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My mother directly reached out for his hands and kissed them both. While she was kissing his hands her head again dived into the marble. Then, miracle of all miracles, I watched and witnessed as the grave opened up to my mother and she talked to the inhabitant of it. At that moment I noticed the women reading Kur'an on the other side of the sarcophagus stupefied. Their strength ebbed away and they soon fell into swoon due to fear and excitement and still others were wailing trying to escape. But they couldn't because of this sudden, unexceptional and mind-bending event, they grew tongue-tied and jaw-locked, thus unable to express what had happened and describe who the doer was satisfactorily. Those who were trying to enter collided with those who tried to escape out. They look like a swarm of insects, so many people clogged at the entrance and on the lanes of the garden in fear. As a result of this confusion, no one really knew what exactly happened in the burial chamber and who was responsible for this act. So we took advantage of this chaos.
“Mother, hurry!” I said pulling her in order to rush to the door of the shrine. But she couldn’t move. She looked dull and her eyes were empty. I shook her, trying to bring her back. I knew what was happening. My mother’s mind was linked to the person lying in the sarcophagus.
“Mother!” I yelled from within her catatonia.
“Oh, My Lord,” my mother said while she was coming awake. She was about to choke; tears streamed down her face, as her teeth clenched together she couldn't help but gritting.
“Mother,” I whispered. She looked as if she was intoxicated. She did not quite so understanding what said. I snapped at her to bring her truly around, and then she rolled her eyes towards me, her pale face and the look in her eyes told that they were exhausted.
“We’ve got to get out of here mother!” muttered I.
She paid little attention to what I was struggling for. I dragged her out of the shrine pretending my mother was one of the scared women as we were hurrying out with the flow. Several times we had almost been crushed underneath the steps of the lunatic crowd, but we roughly escaped and after a short time we lost out of sight. I took a shortcut behind the shrine to the back gate of the park in the south, and then pounding the pavement towards the stairs by the western border of it gingerly. Only when we were almost there, did she seem to come out of her daze, and even then she didn’t speak. Rather, she picked up her pace so we were trotting full till we reached the stairs, crossed the street, and then passed through the game field. Just before we round into the road, we stopped again, listened if the tide of panicked humanity started to thin out. At that moment I saw a man ran down the stairs, looked around in the street, and I heard screams, yelling and shouting.
“Damn it!” I cried, “panic already turned into an anger and people had already started looking for the possible suspect.” The neighborhood which had seemed so vibrant to me before was now a trap of danger. As we reached at the door to our house, we stopped a bit to catch our breath. My mother was still not aware of the danger of the event we lived through. If people had known my mother, they would have harmed her for sure. I made up my mind about her being concealed for a long while for no one could get an acquaintance with my mother not to jeopardize both her faith and my father’s career.