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e*lix*ir #15, Special Issue on Iran
Winter 2022
Holy Soil
 

TABLE OF CONTENTS


Editorial

• “Their only crime...”

Holy Soil

• Holy Soil: The Endurance of the Bahá’ís of Iran by Ighan
• Hadigheh: A Bahá’í House of Worship in Tehran by Saba
• The Blue Prayer Book by Hannan Hashemi
• In Front of the School by Nava
• The Roll-Away Pumpkin by Tanin Azadi
• The Castle at Maku by Nogol Sadri

The Scent of Roses

• The Scent of Roses by Nooshin Mavaddati
• A Great Green Enigma by Mehrsa Mastoori
• My Tiny Fruit Garden by Foad Bahrami
• My Blessed Spot by Hannan Hashemi
• Spring in My Grandmother’s Yard by Morvarid Ighani
• The Garden of Memories by Sama Khalili

Candles in the Darkness

• The Candle in My Family by Alhan
• A Shower of Bullets by Daniel Sabet Rasekhi
• From Thief to Benefactor by Foad Bahrami
• The Green Handprint by Nava
• The Kolahduz of Barfurush by Sama Khalili
• An Immortal Man by Taranom
• The Whisper by Andisheh Taslimi

Poetry

• From A Tale of Love by Mahvash Sabet
translated by Shahin Mowzoon and Sandra Lynn Hutchison

Personal Reflections on Bahá’í Texts

• Calamity: The Path to Eternity by Hannan Hashemi
• The Way Home by Daniel Sabet Rasekhi
• The Light in the Darkness by Sama Khalili
• From Your Inmost Being by Taraneh

Letters

• A Small Light in a Dark Room by Andisheh Taslimi
• Hope for the Future of Iran by Mehrsa Mastoori

Art

• Painting and Interview with Shahriar Cyrus by Mehrsa Mastoori
• Resilience by Lynn Miller


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Hadigheh in Tehran, Iran
Photo: © Bahá’í International Community

Hadigheh: A Bahá’í House of Worship in Tehran

by SABA

Thinking about my grandfather always inspires me when I am going through difficult times in my life since, as a Bahá’í living in Iran, he overcame many obstacles over the years. I often marvel at the way he dedicated his whole self to the faith he so cherished. His stories about the time when he lived in Hadigheh, which is located in the north of Tehran and was assigned by Shoghi Effendi to become the home of a House of Worship in Iran, fascinate me. My dear grandfather had the honor to serve in that holy place.

A few years before the Islamic revolution in Iran, Hadigheh, in summer, was filled with Bahá’í youth attending camp. The location was beautiful. You could see miles and miles of trees in every direction and the program was unforgettable, with Mr. Furutan, Mrs. Jinous Mahmoudi, Mr. Faizi and others who came to speak about the Bahá’í Faith and its teachings. As my father tells the story, Hadigheh, with its pleasant weather, its view of Tehran, and so many gardens filled with beautiful flowers, was a spiritual place where people could go for prayer, reflection, and meditation.

In 1978, however, things started to change in Hadigheh. Revolutionaries set up committees and threatened the Bahá’ís to try to force them to leave the area. My grandparents and others took turns to guard Hadigheh at night in case the revolutionaries set the trees on fire or trespassed on the land. One day, a group of fanatical people who lived in Sohanak, a village not far from Hadigheh, appeared from behind a wall, where they had been hiding, and started to shoot into the air. These fanatics wanted the Bahá’ís to leave so that they could take their property. My grandfather, in an attempt to make peace, moved closer to them so as not to have to shout to communicate. His friends warned him not to approach since the fanatics were armed, but my grandfather went anyway. As he walked towards them, he asked them: “What is the purpose of this attack? We have been neighbors for many years and now you are pointing your guns at us?” The men said nothing but continued to shoot into the air because they believed that Bahá’ís kept guns in their homes. However, when they saw that no Bahá’ís came rushing forward with guns, the fanatics left without a word.

A victory had been won, but just for a time. Three or four years after that incident and many other attacks, army forces drove the Bahá’ís out of Hadigheh. Still, when I think of Hadigheh, I don’t think of that but of my grandfather who faced so much persecution with such courage throughout his life. Now I, his granddaughter, face religious persecution of a different kind, when the government bans me from attending the public university or arrests my father. But whatever happens, I know, deep in my heart, that my grandfather is watching over us and praying for us.