻟﻢ ﻧﮕﺎه ﮐﺮدن ﻋﺒﺎدت اﺳﺖ و اﯾﺸﺎن ﻟﺒﺨﻨﺪ ﻣﯽ زدﻧﺪ.

ﻋﺮض ﮐﺮدم: ﺷﻤﺎ ﮐﯽ ﻫﺴﺘﯿﺪ؟ ﻓﺮﻣﻮدﻧﺪ: ﺷﻤﺎ ﭼﻪ ﮐﺴﯽ را ﺻﺪا ﻣﯽ زدﯾﺪ؟ ﮔﻔﺘﻢ: ﻣﻦ آﻗﺎ اﻣﺎم ﺣﺴﯿﻦ ﻋﻠﯿﻪ اﻟﺴﻼم را. ﻓﺮﻣﻮدﻧﺪ: ﻣﻦ اﻣﺎم ﺣﺴﯿﻦ ﻋﻠﯿﻪ اﻟﺴﻼم ﻫﺴﺘﻢ، از ﻣﻦ ﭼﻪ ﻣﯽ ﺧﻮاﻫﯽ؟ ﮔﻔﺘﻢ: ﺷﻤﺎ ﻣﯽ داﻧﯿﺪ ﮐﻪ ﻣﻦ ﭼﻪ ﻣﯽ ﺧﻮاﻫﻢ.

در ﻫﻤﯿﻦ ﺣﺎل ﯾﮏ ﺑﺎر دﯾﮕﺮ ﺳﻘﻒ اﻃﺎق ﺷﮑﺎﻓﺘﻪ ﺷﺪ و دو دﺳﺖ ﻗﻄﻊ ﺷﺪه در داﺧﻞ ﺑﺸﻘﺎﺑﯽ در ﺑﺮاﺑﺮ ﺣﻀﺮت ﺣﺴﯿﻦ ﻋﻠﯿﻪ اﻟﺴﻼم ﻗﺮار ﮔﺮﻓﺖ.

ﺣﻀـﺮت ﻓﺮﻣﻮدﻧـﺪ: آﻧﭽﻪ ﻣﯽ ﺧﻮاﺳـﺘﯽ ﻣـﺎ ﺑﻪ ﺗـﻮ دادﯾﻢ. ﺳـﭙﺲ ﻓﺮﻣﻮدﻧـﺪ: ﺑﻠﻨـﺪ ﺷـﻮ ﺑﺮوﯾﻢ. ﭘﺲ دﺳﺖ ﻣﺮا ﮔﺮﻓﺘﻨـﺪ و در آن ﺣـﺎل ﻣﮑﺎﺷـﻔﻪ ﺑﻪ ﻣﺴﺠﺪ ﺧﻮاﺟﻪ ﺧﻀﺮ ﮐﺮﻣﺎن رﻓﺘﯿﻢ، ﻣﺴﺠﺪ ﭘﺮ از ﺟﻤﻌﯿﺖ ﺑﻮد، آﻧﻬﺎ ﻧﯿﺰ ﻫﻤﻪ ﻧﻮر ﺑﻮدﻧﺪ. ﭼﻮن ﺣﻀﺮت وارد ﺷﺪﻧﺪ، ﻫﻤﻪ ي آﻧﻬﺎ ﺑﻪ اﺣﺘﺮام ﺣﻀﺮت از ﺟﺎي ﺑﺮﺧﺎﺳﺘﻨﺪ.

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ﯾـﮏ ﻣﺮﺗﺒﻪ از آن ﺣـﺎل ﺑﯿﺮون آﻣـﺪم و دﯾـﺪم در اﻃـﺎق ﻫﺴـﺘﻢ، ﺑﻮي ﻋﻄﺮ و ﮔﻼـب ﻓﻀﺎ را ﭘُﺮ ﮐﺮده اﺳﺖ. ﮐﺒﻮﺗﺮ ﻧﯿﺰ از زﯾﺮ ﺗﺨﺖ ﺑﯿﺮون آﻣﺪه ﻣﯽ ﺧﻮاﻧﺪ. دﺳﺖ ﺑﻪ ﺷﮑﻤﻢ زدم، دﯾﺪم ورم رﻓﻊ ﺷﺪه، ﮐﺎﻣﻼً ﺳﺎﻟﻢ ﻫﺴﺘﻢ.

درب اﻃـﺎق از ﺑﯿﺮون ﺑﺴـﺘﻪ ﺑﻮد، در زدم ﻣـﺎدرم آﻣـﺪ، در را ﺑـﺎز ﮐﺮد و ﻣﺮا در ﺑﻐﻞ ﮔﺮﻓﺖ و ﮔﻔﺖ: اﯾﻨﺠﺎ ﭼﻪ ﺧﺒﺮ اﺳﺖ؟ اﯾﻦ ﻫﻤﻪ ﺑﻮي ﻋﻄﺮ و ﮔﻼب از ﮐﺠﺎ ﻣﯽ آﯾﺪ؟ ﮔﻔﺘﻢ: آﻗﺎ اﻣﺎم ﺣﺴﯿﻦ ﻋﻠﯿﻪ اﻟﺴﻼم ﻣﺮا ﺷﻔﺎ داد.

ﺑﻪ ﺣﯿـﺎط ﻣﻨﺰل آﻣـﺪم، ﭘﺲ از ﭼﻬـﺎر ﺳـﺎل ﺑﺮاي اوﻟﯿﻦ ﺑـﺎر اﺣﺴـﺎس ﮐﺮدم ﮐﻪ ﻣﺤﺼﻮر ﻫﺴـﺘﻢ، ﺑﻪ دﺳـﺘﺸﻮﯾﯽ رﻓﺘﻢ، ﻣﻘـﺪار زﯾﺎدي ﭼﺮك و ﺧﻮن از ﻣﻦ دﻓﻊ ﺷﺪ و ﺑﺪﻧﻢ ﮐﺎﻣﻼً راﺣﺖ ﺷﺪ.

ﺻﺒﺢ ﮐﺴﺎﻧﯽ ﮐﻪ ﺑﻪ ﻗﺼﺪ دﯾﺪار و اﺣﯿﺎﻧﺎً ﺗﺸﯿﯿﻊ ﺟﻨﺎزه ام آﻣﺪﻧﺪ، دﯾﺪﻧﺪ ﮐﻪ ﻣﻦ ﮐﺎﻣﻼً ﺳﺎﻟﻢ ﻫﺴﺘﻢ. ﻇﻬﺮ ﺑﻪ ﻣﺴﺠﺪ ﺟﺎﻣﻊ ﮐﺮﻣﺎن رﻓﺘﻢ و در ﻧﻤﺎز ﺟﻤﺎﻋﺖ ﻣﺮﺣﻮم آﯾﻪ اﻟﻠّﻪ ﺻﺎﻟﺤﯽ ﺷﺮﮐﺖ ﮐﺮدم.

ﯾﮑﯽ از اﻓﺮادي ﮐﻪ در ﮐﻨﺎر ﻣﻦ ﻧﺸﺴـﺘﻪ ﺑﻮد، ﮔﻔﺖ: اﯾﻦ ﺟﻮان ﭼﻘـﺪر ﺷﺒﯿﻪ ﺣﺎج ﻣﺎﺷﺎء اﻟﻠّﻪ ﻧﺠﺎر ﻣﯽ ﺑﺎﺷـﺪ، دﯾﮕﺮي ﮔﻔﺖ: ﺑﯿﭽﺎره ﺣﺎج ﻣﺎﺷﺎء اﻟﻠّﻪ در ﺑﺴﺘﺮ ﻣﺮگ اﺳﺖ، ﮐﺎرش ﺗﻤﺎم اﺳﺖ. ﮔﻔﺘﻢ: ﻣﻦ ﺣﺎج ﻣﺎﺷﺎء اﻟﻠّﻪ ﻫﺴـﺘﻢ، اﻣﺎم ﺣﺴـﯿﻦ ﻋﻠﯿﻪ اﻟﺴـﻼم ﻣﺮا ﺷـﻔﺎ داده اﺳﺖ. ﻣﺮدم ﺟﻤﻊ ﺷﺪﻧﺪ ﮐﻪ ﻟﺒﺎس ﻫﺎﯾﻢ را ﺗﮑﻪ ﺗﮑﻪ ﮐﻨﻨﺪ، آﯾﻪ اﻟﻠّﻪ ﺻﺎﻟﺤﯽ ﻣﺎﻧﻊ ﺷﺪ.

دﮐﺘﺮ وﮐﯿﻠﯽ ﮐﻪ ﭼﻬﺎر ﺳﺎل ﭘﺰﺷﮏ ﻣﻌﺎﻟﺞ ﻣﻦ ﺑﻮد، ﻣﻄﻠﻊ ﺷﺪ، ﻣﺮا ﺑﻪ ﺑﯿﻤﺎرﺳـﺘﺎن ﺑﺮد و آزﻣﺎﯾﺶ ﮐﺎﻣﻞ از ﻣﻦ ﮔﺮﻓﺖ، ﻫﻤﻪ ﭘﺰﺷﮑﺎن ﺗﻌﺠﺐ ﮐﺮدﻧﺪ و دﮐﺘﺮ ﻫﺮﻣﺎن ﺑﻪ دﮐﺘﺮ وﮐﯿﻠﯽ ﮔﻔﺖ: ﺑﺮاي اﯾﻦ ﻣﺮﯾﺾﭼﻪ داروﯾﯽ ﺗﺠﻮﯾﺰ ﮐﺮدي؟ ﺑﻪ ﻣﻦ ﺑﮕﻮ ﻣﻦ ﻧﯿﺰ

در ﻣﻮارد ﻣﺸﺎﺑﻪ از آن اﺳﺘﻔﺎده ﮐﻨﻢ.

دﮐﺘﺮ وﮐﯿﻠﯽ ﮐﻪ ﺳﯿّﺪ ﺑﻮد، ﮔﻔﺖ: ﻣﻦ ﺟﺪّي دارم ﺑﻪ ﻧﺎم اﻣﺎم ﺣﺴﯿﻦ ﻋﻠﯿﻪ اﻟﺴﻼم ، ﺟﺪّ ﻣﻦ او را ﺷﻔﺎ داده اﺳﺖ. دﮐﺘﺮﻫﺎ و ﭘﺮﺳﺘﺎرﻫﺎ ﮐﻪ دو دوره ﺷﺶ ﻣﺎﻫﻪ در آن ﺑﯿﻤﺎرﺳﺘﺎن وﺿﻊ ﻣﺮا دﯾﺪه ﺑﻮدﻧﺪ، ﺷﺮوع ﺑﻪ ﮔﺮﯾﻪ ﮐﺮدﻧﺪ.

ص:۵۳

دﮐﺘﺮ ﻫﺮﻣﺎن ﭘﺲ از دﯾﺪن ﺟﻮاب آزﻣﺎﯾﺶ ﻫﺎ ﮔﻔﺖ: اﯾﻦ آﻗﺎ از ﯾﮏ ﻧﻮزاد ﺗﺎزه ﺗﻮﻟّﺪ ﯾﺎﻓﺘﻪ ﺳﺎﻟﻢ ﺗﺮ اﺳﺖ.

ﯾﮏ ﺳﺎل ﺑﻌﺪ، ﺷﺐ ﺗﺎﺳﻮﻋﺎ اﻣﺎم ﺣﺴـﯿﻦ ﻋﻠﯿﻪ اﻟﺴﻼم را در ﺧﻮاب دﯾﺪه، دﺳﺘﻮر روﺿﻪ ﺧﻮاﻧﯽ دادﻧﺪ، اﯾﻨﮏ ﺑﯿﺶ از ﻧﯿﻢ ﻗﺮن اﺳﺖ ﮐﻪ در ﻣﻨﺰل آﻗﺎي ﺣﺎج ﻣﺎﺷﺎء اﻟﻠّﻪ ﮐﻪ ﺑﻪ ﻋﺰاﺧﺎﻧﻪ و ﺷـﻔﺎﺧﺎﻧﻪ ﺷﻬﺮت ﯾﺎﻓﺘﻪ، ﻣﺠﻠﺲ ﻋﺰا ﺑﺮﭘﺎ ﻣﯽ ﺑﺎﺷﺪ، اﻓﺮاد زﯾﺎدي در اﯾﻦ ﺷﻔﺎﺧﺎﻧﻪ ﺷﻔﺎ ﯾﺎﻓﺘﻪ اﻧﺪ، ﯾﮏ ﺟﻮان زرﺗﺸﺘﯽ ﺷـﻔﺎ ﮔﺮﻓﺘﻪ، ﭼﻨﺪﯾﻦ ﺑﺎﻧﻮ ﮐﻪ ﺳﺎل ﻫﺎ ﺑﭽﻪ دار ﻧﻤﯽ ﺷﺪﻧﺪ، در اﯾﻦ ﻋﺰاﺧﺎﻧﻪ ﻣﺘﻮﺳﻞ ﺷﺪه، ﺑﭽﻪ دار ﺷـﺪه اﻧـﺪ. اﻃـﺎﻗﯽ ﮐﻪ آﻗـﺎي ﺣـﺎج ﻣﺎﺷـﺎء اﻟﻠّﻪ در آن ﺷـﻔﺎ ﮔﺮﻓﺘﻪ، ﺑﻪ ﺣﺎل ﺧﻮد ﺑﺎﻗﯽ اﺳﺖ آن ﺻـﻨﺪﻟﯽ ﭼﻮﺑﯽ ﮐﻪ اﻣﺎم ﺣﺴـﯿﻦ ﻋﻠﯿﻪ اﻟﺴﻼم روي آن ﻧﺸﺴﺘﻪ، در ﻫﻤﺎن ﻧﻘﻄﻪ از اﻃﺎق ﻗﺮار دارد.

داﺳﺘﺎن ﺷﻔﺎ ﮔﺮﻓﺘﻦ اﯾﺸﺎن را ﻫﻤﻪ ي اﻫﻞ ﮐﺮﻣﺎن ﻣﯽ داﻧﻨﺪ، دوﺳﺖ داﻧﺸﻤﻨﺪم آﻗﺎي ﻗﺎﺿﯽ زاده ﻣﺸﺮوح ﺷﻔﺎ ﮔﺮﻓﺘﻨﺶ را در ﮐﺘﺎﺑﯽ ﺑﻪ ﻧـﺎم: »ﮐﻠﯿـﺪ ﺳـﻌﺎدت« از زﺑـﺎن ﺧﻮدش ﻧﻘﻞ ﮐﺮده، اﺷـﻌﺎر ﺷﺎﻋﺮ ﻣﺘﻌﻬّـﺪ آﻗﺎي ﺳﺎزﮔﺎر را در اﯾﻦ راﺑﻄﻪ ﻧﻘﻞ ﮐﺮده، ﺳـﭙﺲ اﺷـﻌﺎر ﻏﻼﻣﺮﺿﺎ ﮐﭙﺘﺎن دﯾﻠﻤﯽ ﻣﺘﺨﻠّﺺ ﺑﻪ »ﻃﻮﻓﺎن« را آورده ﮐﻪ داﺳﺘﺎن آﻗﺎي ﺧﺪادادﭘﻮر را در 180 ﺑﯿﺖ ﺑﻪ ﻧﻈﻢ ﮐﺸﯿﺪه اﺳﺖ.

در ﭘﺎﯾﺎن، دﺳـﺘﺨﻂ آﯾﻪ اﻟﻠّﻪ ﺷـﯿﺦ ﻋﺒﺎس ﺷـﯿﺦ اﻟﺮﺋﯿﺲ را آورده ﮐﻪ در ﺳﺎل 1335 ﺷﻤﺴـﯽ در ﻣﻨﺰل آﻗـﺎي دﮐﺘﺮ ﻋﻠﯽ اﮐﺒﺮ وﮐﯿﻠﯽ ﯾﮏ دﻫﻪ ﻣﻨﺒﺮ ﻣﯽ رﻓﺘﻪ، ﺷﺒﯽ آﻗﺎي ﺣﺎج ﻣﺎﺷﺎء اﻟﻠّﻪ را ﺑﺮاي ﺷﻔﺎ آورده ﺑﻮدﻧﺪ، ﻣﺸﺎﻫﺪه ﮐﺮده و دﮐﺘﺮ وﮐﯿﻠﯽ ﺑﻪ اﯾﺸﺎن ﮔﻔﺘﻪ: اﯾﻦ

آﻗـﺎ ﻣﺎﺷـﺎء اﻟﻠّﻪ ﺧـﺪادادﭘﻮر اﺳﺖ ﮐﻪ ﮐﻠﯿﻪ ﻫـﺎﯾﺶ از ﮐـﺎر اﻓﺘـﺎده و در آﺳـﺘﺎﻧﻪ ي ﻣﺮگ ﺣﺘﻤﯽ اﺳﺖ، ﺑﻌـﺪﻫﺎ ﮐﻪ ﺷـﻔﺎ ﯾـﺎﻓﺘﻪ اش را ﻣﺸﺎﻫﺪه ﮐﺮده، ﺑﺮاﯾﺶ ﺑﺎورﻧﺎﮐﺮدﻧﯽ ﺑﻮد.

ﺣﺎج ﻣﺎﺷﺎءاﻟﻠّﻪ ﺗﺎﮐﻨﻮن ﺑﯿﺶ از ﯾﮑﺼﺪ ﻣﻨﺒﺮ ﺳﺎﺧﺘﻪ، ﺑﻪ ﺷـﻬﺮﻫﺎي ﻣﺨﺘﻠﻒ در داﺧﻞ و ﺧﺎرج ﻓﺮﺳﺘﺎده ﮐﻪ در ﻣﺴﺎﺟﺪ و ﺗﮑﺎﯾﺎ ﺑﺮ ﻓﺮاز آن روﺿﻪ ي ﺣﻀﺮت ﺳﯿﺪاﻟﺸﻬﺪاء ﻋﻠﯿﻪ اﻟﺴﻼم ﺧﻮاﻧﺪه ﺷﻮد.

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22. The Rescue of Hajj Mashallah from Certain Death through the Blessing of Imam Husain (a.s.)

For years I had heard from Kermani friends about the miraculous and amazing healing of Hajj Mashallah Khodadadpour. Last year, on Wednesday 23/1/1391 SH (corresponding to 19 Jumada al-Awwal 1433 AH), during the days commemorating the martyrdom of Lady Fatimah (peace be upon her) in Kerman, I went with Hujjat al-Islam wal-Muslimeen Aqa Pakzad and the respected host Aqa Mehdi Zarrabi to the home of Hajj Mashallah and heard the story of his healing directly from his own lips.

This incident had happened on Thursday, 1/6/1335 SH (corresponding to 1 Muharram 1376 AH). Now, at age 93, Hajj Mashallah is in excellent health, living a life of hope and pride thanks to the blessings of the Master of Martyrs, after nearly 60 years since that severe and crushing illness.

Hajj Mashallah Khodadadpour, known as Hajj Mashallah Najjar, who is considered a living miracle of Imam Husain (a.s.), related his story as follows:

*“I was 32 years old, working in my carpentry workshop, when I was suddenly struck by a severe nausea. I went to Dr. Mirhossein Vakili, who after examination diagnosed kidney failure and other kidney issues. He prescribed medication and ordered me to rest. Every day my condition worsened. My whole body became swollen. I could not urinate, I was even forbidden from drinking water, and sometimes they only moistened my lips.

I lay flat at home for two whole years. When they finally lifted me to take me to the hospital, they saw that termites had eaten into the mattress and parts of my back, because my body had gone so numb I hadn’t even felt it.

At that time there was no dialysis. They tested various drugs on me, and every day they would put me under electric current twice, and would remove the body’s water with a syringe.

After a six-month course of treatment with no improvement, they discharged me. At home, my condition worsened by the day until, by my doctor’s mediation, I was hospitalized again. After another six months, I was discharged, but my state declined further and I was hospitalized yet again.

One day, the Kerman governor Mr. Samsam visited the hospital and, seeing my very critical condition, told my attending physician Dr. Herman Abrasher, who was German:

‘Send this patient abroad, I will cover all the expenses.’

Dr. Herman replied:

‘This patient cannot be treated anywhere in the world.’

Then he came forward, lifted my eyelids, and said:

‘This patient will not live more than 24 hours, but since he has three children, please send them to an orphanage if you can.’

After Dr. Herman’s statement, my family took me home so that they could spend my final moments beside me.

Some acquaintances suggested giving me old wine as a remedy. I said:

‘According to Imam Sadiq (a.s.), God has placed no cure in what is forbidden. If I must die, I will not touch wine.’

All my friends prayed for me, even in mosques people were praying and pleading to God for my healing.

I had completely lost hope from every direction, but it was the month of Muharram, and I was waiting with longing for the blessing of Imam Husain (a.s.).

On the eighth of Muharram, a white dove came and sat on the edge of our roof”*

I said: “O God, if this pigeon is a messenger from Imam Husain (a.s.), let it come near my bed.” Suddenly the pigeon came and went under my bed.

An hour later my mother arrived, holding a handkerchief in her hand. She said: “My son, this handkerchief is soaked with the tears shed for Imam Husain (a.s.),” and she wiped my chest with it.

I could not speak, so I gestured to my mother to show her that I had a guest. She went away and brought water and grain for the pigeon, but the pigeon did not eat anything.

On the night of the 16th of Muharram 1376 AH, I was deeply heartbroken and said: “My master, Ashura has passed and I have received no attention.” I closed my eyes, and suddenly in a waking vision I saw:

The ceiling of the room split open, and a grand personality, entirely radiant with light, appeared. He came down and sat on a wooden chair next to my bed.

With great difficulty, I managed to rise from where I lay, took hold of his arm with one hand, and placed my other hand on his shoulder, repeatedly saying: “How wonderful, gazing upon your face is an act of worship,” and he smiled at me.

I asked him: “Who are you?” He replied: “Who have you been calling upon?” I said: “I have been calling upon Imam Husain (a.s.).” He said: “I am Imam Husain (a.s.). What do you wish from me?”

I said: “You know what I wish.”

At that moment the ceiling of the room split open again, and two severed hands were brought on a dish in front of Imam Husain (a.s.).

He said: “What you wanted, we have given you.” Then he said: “Stand up, let’s go.”

He took my hand, and in that vision, we went to Khwaja Khizr Mosque in Kerman. The mosque was full of people, all of them luminous. When the Imam entered, everyone stood up out of respect for him.

Suddenly I came out of that state and found myself back in my room. The air was filled with the scent of perfume and rosewater. The pigeon also came out from under the bed, cooing.

I touched my stomach and saw that the swelling had gone, and I was completely healthy.

The door to my room had been shut from the outside. I knocked, my mother came, opened the door, hugged me and said: “What is going on here? Where is this fragrance of perfume and rosewater coming from?”

I replied: “Imam Husain (a.s.) has healed me.”

I went out into the courtyard of the house and, for the first time in four years, felt that I was free. I went to the bathroom and passed a large amount of pus and blood, after which my body was completely at ease.

In the morning, those who had come to visit me — and perhaps to participate in my funeral — saw that I was completely healthy. At noon I went to Kerman’s Jame Mosque and joined the congregational prayer led by the late Ayatollah Salehi.

One of the people sitting next to me said: “This young man looks just like Hajj Mashallah Najjar.” Another said: “Poor Hajj Mashallah is dying on his deathbed.”

I said: “I am Hajj Mashallah; Imam Husain (a.s.) has healed me.”

People gathered around, wanting to tear pieces from my clothes for blessings, but Ayatollah Salehi prevented them.

Dr. Vakili, who had treated me for four years, heard the news and took me to the hospital for a complete check-up. All the doctors were astonished, and Dr. Herman told Dr. Vakili:

“What medicine did you prescribe for this patient? Tell me so I can use it in similar cases.”

Dr. Vakili, who was a Seyed, said: “I have an ancestor named Imam Husain (a.s.), and it was my ancestor who healed him.”

The doctors and nurses, who had seen my condition during two six-month hospitalizations, began to cry.

Dr. Herman, after reviewing my test results, said: “This gentleman is healthier than a newborn child.”

One year later, on the night of Tasua, he saw Imam Husain (a.s.) in a dream, who instructed him to organize a mourning gathering. From then until now, for more than half a century, a mourning assembly has been held at Hajj Mashallah’s house, which has become famous as both a mourning house and a house of healing. Many people have received healing there: a young Zoroastrian regained health, several women who had been childless for years had children after seeking intercession there.

The room in which Hajj Mashallah was healed remains unchanged, and the wooden chair on which Imam Husain (a.s.) sat is still in the same spot.

Everyone in Kerman knows the story of his healing. My scholarly friend, Mr. Qazizadeh, has recorded a detailed account of his cure in a book called Key to Happiness, narrating it from Hajj Mashallah himself. He has also quoted poems of the committed poet Mr. Sazgar, and then verses by Gholamreza Captain Dilami, known by the pen name “Toofan,” who turned Hajj Mashallah’s story into 180 verses of poetry.

At the end, the handwritten note of Ayatollah Sheikh Abbas Sheikh al-Raees is cited. In 1335 SH, while speaking for ten nights at the home of Dr. Ali Akbar Vakili, he personally witnessed Hajj Mashallah being brought there for healing. Dr. Vakili had told him:

“This is Mr. Mashallah Khodadadpour whose kidneys have failed and is on the verge of certain death.”

Later, when they saw him cured, it was simply unbelievable.

Since then, Hajj Mashallah has made more than one hundred pulpits (minbars), sending them to various cities inside and outside Iran, so that the remembrance of Imam Sayyid al-Shuhada (a.s.) may be recited from them.