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Story #1
in old days, a man and his family lived in a village. One day, the man rides his horse, and goes to forest. There he stops and takes a break. In the forest, another horse comes near his horse and becomes friends. Thus, when he goes back to the village, people see him, coming back with a second horse. They say, you were lucky, you have two horses now.
Thus, next time, when he goes to the forest, he takes his son with him. The son rides the new horse. On the way, the son falls off the horse, and breaks his leg. When they come back, people say, you were unlucky, because this new horse caused your son to fall and break his legs.
He says, I don't know really, if this was a good or bad luck...
Some days later, a war happens, and they come to village to take yonge men as soldiers. When they come to the man's house, they see his son's leg is broken, so they don't take him.
People say, you were lucky with this new horse. Although your son fell and broke his leg, but Now, your son does not have to go to war and risk his life.
The man says, I dont really if it is a good luck or bad......
Story #2
Story #2, is from Baha'u'llah. I copy from His writings:
There was once a lover, it is said, who had sighed for long years in separation from his beloved, and wasted in the fire of remoteness. From the rule of love, his breast was void of patience and his body weary of his spirit; he reckoned life without her as a mockery, and the world consumed him away. How many a day he found no respite from his longing; how many a night the pain of her kept him from sleep. His body was worn to a sigh, and his heart’s wound had turned him to a cry of sorrow. A thousand lives would he freely have given for one taste of the cup of her presence, and yet even this was not within his reach. The doctors knew no cure for him, and companions avoided his company; yea, physicians have no remedy for one sick of love, unless the favour of the beloved deliver him.
At last the tree of his longing yielded the fruit of despair, and the fire of his hope fell to ashes. Then one night he could bear life no more, and he left his house for the marketplace. On a sudden, a watchman followed after him. He broke into a run, with the watchman in swift pursuit; then other watchmen came together and barred every passage to the weary one. And that wretched one cried from his heart, and ran here and there, and moaned to himself, “Surely this watchman is ‘Izrá’íl, my angel of death, following so fast upon me, or he is a tyrant of men, prompted by hatred and malice.” His feet carried him on—that hapless one bleeding with the arrow of love—while his heart lamented. Then he came to a garden wall, and with untold pain and trouble he scaled it. He saw that it was very high; yet, forgetting his life, he threw himself down into the garden.
And there he beheld his beloved with a lamp in her hand, searching for a ring she had lost. When the heart-surrendered lover looked upon his ravishing love, he drew a great breath and lifted his hands in prayer, crying, “O God! Bestow honour upon the watchman, and riches and long life. For the watchman was Gabriel, guiding this poor one; or he was Isráfíl, bringing life to this wretched one!”
Indeed, his words were true; for he had found many a secret justice in this seeming tyranny of the watchman, and had seen how many a mercy lay hid behind the veil. In one stroke of wrath, the guard had joined one who was athirst in the desert of love to the sea of the beloved, and dispelled the darkness of separation with the shining light of reunion. He had led one who was afar to the garden of nearness, and guided an ailing soul to the heart’s physician.
Now if the lover could have seen the end, he would from the beginning have blessed the watchman, prayed God on his behalf, and seen his tyranny as justice; but since the end was veiled to him, he lamented and made his plaint in the beginning. Yet those who journey in the garden land of true knowledge,since they see the end in the beginning, behold peace in war and conciliation in enmity.
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in old days, a man and his family lived in a village. One day, the man rides his horse, and goes to forest. There he stops and takes a break. In the forest, another horse comes near his horse and becomes friends. Thus, when he goes back to the village, people see him, coming back with a second horse. They say, you were lucky, you have two horses now.
Thus, next time, when he goes to the forest, he takes his son with him. The son rides the new horse. On the way, the son falls off the horse, and breaks his leg. When they come back, people say, you were unlucky, because this new horse caused your son to fall and break his legs.
He says, I don't know really, if this was a good or bad luck...
Some days later, a war happens, and they come to village to take yonge men as soldiers. When they come to the man's house, they see his son's leg is broken, so they don't take him.
People say, you were lucky with this new horse. Although your son fell and broke his leg, but Now, your son does not have to go to war and risk his life.
The man says, I dont really if it is a good luck or bad......
Story #2
Story #2, is from Baha'u'llah. I copy from His writings:
There was once a lover, it is said, who had sighed for long years in separation from his beloved, and wasted in the fire of remoteness. From the rule of love, his breast was void of patience and his body weary of his spirit; he reckoned life without her as a mockery, and the world consumed him away. How many a day he found no respite from his longing; how many a night the pain of her kept him from sleep. His body was worn to a sigh, and his heart’s wound had turned him to a cry of sorrow. A thousand lives would he freely have given for one taste of the cup of her presence, and yet even this was not within his reach. The doctors knew no cure for him, and companions avoided his company; yea, physicians have no remedy for one sick of love, unless the favour of the beloved deliver him.
At last the tree of his longing yielded the fruit of despair, and the fire of his hope fell to ashes. Then one night he could bear life no more, and he left his house for the marketplace. On a sudden, a watchman followed after him. He broke into a run, with the watchman in swift pursuit; then other watchmen came together and barred every passage to the weary one. And that wretched one cried from his heart, and ran here and there, and moaned to himself, “Surely this watchman is ‘Izrá’íl, my angel of death, following so fast upon me, or he is a tyrant of men, prompted by hatred and malice.” His feet carried him on—that hapless one bleeding with the arrow of love—while his heart lamented. Then he came to a garden wall, and with untold pain and trouble he scaled it. He saw that it was very high; yet, forgetting his life, he threw himself down into the garden.
And there he beheld his beloved with a lamp in her hand, searching for a ring she had lost. When the heart-surrendered lover looked upon his ravishing love, he drew a great breath and lifted his hands in prayer, crying, “O God! Bestow honour upon the watchman, and riches and long life. For the watchman was Gabriel, guiding this poor one; or he was Isráfíl, bringing life to this wretched one!”
Indeed, his words were true; for he had found many a secret justice in this seeming tyranny of the watchman, and had seen how many a mercy lay hid behind the veil. In one stroke of wrath, the guard had joined one who was athirst in the desert of love to the sea of the beloved, and dispelled the darkness of separation with the shining light of reunion. He had led one who was afar to the garden of nearness, and guided an ailing soul to the heart’s physician.
Now if the lover could have seen the end, he would from the beginning have blessed the watchman, prayed God on his behalf, and seen his tyranny as justice; but since the end was veiled to him, he lamented and made his plaint in the beginning. Yet those who journey in the garden land of true knowledge,since they see the end in the beginning, behold peace in war and conciliation in enmity.
The Call of the Divine Beloved | Bahá’í Reference Library
Seven Tablets revealed by Bahá’u’lláh on mystical themes, including the poem Rashḥ-i-‘Amá and new translations of the Seven Valleys and the Four Valleys.
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