One time one of them came to my home and as he protested against a subject he was talking a little loudly and he was expressing his views.
Although Imam was in a weariness and convalescence period he told him quietly and softly: why are you feeling that you are upset? Now come let's talk to each other; at last we will get along with each other in a way.
A memoirs by Zahra Mostafavee -Imam’s daughter