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e*lix*ir #15, Special Issue on Iran
Winter 2022
Candles in the Darkness
 

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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James Braun

The Whisper

by ANDISHEH TASLIMI

Morteza grabbed him by the throat and squeezed him. Abolghasem’s face became red. “Morteza, stop!” He could hardly breathe. It was the fourth time Morteza had visited the Shrine of the Imam Reza in Mashhad. As in previous times, he had traveled all the way on foot. Morteza was seventeen and a devoted Muslim who yearned with all his heart to serve the Mahdi, the Hidden Imam. But as he was walking to that holy shrine, he heard someone whisper in his ear. The mysterious whisperer told him this: “You claim you are a faithful Muslim, Morteza, but you do not know the meaning of the word ‘Bábí’.”

Morteza was puzzled by what he heard, so when he returned to his city, he asked his uncle what the word ‘Bábí’ meant. Uncle Abolghasem told him the Bábís believe that the Mahdi, the Hidden Imam of Shia, has emerged. As a dogmatic Muslim, Morteza could not bear to hear these words. Like a wild animal who attacks his prey, Morteza grabbed his uncle by the throat and squeezed him hard. Abolghasem was gasping for air when Morteza finally released him. Afterwards, Morteza apologized for his violent reaction, and though it was late at night the two men decided to sit down and talk about the Bábí religion. Afterwards, Morteza lay awake, thinking about their conversation.

Morteza was a well-known merchant, and when he went to the bazaar the next day to open his shop, he asked all his fellow merchants to gather around him because he had news for them. The merchants expected that he would have some astounding news of his pilgrimage to Mashhad, but instead he made the following announcement: “The Mahdi has come! The Hidden Imam has emerged!” But the dogmatic people he addressed did not believe a word he said and one said to the others, “Poor Morteza, he must have lost his mind....”

Some months passed, and, gradually, people came to the conclusion that Morteza was not insane at all. His manner had changed since he had come to believe that Siyyid Ali Muhammad Shirazi, the Báb, was the One who had come to bring peace and justice to the world. Before long, people started persecuting Morteza, treating him cruelly and telling him he must renounce his religion. Eventually, the Muslims who were persecuting Morteza decided to kill him. When Morteza found this out, he fled the city and moved his family to Shiraz in order to protect them. Throughout his life, Morteza remained steadfast in his faith, and, no matter what he faced, he never renounced his religion.

Thanks to the divine approvals and my ancestor’s pure heart and courage, I was born into a Bahá’í family and I am always thankful for this. Every time I think of the story of my great-grandfather Morteza, I am inspired by how bravely he faced the persecution he endured because of his beliefs, and I am reminded of Bahá’u’lláh’s words, “A lover feareth nothing and no harm can come nigh him: Thou seest him chill in the fire and dry in the sea.” (The Seven Valleys).