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104 FIRST GRAIN OF SAND about me to the government, my sufferings had increased signifi- cantly. Otherwise, before his arrival I was in peace and treated like any other prisoner. The civil surgeon immediately asked me how I know he is a spy. I immediately and passionately replied that my God informed me of this through a dream after Abdul Qadir first appeared. As I had already written, after he appeared Allah the Almighty informed me in a dream. The civil surgeon became completely silent in amazement upon hearing my answer and was impressed. He took his paper and wrote his final opinion about me. Since the translator was already an Ahmadi and, thus, kind and like-minded with me, he took the paper from the doctor and read it himself. Upon my inquiring, he comforted me by saying in Persian that it is very well written. After this, the State Prosecutor and translator began a separate conversation among themselves about moving me back to the prison from the hospital. Taking advantage of their distraction, I approached the civil surgeon and his group of doctors, who all stood up as they saw me approach. I thanked them in Russian for their favourable and fair treat- ment of me during the nearly two months I spent at the hospital. Continuing in Russian, I then reiterated that the prison is a hell for me. It was my hope that perhaps they would have mercy on me and, as a respected civil surgeon, he may be moved to speak to the head officer of the prison to recommend my release. The nurse then took me to the dining room where I ate a meal and performed my wuzu, after which I joined the State Prosecutor and translator in a horse carriage to be transported from the hos- pital to the prison. Since it was afternoon, I performed both Zuhr [midday] and Asr [late afternoon] Prayers during the carriage ride to the prison. When we arrived at the prison, I noticed that the