Published on 16th March, 2003
Imam Mahdi (aj) Helps
Those Who Call on Him
Ramahi, Zayed University, United
Ghada Ramahi, Palestinian born, received her formal education in
the U.S.A. Upon finishing her Ph.D. training in molecular genetics
and virology, she realized that Western science is neither
"objective" or value-free, rather it is highly
subjective and used for political agendas. Her teaching and
research interest include: multicultural perspectives on science
and technology; history and philosophy of Western and
non-Western sciences; technology and society. Ghada
Ramahi currently works at Zayed University in the U.A.E.
has narrated about the help of Imam Mahdi (aj) to her in the
Bait Allah Al-Haram during the Hajj pilgrimage.
period of time, I have been enduring a big test and great ibtela'.
I have asked Allah (swt) to deliver me from this big test for
the fear that I might fail and not pass. My waseelah to Allah
was Ahlul Bait ('a). I learned from books that Sahib Al Asr
Wazzaman (aj) is always in Hajj.
my husband and I made the niyyat to make Hajj last year,
involuntarily I found my heart supplicating "Ya Allah,
if you accept my Hajj and if it is in Your Will to deliver me
from my test, please give me a sign from my Imam Sahib Al Asr
Wazzaman (aj), no less I will accept" My heart said "Ya
Allah, He is the Imam of my time and I am his mwaleyyeh, please ya
Allah". In all honesty, I surprised myself with my
daring to insist on Allah (swt) with such a request, but I knew
that when Allah (swt) wants to grant his servants something, Allah
(swt) makes a dua' for that purpose available and He even puts the
words in one's heart.
for the sign from my Imam Sahib Al Asr Wazzaman (aj), I went
through all the preparations for Hajj. Of course 'he' is every place,
but Hajj places are different than all the other places. I was
longing for Baitullah Al Haram, but I have seen it before: this
was my second time to Hajj, and third Omrah.
journey started at the airport, my heart started searching and
looking around. Perhaps 'he' is giving ghowth to someone,
perhaps 'he' is present amongst hujjaj for some reason or
another, perhaps,... perhaps...
The feeling when one is
searching for the Beloved Imam (aj) is difficult to convey, it
is the heart, or rather the soul that is looking through the
eyes. Just like it says in Dua' Al Nodbah,... difficult to see
people and not see 'him'...
reaching Al Madeenah Al Monawwarah, my soul became in perpetual
search, just saying to myself that 'he' is here and he is the
only living 'person' who belongs to and deserves being here
around 'his' grandparents ('a). I was seeing every thing through
thinking of 'him' as if 'he' became the lens of my heart and
soul. This was so intense as I did all my ziyarat to Holy
Prophet ('s), to Imams ('a) in Al Baqee' and during all
the 'amal and 'ibadah, especially those during Thursday evening
when all the shia'ah hujjaj gathered between the Green Dome and
Al Baqee' to read Dua' Kumail
and make 'aza and latmeyyeh. It
was impossible not to feel 'his' presence there.
a second did I have 'him' out of my soul and could even see 'him'
through the darkness of the night on the road to Mecca
Mukarramah.. Upon arrival to Meccah, my husband and I wanted to
rush to Al Haram Al Shareef to make Omrah, the rest of the group
wanted to catch up on some sleep. For me, I felt I was getting
closer and closer to the Imam (aj). I thought no closer point
will be than that of Baitullah Al Haram and so I wanted no rest,
but to reach that point. We finished our Omrah and I was content
with the feeling that 'he' was there.
day, my husband and I took three Iraqi sisters with us to the
Haram. It was salah time for thohor and it was very crowded,
oceans of hujjaj, we were very lucky to find a nice space for
the five of us on the doorsteps to Al Haram just exactly under
one of the towering minarets. And as I was sitting there I was
reminded divinely, of some previous feelings I had once in
Dubai while making dua'. It shook me for a bit and made me
tremble. The feeling in Dubai was inspired by dua' Al Sabah of
Ameer Al Mo'meneen ('a) when he says I have knocked the door of
your mercy with the hand of my raja'...
whenever I asked Allah (swt) or stood in front of Him, I always
pictured myself as an infinitely negligible creature sitting at
the doorstep of a huge big gate, that of the kingdom of Allah (swt).
So finding myself on the doorsteps of that big gate of Al Haram
Al Shareef under the minaret was some sort of a sign for me that
gave me chill. After salat, my husband, the sisters and myself
decided to rush inside to go to the second level of the Mosque.
crowd was unfathomable and we already started going up the
stairway on the left side beside its rail. I was worried that
the sisters would get lost and would not know what to do. So I
was insisting on them that if any separated, one should recite "Ya
Ab Salih Al Mahdy" (aj) and I was just saying that to
them over and over like a mantra.
husband was in front of me and the three sisters behind me. It
was becoming so tight and clustered that it made it so difficult to
breathe. There was one sudden moment where I could no longer
keep track of my husband who was in front of me, this happened
exactly as I was making the turn to the second level of the
stair way where I was squeezed between the marble turn of the rail
and the people. I became facing the wall and was pressed very hard
against the rail where my left breast felt literally stabbed by
the pointed rail. The pain
was beyond any description and I was afraid to look and be
embarrassed of the blood gushing on my white ihram clothing. I
could no longer breathe, my lungs collapsed, my eyes could no
longer see and I knew that my time arrived and so I just
I started getting weaker and weaker and my legs let
go, my face was against the wall, there was a moment where I
thought I was gone...finished... but all of a sudden a hand with
a very unusual indescribable feeling and energy circled and
grasped the middle part of my upper right arm and pulled me out
in the most bizarre way. It did not just pull me by the arm, no,
my whole body was pulled out in complete submission like a
feather in that grasp and it would never be possible to describe
the energy that I felt in my body. I was not feeling real at
all, I did not know what to feel, I was doubly shocked not
knowing what was going on, I was breathing again, but the first
thing that rushed to mind was to thank this gallant man who
rescued a woman from death and did not hesitate to touch her for
that purpose. But, as I quickly turned my head to look for him,
every thing felt unreal and racing and all of a sudden things were
strange and all the crowd was kept away from me, at least about
half a meter in distance, and all along the stairway. It looked
like they were kept away with an invisible divider.....,
there was one very distinct unusual man I was able to
distinguish, as he was some how outside this invisible fence but
making his way through it and vanished in the crowd as I was
watching and trying to trace him....he literally disappeared in
his place in a strange way. But when I saw him, it was from his
right side, his silhouette, eastern looking complexion,
glittering black hair with a perfectly groomed rich black beard
with very distinct 2-3 grey hairs in the centre of the cheek
part. He was 38-42 years old. I saw him clearly, he was very
distinguishable, tall, slender, handsome with serious (somehow
burdened) look on his face, like a gaze in the far distance.
vanished in the crowd as I stood there trying to see how he
could vanish and disappear while I kept my eyes fixed on him. I
looked for my husband whom I just found in front of me! I
man......, the man saved my life, the man...."
Everything was rushing in my head and things became so
compressed and extended in time, the first thing that raced in
my head was how did that man see my face that was against the
wall and how did he know I needed help even though I had no
energy even to breathe let alone cry for help? Who was that man
with the strange grasp, how was it possible for one man's hand
to grasp that way and to circle my arm with that abnormal energy
that went through my whole soul and why did my whole body
respond in complete submission and not just my shoulder, while
all of this raced in my mind?
looking at my dress to see the blood coming from the wound in my
left breast, but there was nothing, not even a wrinkle on the
dress. I felt like being intoxicated of I did not know what, but
there was a different beat to my heart than that I lived with all
my life.....my whole body was feeling like energized in a way I
cannot describe..... so I walked to the second level of the
mosque in a daze and started realizing who that man was. Some
inspiration came to my head to give me one explanation and to
point out to me all the little evidence around the
myself getting very quiet and having an amazing feeling of never
experienced, uncontrollable joy. I later tried to explain to my
husband but it was way overwhelming and too intense for him...I
was unreal for quite sometime, just wanted to close my eyes and
go back to those seconds, I kept on putting my left hand where
that grasp was. I asked my husband to hold my arm so I could
compare, but no comparison whatsoever! I went back to my living
quarters to check for bruised skin, but there was absolutely no trace
nor even a scratch, not even pain........Dazed, I laid down in bed
gazing up at the ceiling trying to figure out what really
(swt) accepting my Hajj? Is He delivering me from my trial? Was
this the sign I asked for? Was it my Beloved Imam (aj)? Did 'he'
really grasp my arm to rescue me?........It was, still is and
till the day I die, be beyond overwhelming.
after this encounter and on the first day of stoning Iblees, I
experienced another kind of karamat related to the Beloved Imam
(aj) but not as personal. One
thing for sure, since that personal encounter, my existence is
no longer the same ! When I make dua' or ziyrat for the Beloved
Imam (aj) or when I ask Allah (swt) for something, I hold that
place of my arm and sob uncontrollably. Was it really true that
'he' clasped 'his' holy hand around my arm to save my life? Did
Allah (swt) grant my wretched soul its wish?
Salih Al Mahdy that close to me when I was teaching the sisters
how to call on him when in a distress?
such a significant creature for the Beloved (aj) to rescue my
life? Was this all real? Did I imagine it ? Why would I and how
could I possibly invent something as beautiful as this
encounter? How did I know that it was 'him'? All those
questions accompanied with the burning longing tears for 'him',
they never cease. I know one thing for sure, it was real! It was
would it not be 'him'? Allah (swt) is so gracious, and Ahlul
Bait are so generous to their followers. It was 'him'.
my personal account of the karamat I encountered, this is how I
lived it and this is the only ability I have to describe what I
experienced. I ask the forgiveness of Allah (swt) and apologize
to my Beloved Imam (aj) if I have fallen short in my description
and/or if I have conveyed things not as accurate as 'he' would
have wanted it to be.
precisely why I was unable to write this account for a long time.
Writing it meant relying on and limiting it to my miserable
faulty human capabilities. It was beyond words, above
description and very divine, and so is 'he'.