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I am copying this sweet story about the enlightenment of a simple man in Persia around the year 1844 here so I can send the link to a friend of mine whom I thought of as soon as I read the words I am including here below.  The story comes from this book, and the entire text is available online by clicking on this title:

THE DAWN-BREAKERS & NABIL’S NARRATIVE
OF THE EARLY DAYS OF THE BAHA’I REVELATION

TRANSLATED FROM THE ORIGINAL PERSIAN
AND EDITED BY
SHOGHI EFFENDI

BAHA’I PUBLISHING TRUST
WILMETTE, ILLINOIS   1970

COPYRIGHT © 1932, BY THE NATIONAL SPIRITUAL ASSEMBLY
OF THE BAHA’IS OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA

Library of Congress Catalog No.32-8946

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“One day, in the course of one of His riding excursions into the country, Bahá’u’lláh, accompanied by His companions, saw, seated by the roadside, a lonely youth.  His hair was disheveled, and he wore the dress of a dervish.  By the side of a brook he had kindled a fire, and was cooking his food and eating it.  Approaching him, Bahá’u’lláh most lovingly inquired:  “Tell me, dervish, what is it that you are doing?”  “I am engaged in eating God,” he bluntly replied.  “I am cooking God and am burning Him.”  The unaffected simplicity of his manners and the candour of his reply pleased Bahá’u’lláh extremely.  He smiled at his remark and began to converse with him with unrestrained tenderness and freedom.  Within a short space of time, Bahá’u’lláh had changed him completely.  Enlightened as to the true nature of God, and with a mind purged from the idle fancy of his own people, he immediately recognized the Light which that loving Stranger had so unexpectedly brought him.  That dervish, whose name was Mustafa, became so enamoured with the teachings which had been instilled into his mind that, leaving his cooking utensils behind, he straightway rose and followed Bahá’u’lláh.  On foot, behind His horse, and inflamed with the fire of His love, he chanted merrily verses of a love-song which he had composed on the spur of the moment and had dedicated to his Beloved.  “Thou are the Day-Star of guidance,” ran its glad refrain.  “Thou are the Light of Truth.  Unveil Thyself to men, O Revealer of the Turth.”  Although, in later years, that poem obtained wide circulation among his people, and it became known that a certain dervish, surnamed Majdhub, and whose name was Mustafa Big-i-Sanandji, had, without premeditation, composed it in praise of his Beloved, none seemed to be aware to whom it actually referred, nor did anyone suspect, at a time when Bahá’u’lláh was still veiled from the eyes of men, that this dervish alone had recognized His station and discovered His glory.”  (1975 reprinted British edition, pages 80-81)

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