148 years ago, Baha’u’llah announced to a handful of his followers that He was the Promised One foretold by the blessed Bab. Since that day, they ceased to be “Babi’s” and instead called themselves “Baha’is”. He made his declaration in a beautiful island rose garden He dubbed “The Garden of “Ridvan” (a Persian word meaning “Paradise”).
Ever since, Baha’is have commemorated the Holy Festival of Ridvan for 12 days (April 21 through May 2) matching the time Baha’u’llah spent in that blessed island in the river, in Baghdad. Yep. Baghdad – war-torn Baghdad. While today, in Iran – the birthplace of the Baha’i Faith – Baha’is are persecuted and imprisoned simply due to their Faith, the Baha’is of Baghdad now enjoy openness and fellowship they had to hide during the repressive regime of Saddam Hussein.
I pray that Iran will be transformed without the devastation that was heaped upon Iraq. But as of now, prospects don’t look good. And the readiness of the US to jump onboard the Libyan revolution, makes me think that military action against Tehran is not far-fetched.
I wrote a song called “Tucson to Tehran” that bemoans the plight of the menatl injuries sustained in war but carries this admonition at the end:
It’s seven thousand miles and more
From Tucson to Tehran
Some folks say we’re never goin’ there
But we better change the road we’re on.
Yeah. We better change the road we’re on.
I think I’ll play this one at the Tucson Folk Festival. Speaking of which, check out the article written about me in th Casa Grande Dispatch – the link is in the upper right corner of this page.