Golden dome

I was standing facing Imam Reza's zarih with a tasbih in my hand. An old Iranian woman walks towards me from the zarih with moist eyes, looks at my tasbih and asks 'Tasbih az karbalaeh?' (Is the tasbih from Karbala?) I say yes. She takes the tasbih in her hands with a lot of emotion, rubs it over her eyes and cheeks, kisses it, then very respectfully hands it back to me saying 'Har waght ke rafti baray manam dua kon.' (Whenever you visit there pray for me too.) And walks away.

That was a feeling.