I was stricken with typhoid fever, and at the height of the illness, I dreamed of Imam Ali one night … He gave me a cup containing a liquid to drink, and I did that, and my health improved… In the summer, when we were going to visit the Shrine of Emamzadeh Davood, I fell off the horse. During the fall, I saw the image of Abbas ibn Ali, who took my hand and protected me… I also saw a picture of the 12th imam in the summer palace.
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