Sunday, June 28, 2009
To the Bahá’ís of Iran
Dearly loved Friends,
With hearts grieved by events unfolding in Iran, we address this letter to you, the steadfast followers of Bahá’u’lláh in that land. To the concern for your safety that has long weighed on us is now added mounting fear for the safety of millions of Iranian men and women, so many of them at the pinnacle of their youth, their vast potentialities yearning to be realized. How rapidly have veils been rent asunder! Cruelty meted out in calculated measures to you and others over the years has been unleashed in the streets of Iran for all humanity to see. No matter what the turn of events, we are confident you will adhere firmly to the fundamental principle of our Faith that strictly prohibits any involvement in partisan political activity by individual Bahá’ís or by Bahá’í institutions. Yet you cannot remain aloof and insensitive to the suffering of your people. Decades of hardship have prepared each of you to stand as a beacon of strength in the circle of your family and friends, your neighbours and acquaintances, radiating hope and compassion to all those in need. Keep alive in your hearts the feeling of confidence that the future of Iran holds bright promise, the certitude that the light of knowledge will inevitably dispel the clouds of ignorance, the conviction that concern for justice will protect the nation from falling prey to calumny, and the belief that love will ultimately conquer hatred and enmity. You have demonstrated in the example of your lives that the proper response to oppression is neither to succumb in resignation nor to take on the characteristics of the oppressor. The victim of oppression can transcend it through an inner strength that shields the soul from bitterness and hatred and which sustains consistent, principled action. May the words of ‘Abdu’l-Bahá resound: “Iran shall become a focal centre of divine splendours. Her darksome soil will become luminous and her land will shine resplendent.” You and your compatriots are in our continued prayers.
[signed: The Universal House of Justice]
Via the Bahá’í World News Service
Friday, June 26, 2009
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Friends - I think that a precedent has been set. Anywhere you look in news media - online in papers, blogs, youtube, facebook, twitter, or the like - we see the mass persecution of an entire group of people. Today it is Iran, but let us not think of this madness, this oppression and negation of basic human rights as a one-off. This happens everyday.
You may have also noticed from a recent post of mine that Bahá'ís do not participate in partisan politics - particularly because the single greatest aim of the Bahá'í Faith is to unite humanity....
But then what is this community to do? What, in fact, are any of us to do?
In each of the following two posts I have included a quotation that I find to be powerful and timely. The first is from the Writings of Bahá'u'lláh and speaks to the roles and responsibilities of governments, rulers and leaders. The second is a poem by Gwendolyn Brooks and addresses, through the narration of a seemingly isolated and yet completely relevant event, the position that the people of the community must take. ...interestingly this poem is narrated by a person who failed to act.
Let that be a lesson we learn here and from other shameful moments in our collective history - not one that we repeat.
Disclaimer: Normally I'd do something like apologize for writing so much, and etc. But I'm not sorry. This is important - educate yourself on the world around you; don't wait for others to distill the interweb for you.
- Bahá'u'lláh, excerpted from Gleanings From the Writings of Bahá'u'lláh
to Running Boy
The Boy died in my alley
without my Having Known.
Policeman said, next morning,
"Apparently died Alone."
"You heard a shot?" Policeman said.
Shots I hear and Shots I hear.
I never see the Dead.
The Shot that killed him yes I heard
as I heard the Thousand shots before;
careening tinnily down the nights
across my years and arteries.
Policeman pounded on my door.
"Who is it?" "POLICE!" Policeman yelled.
"A Boy was dying in your alley.
A Boy is dead, and in your alley.
And have you known this Boy before?"
I have known this Boy before.
I have known this boy before, who ornaments my alley.
I never saw his face at all.
I never saw his futurefall.
But I have known this Boy.
I have always heard him deal with death.
I have always heard the shout, the volley.
I have closed my heart-ears late and early.
And I have killed him ever.
I joined the Wild and killed him
with knowledgeable unknowing.
I saw where he was going.
I saw him Crossed. And seeing,
I did not take him down.
He cried not only "Father!"
The cry climbed up the alley.
It went up to the wind.
It hung upon the heaven
for a long
stretch-strain of Moment.
The red floor of my alley
is a special speech to me.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Let me be clear that Bahá'ís do not participate in partisan politics; rather Abdu’l-Bahá, the son of Bahá'u'lláh, has said that "Bahá'ís are the well-wishers of the government, obedient to its laws and bearing love towards all peoples."
However, my prayers and well wishes go out to the people of Iran....
Friday, June 19, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Friday, June 12, 2009
"O Thou kind Lord! These lovely children are the handiwork of the fingers of Thy might and the wonderous signs of Thy greatness. O God! Protect these children, graciously assist them to be educated and enable them to render service to the world of humanity. O God! These children are pearls, cause them to be nurtured within the shell of Thy loving-kindness.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
You know what, Nana? Neither do I. I clearly have difficulty finding things to talk about on a somewhat regular basis - or the time to post more regularly than I presently do.... Besides (deep sigh) I'm pretty positive that y'all (oh. hey y'all!) don't care what I do every.minute.of.every.blessed.day!
So I know that I don't drive a fancy car, wear fancy clothes, or spend my weekends with the tabloid 400 (not dissimilar to the last century's New York 400) - but you can call me the International Girl of Mystery.