مكاتبة الشيخ أبي الكتائب
Know, my brother, that my conduct and yours are observed by One who neither acts unjustly nor wrongs anyone.
Do you not truly understand that the Master of creation stands over every soul according to what it has earned and will recompense it for what it has concealed and what it has made public? You and I, my brother, and all creation stand exposed before Him, and we are responsible for what we do. I do not declare myself innocent of error or stumbling; rather, I seek intercession through humble entreaty, asking pardon and forgiveness of the Cause of causes.
No sin is too great for Him to forgive, and no mistaken affirmation or denial may be ascribed to Him.
Set your own soul right in the course you follow before Him. Why should one who knows that he has a Guardian who deals kindly with him, judges fairly toward him, and does not wrong him, fall into despair? You have a spacious place within my heart, and you are released, with sincere goodwill, by a soul pure of resentment and rancor. Cast the veil of overthinking away from your heart, and take for your own soul admonition and remembrance. Know, my brother, that whoever sets his dwelling right does not sell his hereafter for his worldly life. Be yourself the guardian of your own soul.
Do not give oppression any portion or share in it.
Consider what I have laid before you. Pursue what lies within your power, and what can be made easy for you once you have the capacity. If the place where you now reside is suitable for continuing on your way, remain there. But if you desire freedom from these burdens and ease of heart, then go to the lands of Syria. If, as you have said, you desire to serve, then your reward for that service belongs with the Qāʾim, the guiding Imam. Comfort your soul, make piety your practice and companion, and do not let thoughts of your failings turn into anguish and agitation.
I entrust you to One whose deposits remain guarded and are never lost. He is an excellent Master, praiseworthy and all-hearing. Praise belongs to the One for whom there is neither defining attribute nor limit, and thanks belong to His Guardian, who carries out the promise.
Completed. Praise belongs to our Lord alone, and thanks to His Guardian, His servant.