The days of the followers imbued with that unique fragrance, and those exceptional feelings, as if I were in their ancient streets and their lanterns hanging on the doors of their mud mosques, and as if I were in their hidden steps and their open windows during the era of the Companions.
I collected something from their sayings and affairs, I felt their life in my heart, and I tasted their sincerity in myself.. and I left it more!
And I did not want the followers except everyone who followed the Companions in benevolence, whether he saw them or not! He lived with them with his body or with his spirit, heard their words or acted upon them.. They are all followers here.