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



  • 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 Eira

  • 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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    A Glimpse of the Glorious Landscape of Freedom


    The first time I had the chance to enter a Bahá’í holy place was when I visited Bahá’u’lláh’s house in Edirne. Never before had I been able to visit one of our holy places without fear. The experience was one I will always remember.

    We journeyed by rental van from our hotel in Istanbul to Edirne. The trip took about one hour. The landscape along the way was lush and green, and, as we traveled, we prayed and sang Bahá’í songs. The whole way, our hearts brimmed with a unique kind of happiness — spiritual joy.

    Edirne is a small city with majestic mosques and beautiful municipal buildings, but the beauty and majesty of its buildings is nothing when compared with the magnificence and dignity of the Exile it harbored many years ago.

    When we arrived in the vicinity of the holy house, the custodian welcomed us and led us to the house. Half Iranian and half Turkish, Tahirih Khanum spoke Persian with a sweet Turkish accent. She was lovely, just like her name, which means “a chaste woman” and was the name of one the first disciples of the Báb.

    We entered the back part of the house, where there was a reception area and an office. There we had breakfast and visited with a Bahá’í couple from Iran who had emigrated to Saudi Arabia. They told us about the restrictions Bahá’ís were subject to in their country and the challenges of living with those restrictions. If they even mentioned their beliefs to their Muslim neighbors, they explained, they would be arrested and jailed. Despite the difficulty of the subject, we felt happy to be able to sit in the blessed house and speak freely with Bahá’ís from other countries about subjects of concern to us.

    Then it was time to enter the main part of the holy house. First we passed through a small garden, which was carefully designed with many beautiful flowers. Next we descended into the basement of the building. Tahirih Khanum spoke a little about the house and its history, and she showed us some old pictures of the house. Finally, the time we had all been waiting for arrived — the time to climb the stairs to visit the rooms where the Blessed Beauty and the holy family had lived for five years.

    At first, I could not believe I was climbing the steps on which the Master had placed His holy feet. I felt honored beyond belief. As we slowly moved through the rooms upstairs, we meditated on what we saw and took time to pray. Some relics were displayed inside the rooms: a pen case that had belonged to ‘Abdu’l-Bahá and, to my amazement, a strand of Bahá’u’lláh’s hair and His turban. When I saw these things, my eyes filled with tears.

    When, at last, all of the pilgrims had finished their prayers, we proceeded downstairs to the basement again, where Tahirih Khanum gave us dried rose petals from the garden as a keepsake. Once we had placed these carefully in our prayer books, we posed for photos together. As we drove away from the holy house and the city of Edirne, each of us felt we had been imbued with a new spirit.

    I shall never forget my first visit inside a Bahá’í holy place. For me, the experience was entirely unique. When we visit a holy place in Iran, we can only view it from afar. Often we simply sit inside a car at some distance and say our prayers. Sometimes, the holy place has been destroyed and we see a modern building in its place so we have to pray only with an image in our minds of what the place must have looked like when it was still standing. Whenever we make such visits, we must be careful not to attract any attention. We must make sure to stay at a safe distance.

    But in Edirne, I had the indescribable bounty of seeing a Bahá’í holy place from the inside, and of making my pilgrimage with Bahá’ís from other parts of the world. My visit to Bahá’u’lláh’s house in Edirne gave me a glimpse of the glorious landscape of freedom, and, to me, a Bahá’í living in Iran, it seemed nothing less than a view of heaven.

    * Originally published in e*lix*ir issue #6

    Photo Credit: Copyright © Bahá’í International Community, Bahá’í Media Bank, House of Bahá’u’lláh at Edirne