First Grain of Sand — Page 131
CHAPTER THIRTEEN A Period of Improvement had seen such extraordinary displays of God's power at the Tashkent prison. As I entered my prison cell, I pros- trated on the floor in gratitude to God Almighty for bringing the soft-hearted Colonel to this prison to make things easy for me. As I was about to go into prostration, a fellow inmate clasped his hands together and requested me to pray for him as well, to which I agreed. In my prison cell, there were some political prisoners, and a spy was also brought into my cell disguised as a prisoner. As soon as he first entered the cell, I was convinced that he was a spy sent for me. Whenever a new prisoner first arrived at the prison, they were visibly saddened and in grief, but this man walked in very happy with a top hat under his arm. Upon entering, he repeat- edly looked my way, seemed like a good person and greeted me nicely. In this cell, there was also another inmate who was short and stocky who understood Persian. The Russian spy used to ask this person various things about me in Persian. The short and stocky person would upset me, make fun of me