36 would reach the main road, which led directly to the town judge’s residence and the bustling markets. Every evening, as my father returned from his visit to the house of Sheikh Saif al-Midfa‘, he would find me deeply engrossed in reading. He often asked, “Read to me from that book you were reading yesterday,” referring to Imam Ali’s “Nahjul Balaghah.” Once, I suggested, “Why don’t you take the book and read it at your leisure?” “I like the way you read,” was my father’s reply One evening, my father returned to find me immersed in reading the “Nahjul
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