A strange deer

You were born in half of Sha’aban (Birthday of the 12th Imam-An Arabic month). We called you “Mahdi”?. You were beautiful. Everyone who saw you kissed you and said:”? he is lovely.”? Both your crying and laughing were nice. You were familiar with everyone who took you in their arms. I couldn’t bear your absence. You know that I love you. You were a newborn when we had traveled to Mashhad. It was a bizarre journey. I suffered for your sake. You became ill, very ill. We took you to two or three doctors. But our efforts were useless. We were strangers and alone in a strange city. Your health became worse the second day. You could hardly cry or open your eye lids. Sometimes you were looking around but soon closed you eyes. Your father became very disappointed and worried. I also was worried and unhappy. One day your father entered the shrine (a holy tomb). I was alone with you. You were sick in the corner of the room. I had not heard you crying for two days. I was heavy-hearted for the way you looked. Before noon, I could hear Azan from the shrine (HARAM). I kneeled down beside you and was weeping, your father just returned. He stayed at your side and was talking to you.
-I said Imam Reza:”? I ask you to cure my Mahdi.”?
Your father was weeping more but you were sleeping. I had set a table but neither your father nor I had any appetite. We were choked-up with tears and couldn’t eat. It was a strange day; food, tears and weeping.
I took the road to the shrine and asked Imam Reza to cure my son and said to him that my son would be your slave, he is the host and we are the guests.
He cried while he was speaking. To sympathize with him, I said:”? don’t weep, Imam knows what he does”? I was not finished yet when; suddenly you moved your head. My morsel fell from my hand. You opened your eyes completely. Stared at me, Stared at your father then started to cry. Your father kissed you. Unbelievably he stood near the window. Looked at the shrine (HARAM) and shouted:”? alien among all strangers!”? (YA GHARIB AL GHORABA!)
It was summer; a few months had passed since our visit to Mashhad. You were a two years old child. We were eating watermelon. You were eating nicely. Suddenly started to cough, what was coughing? Immediately I took you in my arms. I hit your back, but you were coughing more and more. Your face became dark blue. I was startled. You couldn’t breathe. While I was weeping, I embraced you and shouted: “YA IMAM REZA!”?
I ran out of the house. Your father was coming home. He saw me running.
-My son is dieing. He can’t breathe.
When he looked at you, he said;
-"Is there any happening to Imam Reza’s deer?"
-He died. He couldn’t breathe.
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Again, he looked at your dark blue face, kissed you and said:
-It doesn’t matter.
-We take him to the doctor.
-Don’t worry. His doctor is Imam Reza.
Then he held you in his arms. You were silent unbelievably. Your face became normal and then you laughed at your father. He was mourning.
-Do you understand that Imam Reza kept an eye on our son?
Then he looked at the sky and said:
"My sweet heart, Imam Reza!"
Maybe you can’t remember, near two months after that day, one night you're coughing had woken me up. You were coughing the same as that time, when we were eating watermelon. I was frightened. You were coughing. I got up to bring a glass of water, suddenly I noticed that your mouth was open and you threw out a watermelon seed (roasted seed of watermelon). You stopped your coughing. When your father and I looked at you, we started to weep. It was wonderful. In your mouth there had been a watermelon seed for two months that had been growing. Your father was both crying and laughing. Then he showed me the watermelon seed and said:
“I said you that Imam Reza will take care of him. …
"My sweet heart, Imam Reza!"