Word Chemistry, Christian Man and Zara Ali
Seyed Ataullah Mohajirani
Ali had come to the market according to his custom. He was the leader of the believers. Sometimes he would patrol the market. He asked for prices. He talked to people. There is an armor hanging in my shop. He lingered and smiled! He said, “This is my armor!” I have not sold or given to anyone. I didn’t know what to answer! I said, but the armor belongs to me! Ali said: It is better to go to the judge to arbitrate between us. I accepted. Ali was the Caliph of the Muslims and the Amir of the Faithful, and I, a Christian living in Kufa, thought that the judge appointed by Ali would rule in his favor. But how can he prove that the armor belongs to Ali?
We went to court. Sharih was the judge of the court. Ali said to Sharih: This armor is mine. I have not given it to anyone or sold it. Sharih turned to me and said: My opinion is that since the strike is in your hands, you own it, unless Ali can provide a proof. Amir al-Mu’minin, do you have a sign that shows that the armor is yours?
Ali smiled and said: Sharih is right. I don’t have a nose. Sharih told me, you can go to the armor, it’s yours. I went and came back and said: I testify that this assembly and court is the court of the prophets! The Amir of the Faithful and the Caliph of the Muslims appears in court and accepts with satisfaction the verdict of the judge who has appointed him and has ruled against him. The fact is that this armor is from Ali! He had fallen from the back of his camel on the way back from Safeen. I testify that God is one, I testify that Muhammad is His Prophet.
Ali smiled. He hugged me. He said I’ll give you my armor. What blessed armor! He was blessed both in battle and when he was lost! Ali gave me a young agile horse. I said to Ali: I can be one of your soldiers!? Ali said with a smile: Yes, my brother John! Sure you can.
I joined Ali’s special forces, called Sharta al-Khamis. Ali had introduced me to Malik Ashtar.
I was in Ali’s ride in the Battle of the Khawarij of Nahrwan. I had a deep wound on my left shoulder from behind. My right hand was amputated below the elbow. I was lying on the ground. I thought I wish I could see Ali for the last time. Seen! Was with Camille. When he saw me, he came over my head. He sat down on two knees. He put his hand on my shoulder. Kamil recognized the Ali armor I was wearing. The little musk brought the water closer to my mouth. My eyes were dark and bright. I saw Ali. Both hands were on my head. He touched my forehead. He whispered:
And do not think that those who are killed in the way of Allah are dead, but that they are alive with their Lord.
I felt like flying. I put my head on Ali’s knee in excitement and flexed my fingers in the rings of Ali’s armor in pain.
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