I have a story that I believe to be true and I will tell you:
Haj Agha Mohammad Qomi the son of Haj Agha Hussain Qomi who was the authority who built this small mosque. He told me. I am quoting it for you because I believe in its authenticity.
he was going on a trip with his friend on foot to Mecca near Jordan, they ran out of water. The desert there is not like here. The sand is moved by the wind, a pile of sand is carried from this side to that side, which means that the way is lost, and they lose their way, the sand was moved, the water in the thermos was finished. My friend fell to death, I dragged my friend under a thorn bush. I threw a stone on that thorn bush to make a shadow. He was dying (the hujjat’s name is Muhammad, the Prophet’s name is Mahdi, his nickname is Aba Saleh or Abu Saleh, as a rule, in Arabic they call him by the nickname, he said, “I stood on top of a hill, and I shouted “Aba Saleh” three times, four times… he was crying and shouting. He saw someone coming from far away. He saw an Arab man wearing Arabic clothes, he said, “What do you want?” I said, “This is my friend, he is thirsty.” He is dying, we don’t have water, he said, the water is behind this hill. I came behind the hill and saw a spring of cool water, I filled the thermos and poured it drop by drop into my friend’s mouth until he opened his eyes. We drank water and stood up. (and now we’re lost because the sand covered the way) [to the man who was wearing Arabic clothes] we said that we lost the way? (he pointed and said that’s the way). It is five meters away on the other side of the road. We started to go and turned around but did not see him.
