News ID: 6122
Publish Date: 01 August 2006 - 10:22
At night, when Mr. Hojsatolah was martyred, I dreamed that my family and I are in a pleasant sanctuary. I don’t know to which Imam the sanctuary belonged. I saw that a corpse was carried into the sanctuary. We had stood by the doors, respectfully, line by line. After a few minutes, one corpse had been brought and I was informed that it was Hojat’s corpse.
The next day, I heard his martyrdom.
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