Pray for Me
The Twenty-Third Story
He held Ayatollah Bahjat’s arm tightly and did not let it go,
He kept saying: “Please pray for me,”
Ayatollah Bahjat closed his eyes;
turned around, smiled and prayed for him.
The next day, he asked for some medicine.
When I bought him, he folded up his sleeve. It was bruised.
I had no choice,
Some ...