17. The Grace of Imam Husain (a.s.) upon Nizam Rashti

17. ﻋﻨﺎﯾﺖ اﻣﺎم ﺣﺴﯿﻦ ﻋﻠﯿﻪ اﻟﺴﻼم ﺑﻪ ﻧﻈﺎم رﺷﺘﯽ

ﻣﺮﺣﻮم ﺣـﺎج آﻗـﺎ ﻗـﺪرت ﻟﻄﯿﻔﯽ، ﺳـﺮﭘﺮﺳﺖ ﻫﯿـﺄت اﻣﻨﺎي ﻣﺴـﺠﺪ ﻣﻘـﺪس ﺟﻤﮑﺮان ﻧﻘﻞ ﻣﯽ ﮐﺮد ﮐﻪ در ﺗﻬﺮان واﻋﻈﯽ ﺑﻮد ﺑﻪ ﻧﺎم: »ﻧﻈﺎم رﺷﺘﯽ« ﮐﻪ ﻣﻨﺒﺮ ﺑﺴﯿﺎر ﺑﺎﺣﺎﻟﯽ داﺷﺖ، ﺑﻪ ﻫﻨﮕﺎم روﺿﻪ ﺧﻮاﻧﯽ ﺷﻮر و ﺷﻌﻒ ﻋﺠﯿﺒﯽ اﯾﺠﺎد ﻣﯽ ﮐﺮد.

از او ﭘﺮﺳﯿﺪم ﮐﻪ اﯾﻦ ﺷﻮر و ﺣﺎل را ﭼﮕﻮﻧﻪ ﺑﻪ دﺳﺖ آوردي؟

ﮔﻔﺖ: ﺑـﺎ ﮐـﺎرواﻧﯽ ﺑﻪ زﯾـﺎرت ﻋﺘﺒـﺎت ﻋﺎﻟﯿـﺎت رﻓﺘﻢ، ﺑﻪ ﻫﻨﮕـﺎم ﺑـﺎزﮔﺸﺖ ﺑﻪ اﯾﺮان، ﭘـﻮﻟﯽ ﺑﺮاي ﻫـﺪﯾﻪ و ﺳﻮﻏـﺎﺗﯽ ﻧﺪاﺷـﺘﻢ و ﻧﻤﯽ ﺧﻮاﺳـﺘﻢ از ﮐﺴـﯽ ﻗﺮض ﮐﻨﻢ. ﺑﻪ ﺣﺮم ﻣﻄﻬّﺮ ﻣﺸـﺮّف ﺷﺪم، در ﮐﻨﺎر ﺿـﺮﯾﺢ ﺑﻪ ﺣﻀـﺮت ﻋﺮض ﮐﺮدم: ﻣﻮﻻ! ﻣﻦ ﻧﻮﮐﺮ ﺷﻤﺎ ﻫﺴﺘﻢ، ﻧﻮﮐﺮ و ارﺑﺎب ﮔﻔﺘﻪ اﻧﺪ، ﻧﻮﮐﺮ ﻫﺮ وﻗﺖ ﮔﺮﻓﺘﺎر ﺷﻮد، ﺑﻪ ارﺑﺎب ﻣﺮاﺟﻌﻪ ﻣﯽ ﮐﻨﺪ.

ﺷﺐ در ﻋﺎﻟﻢ روءﯾﺎ دﯾﺪم ﮐﻪ ﺣﺒﯿﺐ ﺑﻦ ﻣﻈﺎﻫﺮ ﺑﺎ ﺟﻤﻌﯽ از ﺷـﻬﺪا در ﻣﺤﻀﺮ ﻣﻘﺪّس اﻣﺎم ﺣﺴﯿﻦ ﻋﻠﯿﻪ اﻟﺴﻼم ﻧﺸﺴﺘﻪ اﻧﺪ و ﻣﻦ ﭘﺸﺖ ﺳﺮ ﺣﺒﯿﺐ ﻗﺮار داﺷﺘﻢ.

اﻣﺎم ﺣﺴﯿﻦ ﻋﻠﯿﻪ اﻟﺴﻼم ﺑﻪ ﻣﻦ ﻓﺮﻣﻮد:

ﻧﻈﺎم ﭼﻪ ﮔﻔﺘﯽ؟

ﻣﻦ ﺳﺨﻦ ﺧﻮد را ﺗﮑﺮار ﮐﺮدم، ﻓﺮﻣﻮد:

ﺑﻠﻨﺪﺗﺮ ﺑﮕﻮ، ﻫﻤﻪ ﺑﺸﻨﻮﻧﺪ.

ﺳﭙﺲ ﻓﺮﻣﻮدﻧﺪ:

ﺗﻮ ﮐﯽ ﻧﻮﮐﺮ ﻣـﺎ ﺑﻮدي؟ ﺗﻮ ﻧﻮﮐﺮ ﭘﻮل ﻫﺴﺘﯽ، ﻓﻼـﻧﯽ ﭘﻨـﺞ رﯾـﺎل ﺑﻪ ﺗﻮ ﻣﯽ دﻫـﺪ، ﺑﺮاﯾﺶ روﺿﻪ ي ﻣﻔﺼّـ ﻞ ﻣﯽ ﺧﻮاﻧﯽ، وﻟﯽ ﺑﯽ ﺑﯽ ﻣﺮﯾﻢ ﯾﮏ رﯾﺎل ﺑﻪ ﺗﻮ ﻣﯽ دﻫﺪ، آﺧﺮ ﺷﺐ ﻣﯽ روي، ﺟﻠﺴﻪ اش را ﺳﺮﺳﺮي ﺑﺮﮔﺰار ﻣﯽ ﮐﻨﯽ!

ﺳﭙﺲ ﻓﺮﻣﻮد:

ﺣﺎﻻ ﮐﻪ ﺧﻮد را ﺑﻪ ﻣﺎ ﻣﻨﺘﺴﺐ ﮐﺮدي، ﺣﺒﯿﺐ! ﺑﺮاﯾﺶ ﺣﻮاﻟﻪ اي ﺑﻨﻮﯾﺲ.

ﺣﺒﯿﺐ ﻧﺎﻣﻪ اي ﻧﻮﺷﺖ و ﺑﻪ دﺳﺘﻢ داد.

از ﺧﻮاب ﺑﯿﺪار ﺷﺪم، دﯾﺪم ﮐﻪ ﻧﺎﻣﻪ در دﺳﺘﻢ ﻫﺴﺖ.

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ﺣﻮاﻟﻪ اي ﺑﻮد ﺑﻪ آدرس ﭘﺸﺖ ﺧﯿﻤﻪ ﮔﺎه.

ﺻﺒﺢ رﻓﺘﻢ ﺑﻪ ﭘﺸﺖ ﺧﯿﻤﻪ ﮔﺎه، ﺳـﯿّﺪي در ﮐﺴﻮت روﺣﺎﻧﯽ ﻧﺒﻮد، وﻟﯽ ﻋﻤﺎﻣﻪ ﺑﺮ ﺳﺮ داﺷﺖ، ﺑﻪ اﺳﺘﻘﺒﺎﻟﻢ آﻣﺪ و ﮔﻔﺖ: ﺣﻮاﻟﻪ ات را ﺑﺪه.

ﺣﻮاﻟﻪ را ﮔﺮﻓﺖ، ﺑﺮ دﯾـﺪﮔﺎﻧﺶ ﻧﻬـﺎد و ﻣﺮا ﺑﺎ ﺧﻮدش ﺑﻪ ﻣﻨﺰل ﺑﺮد. ﻣﻘـﺪاري اﻧﮕﻮر آورد، ﺧﻮردم، دو ﮐﯿﺴﻪ ﭘﻮل آورد، ﮐﻪ در ﻫﺮ ﯾﮑﯽ ﭘﻨﺠﺎه دﯾﻨﺎر ﻋﺮاﻗﯽ ﺑﻮد.

ﮔﻔﺖ: ﯾﮑﯽ از ﮐﯿﺴﻪ ﻫﺎ ﺣﻮاﻟﻪ ي اﻣﺎم ﺣﺴـﯿﻦ ﻋﻠﯿﻪ اﻟﺴـﻼم ﻣﯽ ﺑﺎﺷـﺪ، ﮐﯿﺴﻪ ي دﯾﮕﺮ را ﺑﻪ ﺧﺎﻃﺮ اﯾﻦ ﮐﻪ ﻣﻮرد ﻋﻨﺎﯾﺖ اﻣﺎم ﺣﺴـﯿﻦ ﻋﻠﯿﻪ اﻟﺴﻼم ﻗﺮار ﮔﺮﻓﺘﻪ اي، از ﺧﻮد اﻓﺰودم.

ﭘﻮل ﻫﺎ را ﮔﺮﻓﺘﻢ و ﺑﻪ ﻣﺴﺎﻓﺮﺧﺎﻧﻪ آﻣﺪم، ﯾﮏ ﻣﺮﺗﺒﻪ ﮔﻔﺘﻢ: ﭼﺮا ﻓﻘﻂ ﭘﻮل ﺧﻮاﺳـﺘﻢ؟ ﺑﻪ آن ﻣﺤﻞ ﺑﺮﮔﺸـﺘﻢ و ﻫﺮ ﭼﻪ ﺟﺴـﺘﺠﻮ ﮐﺮدم، آن ﻣﻨﺰل را ﭘﯿﺪا ﻧﮑﺮدم.

از آن روز ﻫﺮ وﻗﺖ ﻣﻨﺒﺮ ﻣﯽ روم ﺑﻪ ﭘﻮل ﺗﻮﺟّﻪ ﻧﻤﯽ ﮐﻨﻢ، ﺣﺘﯽ ﭘﻮﻟﯽ را ﮐﻪ ﺑﻪ ﻣﻦ ﻣﯽ دﻫﻨﺪ، ﻧﻤﯽ ﺷﻤﺎرم.

اﯾﻦ داﺳﺘﺎن در ﺣﺪود 90 ﺳﺎل ﭘﯿﺶ اﺗّﻔﺎق اﻓﺘﺎده اﺳﺖ.

17. The Grace of Imam Husain (a.s.) upon Nizam Rashti

The late Haj Aqa Qudrat Latifi, head of the trustees of the sacred Jamkaran Mosque, narrated:

*“In Tehran there was a preacher named Nizam Rashti who had a very impactful pulpit; he would stir up extraordinary excitement and spiritual fervor during his recitations of the tragedy of Karbala.

I asked him how he had attained such a state of passion and presence.

He said: ‘I once went with a caravan to visit the holy shrines. When we were returning to Iran, I had no money to buy gifts or souvenirs, and I did not want to borrow from anyone.

So I went to the sacred shrine (of Imam Husain a.s.) and, standing beside the blessed lattice, I addressed the Imam:

“Master! I am your servant. They say that a servant, when in difficulty, turns to his master. Now I have come to you.”

That night, in a dream, I saw Habib ibn Mazahir with a group of martyrs seated in the noble presence of Imam Husain (a.s.). I was standing behind Habib.

Imam Husain (a.s.) said to me:

“Nizam, what did you say?”

I repeated my words. He said:

“Say it louder, so everyone can hear.”

Then he said:

“Since when were you our servant? You are a servant of money. So-and-so gives you five riyals, and you recite a long and thorough majlis for him, but if poor Bibi Maryam gives you one riyal, at the end of the night you rush her program and finish it perfunctorily!”

Then the Imam continued:

“Now that you have attached yourself to us, Habib, write him a voucher.”

Habib wrote a note and gave it to me.

I woke up and found that note still in my hand.

It was a voucher with an address behind the tent area (of Karbala).

In the morning I went to that place. There was a man, wearing a turban though not a formal cleric, who came to greet me and said:

“Give me your voucher.”

He took it, placed it on his eyes, and led me to his house. He brought some grapes, which I ate, and then brought two pouches of money, each containing fifty Iraqi dinars.

He said:

“One of these is the voucher of Imam Husain (a.s.), the other I am adding from myself because you have been the object of Imam Husain’s attention.”

I took the money and went back to my lodging. Then suddenly I thought: ‘Why did I only ask for money?’ I returned to that address and searched for the house, but could not find it again.

Ever since that day, whenever I go to the pulpit, I never think of money, nor do I even count the money given to me.

This story took place about ninety years ago.’”