116. The Healing of a Cancer Patient Through Tawassul to Hazrat ʿAlī Aṣghar (a.s.)

116. ﺷﻔﺎي ﺑﯿﻤﺎر ﺳﺮﻃﺎﻧﯽ ﺑﺎ ﺗﻮﺳّﻞ ﺑﻪ ﺣﻀﺮت ﻋﻠﯽ اﺻﻐﺮ ﻋﻠﯿﻪ اﻟﺴﻼم

در ﺣﺪود ﭼﻬﻞ ﺳﺎل ﭘﯿﺶ روزي ﯾﮏ ﻧﻔﺮ ﻣﺴﯿﺤﯽ ﺑﻪ ﺧﺪﻣﺖ ﯾﮑﯽ از ﻣﺮاﺟﻊ

ﺑﺰرگ ﺗﻘﻠﯿﺪ آﻣﺪ و ﮔﻔﺖ: ﻣﻦ آﻣﺪه ام ﮐﻪ در ﻣﺤﻀﺮ ﺷﻤﺎ ﺑﻪ اﺳﻼم و ﺗﺸﯿّﻊ ﻣﺸﺮّف ﺷﻮم. اﯾﺸﺎن ﭘﺮﺳﯿﺪ: ﭼﻪ ﻋﺎﻣﻠﯽ ﺳﺒﺐ ﺷﺪه ﮐﻪ ﺷﻤﺎ ﺗﺼﻤﯿﻢ ﮔﺮﻓﺘﻪ اﯾﺪ ﻣﺴﻠﻤﺎن ﺑﺸﻮﯾﺪ؟

در ﭘﺎﺳﺦ ﮔﻔﺖ: ﻣﻦ ﻣﺪّﺗﯽ ﺑﻮد ﺑﻪ ﺳﺮﻃﺎن ﻣِﺮي ﻣﺒﺘﻼ ﺑﻮدم، ﺗﺎ ﺟﺎﯾﯽ ﮐﻪ ﯾﮏ ﻗﻄﺮه آب ﺑﻪ راﺣﺘﯽ از ﮔﻠﻮﯾﻢ ﭘﺎﯾﯿﻦ ﻧﻤﯽ رﻓﺖ.

دﮐﺘﺮي ﮐﻪ در ﺗﻬﺮان ﺑﻪ اﯾﺸﺎن ﻣﺮاﺟﻌﻪ ﻣﯽ ﮐﺮدم ﺑﻪ ﻣﻦ ﮔﻔﺖ: ﻣﻨﺰل ﺷـﻤﺎ در ﺟﻨﻮب ﺗﻬﺮان اﺳﺖ، ﺷـﻤﺎ ﺑﺎﯾﺪ ﺑﻪ ﺷﻤﺎل ﺗﻬﺮان ﺑﺮوﯾﺪ ﺗﺎ ﻫﻮا رﻗﯿﻖ ﺗﺮ ﺑﺎﺷﺪ و ﻣﻘﺪاري راﺣﺖ ﺗﺮ ﻧﻔﺲ ﺑﮑﺸﯿﺪ.

ﻣﻦ ﺧﺎﻧﻪ ام را اﺟﺎره داده و در ﺑﺎﻻي ﺷﻬﺮ آﭘﺎرﺗﻤﺎﻧﯽ را اﺟﺎره ﮐﺮدم.

روزي ﯾﮑﯽ از ﻫﻤﺴﺎﯾﮕﺎن ﮐﻪ ﻧﻤﯽ داﻧﺴﺖ ﻣﻦ ﻣﺴـﯿﺤﯽ ﻫﺴـﺘﻢ، در زد و ﮔﻔﺖ: ﻫﻤﺴﺎﯾﻪ! ﻣﺎ اﻣﺮوز روﺿﻪ دارﯾﻢ، ﺗﺸـﺮﯾﻒ ﺑﯿﺎورﯾﺪ در ﺧﺪﻣﺖ ﺷﻤﺎ ﺑﺎﺷﯿﻢ.

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ﻣﻦ ﺑﺮاي اﯾﻨﮑﻪ ﺑﺎ ﻫﻤﺴﺎﯾﻪ ﻫﺎ آﺷـﻨﺎ ﺑﺸﻮم، در ﺳﺎﻋﺖ ﻣﻌﯿّﻦ ﺑﻪ واﺣﺪ اﯾﺸﺎن رﻓﺘﻢ، ﻣﻨﺒﺮي آﻣﺪ و ﻣﻘﺪاري ﺻـﺤﺒﺖ ﮐﺮد و ﺑﻪ ﺣﻀﺮت ﻋﻠﯽ اﺻـﻐﺮ ﺗﻮﺳّـﻞ ﮐﺮد و ﮔﻔﺖ: ﺧﯿـﺎل ﻧﮑﻨﯿـﺪ ﮐﻪ ﺣﻀـﺮت ﻋﻠﯽ اﺻـﻐﺮ ﮐﻮدك اﺳﺖ و ﮐـﺎري از او ﺑﺮﻧﻤﯽ آﯾـﺪ، او ﺑـﺎ اﻧﮕﺸـﺘﺎن ﮐﻮﭼﮑﺶ ﮔﺮه ﻫﺎي ﺑﺰرﮔﯽ را ﻣﯽ ﮔﺸﺎﯾﺪ.

ﻣﻦ ﻫﻤﺎﻧﺠﺎ ﻧﺬر ﮐﺮدم ﮐﻪ اﮔﺮ اﯾﻦ آﻗﺎزاده ﻣﺮا ﺷﻔﺎ دﻫﺪ، ﻣﻦ ﺑﻪ ﺷﺮف اﺳﻼم ﻣﺸﺮّف ﺷﻮم.

روﺿﻪ ﺗﻤـﺎم ﺷـﺪ، ﭼـﺎي آوردﻧـﺪ، ﻣﻦ ﺑﺮﻧﺪاﺷـﺘﻢ، ﺻﺎﺣﺐ ﺧﺎﻧﻪ اﺻـﺮار ﮐﺮد، ﮔﻔﺘﻢ: ﻣﻦ ﻣﺮﯾﺾ ﻫﺴـﺘﻢ، ﻧﻤﯽ ﺗﻮاﻧﻢ. ﮔﻔﺖ: ﺑﻪ ﻧﯿّﺖ اﺳﺘﺸﻔﺎء ﺑﺨﻮرﯾﺪ.

ﻣﻦ ﭼﺎي را ﺑﺮداﺷﺘﻢ، ﺑﻪ ﻟﺒﻢ ﻧﺰدﯾﮏ ﮐﺮدم ﮐﻪ ﻟﺐ ﺗﺮ ﮐﻨﻢ، اﺣﺴﺎس ﮐﺮدم ﮐﻪ ﻣﯽ ﺗﻮاﻧﻢ ﺑﺨﻮرم، آرام آرام ﺧﻮردم و اﺳﺘﮑﺎن ﺗﻤﺎم ﺷﺪ. ﺑﻪ ﮐﺴﯽ ﭼﯿﺰي ﻧﮕﻔﺘﻢ. ﺑﻪ ﻣﻨﺰل رﻓﺘﻢ ﮐﻪ در ﻃﺒﻘﻪ ي دﯾﮕﺮ ﻫﻤﺎن آﭘﺎرﺗﻤﺎن ﻗﺮار داﺷﺖ، ﮐﺴﯽ در ﻣﻨﺰل ﻧﺒﻮد، ﺑﻪ

ﺳﺮاغ ﯾﺨﭽـﺎل رﻓﺘﻢ، ﻫﺮ ﭼﻪ ﻣﺎﯾﻌـﺎت در ﯾﺨﭽـﺎل ﺑﻮد، ﺧﻮردم. ﭼﻨـﺪﯾﻦ ﻣـﺎه ﺑﻮد ﮐﻪ ﯾـﮏ ﻗﻄﺮه آب ﺑﻪ راﺣﺘﯽ از ﮔﻠﻮﯾﻢ ﭘﺎﯾﯿﻦ ﻧﻤﯽ رﻓﺖ.

ﭘﺮوﻧﺪه ﭘﺰﺷﮑﯽ ام را ﺑﺮداﺷﺘﻢ و ﺑﻪ ﺳﺮاغ دﮐﺘﺮ رﻓﺘﻢ. دﮐﺘﺮ ﺗﺎ ﻣﺮا دﯾﺪ، ﮔﻔﺖ: ﻓﻼﻧﯽ، ﺷﻤﺎ ﻫﯿﭻ داروي دﯾﮕﺮي ﻧﺪاري، ﻫﻤﺎن ﻧﺴﺨﻪ ات را اﺳﺘﻔﺎده ﮐﻦ.

ﮔﻔﺘﻢ: آﻣـﺪم ﮐﻪ ﯾﮏ ﺑﺎر دﯾﮕﺮ ﻣﺮا ﻣﻌﺎﯾﻨﻪ ﮐﻨﯽ، ﮔﻔﺖ: ﻫﯿـﭻ ﻓﺎﯾـﺪه اي ﻧﺪارد. ﮔﻔﺘﻢ: ﺑﺮاي ﺷـﻤﺎ ﮐﻪ ﻓﺎﯾﺪه دارد، ﺷـﻤﺎ ﭘﻮل وﯾﺰﯾﺖ درﯾﺎﻓﺖ ﻣﯽ ﮐﻨﯿﺪ.

وﻗﺘﯽ ﺑﻪ ﮔﻠﻮﯾﻢ ﻧﮕﺎه ﮐﺮد، ﭘﺮﺳﯿﺪ: آﻣﺮﯾﮑﺎ رﻓﺘﻪ ﺑﻮدي؟ ﮔﻔﺘﻢ: ﻧﻪ، اﻧﮕﻠﺴﺘﺎن رﻓﺘﻪ ﺑﻮدي: ﮔﻔﺘﻢ: ﻧﻪ. ﮔﻔﺖ: ﭘﺲ ﮐﺠﺎ رﻓﺘﯽ، ﭼﻪ ﮐﺴﯽ ﺗﻮ را ﻣﻌﺎﻟﺠﻪ ﮐﺮد؟ ﮔﻔﺘﻢ: ﻫﯿﭻ ﮐﺲ.

ﮔﻔﺖ: ﻻﺑﺪ ﺣﻀﺮت ﻣﺴﯿﺢ ﺑﻪ ﺳﺮاﻏﺖ آﻣﺪه اﺳﺖ!

ﮔﻔﺘﻢ: ﺑﺰرگ ﺗﺮ از ﺣﻀﺮت ﻣﺴﯿﺢ، ﮔﻔﺖ: ﭼﻪ ﮐﺴﯽ؟ ﮔﻔﺘﻢ: ﺣﻀﺮت ﻋﻠﯽ اﺻﻐﺮ، ﻧﻮر ﭼﺸﻢ ﺣﻀﺮت ﺳﯿﺪاﻟﺸﻬﺪاء ﻋﻠﯿﻪ اﻟﺴﻼم .

ﺻـﺪﯾﻖ ارﺟﻤﻨﺪم ﺣﺠﻪ اﻟﺴـﻼم واﻟﻤﺴـﻠﻤﯿﻦ آﻗﺎي ﻣﯿﺮزا ﻏﻼﻣﺤﺴـﯿﻦ ﻧﻮري در آن ﻣﺠﻠﺲ ﺣﻀﻮر داﺷﺖ و اﯾﻦ داﺳـﺘﺎن را از اﯾﺸﺎن ﺑﺮاي اﯾﻨﺠﺎﻧﺐ ﻧﻘﻞ ﮐﺮد.

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116. The Healing of a Cancer Patient Through Tawassul to Hazrat ʿAlī Aṣghar (a.s.)

Around forty years ago, a Christian man came to one of the great Marājiʿ and said, “I have come to accept Islam and Shīʿism.” The Marjaʿ asked, “What caused you to decide to become a Muslim?”

He replied, “I had been suffering from esophageal cancer for a long time, to the extent that not even a single drop of water could pass through my throat easily. The doctor I was seeing in Tehran said, ‘Your house is in the south of Tehran; you should move to the north where the air is lighter, so you can breathe a bit easier.’ I rented out my house and took an apartment in the northern part of the city.

One day, a neighbor who didn’t know I was Christian knocked and said, ‘Neighbor! Today we have a majlis (mourning gathering). Please come, we would be honored.’

To become familiar with the neighbors, I went to their apartment at the designated time. A speaker came, gave a brief talk, and then did tawassul to Hazrat ʿAlī Aṣghar (ʿa), saying: ‘Don’t think that Hazrat ʿAlī Aṣghar is a mere child and cannot help — with his small fingers, he can untie the greatest knots.’

Right there, I made a vow: if this noble child heals me, I will accept Islam.

The majlis ended, and they brought tea. I didn’t take it, but the host insisted. I said, ‘I am sick and cannot.’ He said, ‘Drink it with the intention of healing.’ I picked up the tea, brought it to my lips just to moisten them — and suddenly I felt I could drink! Slowly I drank it all. I didn’t say anything to anyone. I returned to my apartment upstairs — no one was home. I went to the fridge and drank all the liquids I could find. It had been months since even a drop could go down my throat.

I took my medical file and went to the doctor. As soon as he saw me, he said: ‘You don’t need any new medicine. Just continue with your current prescription.’ I said, ‘I’ve come to be re-examined.’ He said, ‘It’s of no use.’ I replied, ‘It will be of benefit to you — you’ll get your consultation fee.’

When he looked at my throat, he asked, ‘Did you go to America?’ I said, ‘No.’ ‘Did you go to England?’ I said, ‘No.’ He said, ‘Then where did you go? Who treated you?’ I replied, ‘No one.’

He said, ‘Then perhaps Hazrat Masīḥ (Jesus) came to your aid!’ I said, ‘Someone greater than Hazrat Masīḥ.’ He asked, ‘Who?’ I said, ‘Hazrat ʿAlī Aṣghar, the beloved of Hazrat Sayyid al-Shuhadāʾ (a.s.).’

My dear friend Ḥujjat al-Islām wal-Muslimīn Āqā Mīrzā Ghulām Husain Nūrī was present in that gathering and narrated this story to me directly.

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