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The Friday Sessions
The Twenty eighth Story
Friday mornings, when there was a mourning session for Imam Hussain in his house, he always sat at the entrance door.
When somebody entered, he stood up and greeted him amiably, no matter who that person was.
If there was a child, he prayed for him and patted him on the hat.
Sometimes he wanted the Marsiyeh of Ali Asqar to be recited.
One Friday, the door was opened,
Ayatollah Bahjat stood up, putting his hand on his chest out of respect.
I did not see anyone!
I was surprised!
When Ayatollah Bahjat sat down, I realized that a child who seemed to be less than 10 years old, had entered.
Source: A memory shared by a student of Ayatollah Bahjat.
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