One day I was passing from the street that lay between the mosques of late Shaykh Ansari and the residence of the Imam with my head lowered that I heard somebody greet me. When I looked up my eyes fell on the blessed countenance of the Imam. In an instant I had a wonderful feeling within me and became tongue-tied. After all he was the Imam_my source of inspiration and emulation while I was no more than an inconsequential and unknown seventeen-year old seminary student.
I heard somebody greet me: Hujjat al-Islam Rahimiyan