This is the story that he told in his book Man after Death
“One day, I traveled from Hilla to Diwaniyah [: two cities in Iraq, to the south of Baghdad, about seventy miles apart.] I stayed there for four days working as a photographer.
On the fifth day, I decided to return back to Hilla; so when I went to bed, I asked God to send me someone to awaken me from sleep at 9.30 p.m. [This was according to the Arabic timing calculated from sun-set time], i.e. two hours before dawn to go to the railway station and travel by train to Hilla; the train leave Diwaniyah about 10 p.m.; so that I would have one hour from my awaking until the departure of the train, and it would be enough time because Diwaniyah station was near to the city. [I think this story happened about the year 1935, or few years before or after – The translator.]
Then I slept in 'Al-Bahrany Hotel', to awake from sleep a few hours later. There wasn't in that room anybody other than myself;
I asked myself:" I don't know what's the time now!" i.e. I didn't know was it late so that it was morning time, or was it early so that I can return to sleep again. I said these words with myself, but my lips moved slightly so that if a person puts his ears on my mouth, he cannot hear that from me.
And it was inspired into my mind that the time was 9.25 p.m. This was just as if there was somebody beside me and he told me the time; his words were fixed in my mind, I understood them, and recognized the direction of the speech too, and I would not forget that the talking was inspired to me from the right side, i.e. from the direction of the middle of the room, not from its wall direction.
I went on repeating those words with my tongue saying: "9.25", but I didn't hear to those words any voice, but only they were inspired into my mind with an inspiration,
so that I astonished of that and said to myself: "Who is such one that knew what I thought with myself, so as to answer me about it?"
Therefore, he answered me about that and I understood from that inspiring person that he said: "I am your brother Salih!"
So my astonishment increased furthermore, and I lifted my head from the pillow, and turned my face right and left; but I did not find anyone in the room other than myself.
But I didn't bother myself with his talking and his saying: "I am your brother Salih!"; instead I said to myself that my brother had died when he had been seven years old and had been buried in the city of Kerbala, then how does he talk to me the while he is dead!? And how does he come to me at Diwaniyah, the while he was buried at Kerbala?
Then, I got up from sleep, and picked my watch [: a pocket watch] from the pocket of my jacket, which was hanged on the wall beside me; I looked at it, and it was 9.28 p.m., so that 3 minutes of time had passed, i.e. from the moment when my brother told me the time until I saw the watch; so that the time was exactly as did he tell me with no increment or decrease of even one minute; therefore, that added more to my astonishment.
Many other questions came to my mind, and I wished that he might answer me about them, but I did not hear from him any answer, and that was, as I think, because the air in the room started to move and wave because of the movements and coughing that I did. So that his talking stopped and I did not understand anything more from him for this reason."