Table of Contents

 Preface................................................................... 7

Zain al-'Abidin, Najjar................................................................ 9

The Broom of a Khadim............................................................ 13

Zahra 111y' Grand daughter.................................................... 19

The return of the spring............................................................. 25

The ladies who were not the people of Ziyarah......................... 29

Who was shaking the little boy?................................................ 31

My brother, Riza, help her!....................................................... 35

One mistake with four effects..................................................... 39

A reward for a patient wife........................................................ 41

Zahra, a little pilgrim fromArak................................................ 47

A bowl of water......................................................................... 53

A man on a stretcher................................................................. 57

Window frames out of aluminum............................................... 61

A family from Afghanistan......................................................... 63

A mission................................................................................... 65

Mah Shirin of Pakistan.............................................................. 69

An Invitation into Rawzah Munavara....................................... 73

Gol Jamal, the Girl of the Fields............................................... 77

Zuhreh....................................................................................... 81

Ruqayya.................................................................................... 87

After the prayers........................................................................ 93

A broken heart will soon have its reply..................................... 97

A luminous face among the light............................................. 103

An empty bed........................................................................... 107

The Greatest Gift..................................................................... 113

Preface

 Let's read the stories, the memories, and the green memories of the lovers who have stepped into the garden of Wilayah of the household of the last of the Prophets (P.B.U.H), the lovers who connect their hearts to the source of glory, generosity, and mercy carried by the light radiating from the origin, existing under the name of the Holy Prophet Muhammad (P.B.U.H) and His Holy Household (S.A).

These are the stories of you, me, and us and that of those disappointed by worldly means who have been guided through the divine lights to the source of existence to attain their wishes, or receive their healings. These are the stories of those with sincere hearts who came before the Imam-e-Ghareeh(A.5) and were blessed to enter His presence, and found all their problems solved at once.

One of them is the story of myself, the other is that of my friend, the third is that of a sincere Khadim of the holy shrine of Imam Riza (A.S), another is that of a little miserable paralyzed girl from a distant place who attached herself to the grill of love and returned back with a delightful heart and a healthy body. All the stories are real memories, green memories as green as the leaves of the tree of love.

Some of them have been narrated by the ones who themselves experienced it, some by the ones who witnessed the event, and some have been adopted from authentic sources.

Whenever I decided to compose or translate one of the stories, after reviewing it my tears shed uncontrollably for a while, then only after calming my heart down was I able to continue. Whilst reading them if your heart and eyes break free from your control so that the first one becomes as transparent as a jug of love, and the second sheds drops of tears as clear as the drops of a spring rainfall, it will be a glad tiding for you that you are of the kind who experienced green memories.

Zahra is my granddaughter, the topic of my own green memory. If you wish to know why I have tried to share my delightful experiences with you, I think you will find the answer in reading those pages. You will find out how I was invited to the garden of love of Wilayah with colorful flowers of devotion, and sincerity whose fragrance just like the miraculous breath of Christ (A.S.) returned life to the motionless bodies.

How could I be indifferent after observing these miracles everywhere, hearing them from the tongues of honorable personalities, experienced by myself, and read in authentic periodicals? Maybe it was a mission for me assigned by our Master (Mawla) and that was why the holy Imam (A.S) had admitted me, a humble one, at his own court. Alhamdu Lillahi Rabbil Alamin.

I should be grateful to Mr. Ruhail and his wife Mrs. Zainab as well as the late Javid Hassan, may his soul rest in piece, for editing the draft of the memories. Any opinions or suggestions of the dear readers emailed to the following address will be welcomed.

azimsarvdalir@yahoo.com 

Azim Sarvdalir

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