Memorials of the Faithful
Sháh-Muhammad, who had
the title of Amín, the
Trusted One, was among the earliest of believers, and most
deeply enamored. He had listened to the Divine summons
in the flower of his youth, and set his face toward the
Kingdom. He had ripped from his gaze the veils of idle
suppositions and had won his heart's desire; neither the
fancies current among the people nor the reproaches of
which he was the target turned him back. Unshaken, he
stood and faced a sea of troubles; staunch with the
strength of the Advent day, he confronted those who tried
to thwart him and block his path. The more they sought
to instill doubts in his mind, the stronger he became; the
more they tormented him, the more progress he made. He
was a captive of the face of God, enslaved by the beauty
of the All-Glorious; a flame of God's love, a jetting fountain
of the knowledge of Him.
Love smoldered in his heart, so that he had no peace;
and when he could bear the absence of the Beloved One
no more, he left his native home, the province of Yazd.
He found the desert sands like silk under his feet; light
as the wind's breath, he passed over the mountains and
across the endless plains, until he stood at the door of his
Love. He had freed himself from the snare of separation, and in `Iráq, he entered the presence of Bahá'u'lláh.
Once he made his way into the home of the Darling of
mankind, he was emptied of every thought, released from
every concern, and became the recipient of boundless
favor and grace. He passed some days in `Iráq and was directed
to return to Persia. There he remained for a time,
frequenting the believers; and his pure breathings stirred
each one of them anew, so that each one yearned over the
Faith, and became more restless, more impatient than before.
Later he arrived at the Most Great Prison with Mirzá
Abu'l-Hasan, the second Amín. On this journey he met
with severe hardships, for it was extremely difficult to find
a way into the prison. Finally he was received by Bahá'u'lláh
in the public baths. Mirzá Abu'l-Hasan was so overwhelmed
at the majestic presence of his Lord that he
shook, stumbled, and fell to the floor; his head was injured
and the blood flowed out.
Amín, that is Sháh-Muhammad, was honored with the
title of the Trusted One, and bounties were showered upon
him. Full of eagerness and love, taking with him Tablets
from Bahá'u'lláh, he hastened back to Persia, where, at all
times worthy of trust, he labored for the Cause. His services
were outstanding, and he was a consolation to the believers'
hearts. There was none to compare with him for
energy, enthusiasm and zeal, and no man's services could
equal his. He was a haven amidst the people, known everywhere
for devotion to the Holy Threshold, widely acclaimed
by the friends.
He never rested for a moment. Not one night did he
spend on a bed of ease, never did he lay down his head on
comfort's pillow. He was continuously in flight, soaring as
the birds do, running like a deer, guesting in the desert of
oneness, alone and swift. He brought joy to all the believers;
to all, his coming was good news; to every seeker, he was a sign and token. He was enamored of God, a vagrant in the desert of God's love. Like the wind, he traveled over
the face of the plains, and he was restive on the heights
of the hills. He was in a different country every day, and
in yet another land by nightfall. Never did he rest, never
was he still. He was forever rising up to serve.
But then they took him prisoner in Ádhirbayján, in the
town of Miyándu'áb. He fell a prey to some ruthless
Kurds, a hostile band who asked no questions of the innocent,
defenseless man. Believing that this stranger, like
other foreigners, wished ill to the Kurdish people, and
taking him for worthless, they killed him.
When news of his martyrdom reached the Prison, all
the captives grieved, and they shed tears for him, resigned
to God and undefended as he was in his last hour. Even
on the countenance of Bahá'u'lláh, there were visible tokens
of grief. A Tablet, infinitely tender, was revealed by
the Supreme Pen, commemorating the man who died on
that calamitous plain, and many other Tablets were sent
down concerning him.
Today, under the shadowing mercy of God, he dwells
in the bright Heavens. He communes with the birds of
holiness, and in the assemblage of splendors he is immersed
in light. The memory and praise of him shall remain, till
the end of time, in the pages of books and on the tongues
and lips of men.
Unto him be salutations and praise; upon him be the
glory of the All-Glorious; upon him be the most great
mercy of God.
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