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e*lix*ir

e*lix*ir   #9, Special Bicentenary Issue
autumn 2019
 

TABLE OF CONTENTS


Editorial

  • This Holy Land of Persia by Sandra Lynn Hutchison

  • Personal Reflection Piece

  • The Gate to Eternal Life by Roxana Karamzadeh

  • Sweet Fruit

  • A Small Window on the Big Blue Sky by Mahtab Rezvani
  • Planting Seeds by Shadi Saadat
  • Broken Dreams by Roxana Karamzadeh
  • * Reading Anne Frank in Isfahan by Sahba
  • * Sweet Fruit by Anisa Bahamin

  • In the Land of Persia

  • An Alley Called Golestan by Nabil Zarei
  • Culinary Sisters-in-Law by Neda Akhavan
  • My Grandfather’s Library by Siavash Haghighat
  • * A Small Piece of Heaven on Earth by Saba Shadabi
  • * Riding a Purple Bicycle in the City of Isfahan by Sahba

  • Holy Places and People

  • Maku and the Muslim Man by Shadi Saadat
  • Fort Tabarsi and The Courage of the Brave Bábís by Negin Rezghi
  • The Cloak by Shadi Sadaat
  • The Mysterious Box by Sara Shakeri
  • Haji Assad, the Great Teacher of Seysan by Shadi Saadat
  • * A Glimpse of the Glorious Landscape by Rojin Ghavami

  • Through a Child’s Eyes

  • The Grief of War by Tanin Azadi
  • An Earthen House by Nava Habibi
  • A Cherished Dream by Elmira G.
  • The Golden Crown by Shaghayegh Rashedi
  • A Dream of Childhood by Basir Samimi
  • * The Love Bird by Zarrin Kasiri

  • Comic

  • “Ruhi & Riaz”
    by Solmaz Haghighat

  • From Yazd to New Delhi

  • A Weekend in a One Hundred Star Hotel by Saba Shadabi
  • The Long Journey from Yazd to Tihran by Ali F.
  • The Road at the End of the World by Tanin Azadi
  • My Soul Dances in New Delhi by Roxana Karamzadeh
  • The Turkish Girl by Nava Habibi

  • The Left Hand of an Artist

  • The Left Hand of an Artist by Sara Shakeri
  • To Sing or not to Sing by Ellie
  • A Sympathetic Friend by Farina Shafei
  • Taraneh Alidoosti, My Hero by Nava Habibi

  • * asterisked works appeared in previous issues of e*lix*ir.

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    The Love Bird

    by ZARRIN KASIRI

    I was six years old when my parents divorced. I could not get along well with my father, so I was happy to stay in Tehran with my mother. But since she had to work full time to make ends meet, I often found myself alone. My father used to take me to his home every Friday, which I did not like because he was always too tired to play with me. As time passed, I grew more and more lonely, so I asked my mother to buy me a bird. She did not have time to take care of a bird, she said. She was too busy working. When school started, I felt a little less lonely, but still, I longed for a bird. So, I started to chant a prayer every single night to ask ‘Abdu’l-Bahá to give me a bird. Often, I cried myself to sleep.

    Then one night I had a dream. I was sitting on a chair crying, feeling lonely and sad, but when I looked up I saw ‘Abdu’l-Bahá standing beside me, smiling at me with kindness in His eyes. He came closer and closer and then opened His hand to show me what was nestled in his palm — a beautiful red love bird! I wiped away my tears and stared at them both in wonder. He motioned to me to come closer and caress the bird. Then He told me that He would lend me the bird for a few days, but I would have to watch it carefully. My heart was filled with joy and I threw myself into His open arms. When I woke up the following day, I told my mother about my dream. She was surprised and also moved.

    A few days after I had the dream, a neighbor came to our home to tell my mother that she needed to take a trip. She asked if we could look after her pet in her absence. Would we be able to care for her love bird for a few days? Knowing of my dream and my longing for a bird, my mother quickly told her not to worry — the love bird would be safe with us. When I arrived home from school the next day, I found the beautiful red love bird in my room, exactly the same bird ‘Abdu’l-Bahá had given me. As I opened the cage to stroke the bird, my heart filled with joy and with gratitude to ‘Abdu’l-Bahá for making my dream come true. During those few unforgettable days, I took good care of the love bird, just as ‘Abdu’l-Bahá had requested. Then, to my surprise, after we returned the love bird to our neighbor, my mother bought me a duckling with fuzzy yellow down and shining black eyes!

    I have never forgotten that at one of the darkest moments of my life, ‘Abdu’l-Bahá came to me in a dream and gave me hope for the future. Since that moment, the love bird has been, for me, a symbol of love and protection. Whenever I reflect on the unexpected gift of the little red love bird, I know that I am not alone; ‘Abdu’l-Bahá is always watching over me. And when I feel hopeless or discouraged, my heart is lightened when I remember the beautiful red love bird that was given to me in a dream.

    * Originally published in e*lix*ir issue #8