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Bahá’u’lláh’s Declaration of His Mission

The greatest of Bahá’í festivals, the Festival of Ridván, is here. For a period of 12 days starting on April 21st, Bahá’ís around the world will celebrate Bahá’u’lláh’s public declaration of His mission, an event which took place on the eve of His departure from Baghdád for Constantinople. No less than three Holy Days are celebrated in the course of this time period, and elections for Local and National Spiritual Assemblies take place.

The significance of Ridván for Bahá’ís can’t be overstated. In 1844, the Báb had arisen to proclaim the coming of a great Messenger from God, the Promised One of all religions. During His six-year ministry, which culminated in His public execution on July 9, 1850, the Báb called the people of Persia to purify themselves in preparation for the arrival of “He whom God shall make manifest.” Bahá’u’lláh, one of the Báb’s foremost followers, was imprisoned in 1853 on false charges. While in prison, He experienced a revelation from God in which He learned that He was to be that Promised One. But upon His release from prison a few months later, He told no one of this experience. Indeed, for ten years, the entire duration of His exile in Baghdád, He kept silent on this matter. Even so, His character, wisdom, and deep spiritual insight affected all who came into contact with Him.

His growing influence prompted the authorities to seek to move Him to another place. Baghdád was an important crossroads at that time, and it was feared that the new religion might be spread far and wide if He were permitted to stay there, coming into contact with travelers from all quarters. Arrangements were therefore made to transfer Bahá’u’lláh and His party to Constantinople.

On the eve of His departure, Bahá’u’lláh took up residence in a garden which has since become known to Bahá’ís as the Garden of Ridván. (Just to confuse matters, there is also a Garden of Ridván near Mazra’ih and Bahjí, where Bahá’u’lláh spent His last days.) He spent 12 days there in preparation for the long journey ahead. Guests flowed into the garden, rich and poor, powerful and lowly, all paying respects to the great Personage whose influence had touched them all. Sometime during the midst of all this activity, Bahá’u’lláh declared to the gathered Bábís that He was the Promised One spoken of by the Báb.

“Ridván” means “Paradise”, from which we can gather something of what the atmosphere must have felt like during that 12-day period. In God Passes By, Shoghi Effendi recounts the tale thus:

Of the exact circumstances attending that epoch-making Declaration we, alas, are but scantily informed. The words Bahá’u’lláh actually uttered on that occasion, the manner of His Declaration, the reaction it produced, its impact on Mirzá Yahyá [Bahá’u’lláh’s half-brother, who later tried to usurp His position and made several attempts on His life], the identity of those who were privileged to hear Him, are shrouded in an obscurity which future historians will find it difficult to penetrate. The fragmentary description left to posterity by His chronicler Nabíl is one of the very few authentic records we possess of the memorable days He spent in that garden. “Every day,” Nabíl has related, “ere the hour of dawn, the gardeners would pick the roses which lined the four avenues of the garden, and would pile them in the center of the floor of His blessed tent. So great would be the heap that when His companions gathered to drink their morning tea in His presence, they would be unable to see each other across it. All these roses Bahá’u’lláh would, with His own hands, entrust to those whom He dismissed from His presence every morning to be delivered, on His behalf, to His Arab and Persian friends in the city.” “One night,” he continues, “the ninth night of the waxing moon, I happened to be one of those who watched beside His blessed tent. As the hour of midnight approached, I saw Him issue from His tent, pass by the places where some of His companions were sleeping, and begin to pace up and down the moonlit, flower-bordered avenues of the garden. So loud was the singing of the nightingales on every side that only those who were near Him could hear distinctly His voice. He continued to walk until, pausing in the midst of one of these avenues, He observed: ‘Consider these nightingales. So great is their love for these roses, that sleepless from dusk till dawn, they warble their melodies and commune with burning passion with the object of their adoration. How then can those who claim to be afire with the rose-like beauty of the Beloved choose to sleep?’ For three successive nights I watched and circled round His blessed tent. Every time I passed by the couch whereon He lay, I would find Him wakeful, and every day, from morn till eventide, I would see Him ceaselessly engaged in conversing with the stream of visitors who kept flowing in from Baghdád. Not once could I discover in the words He spoke any trace of dissimulation.”
(p. 153)

Many years later, Bahá’u’lláh would designate the Festival of Ridván “the Most Great Festival” and specify that the first, ninth, and twelfth days should be celebrated as Holy Days. The Bahá’í administrative year now begins on the First Day of Ridván with the election of Local and National Spiritual Assemblies as prescribed by ‘Abdu’l-Bahá and Shoghi Effendi. This is not accidental. The elections that renew the administrative order become part of the festivities.

Have a very happy Ridván!

by Dale E. Lehman
Appeared: 04/08/2000
Revised: 04/21/2001

Abuse and Violence

I’m happy to announce the release of my new book called:  Abuse and Violence:  Reasons and Remedies.  It’s a compilation from the Bahá’í Writings and offers many quotes not found in other sources.  For more information, please go to:

According to the United Nations one in three women will experience violence during her lifetime and one in six men will be abused.  The Bahá’í Writings teach:  “Among the signs of moral downfall in the declining social order are the high incidence of violence within the family, the increase in degrading and cruel treatment of spouses and children, and the spread of sexual abuse. It is essential that the members of the community of the Greatest Name take the utmost care not to be drawn into acceptance of such practices because of their prevalence. They must be ever mindful of their obligation to exemplify a new way of life distinguished by its respect for the dignity and rights of all people, by its exalted moral tone, and by its freedom from oppression and from all forms of abuse.”

The struggle to end violence on this planet is a battle on four levels – emotional, intellectual, spiritual, physical.  It requires every bit of our strength, our courage, our fierceness.  It means speaking out when everyone says to be quiet.  It means going the distance to hold perpetrators accountable for their actions, even when we know that punishment does not make abusive people behave better.  It means honoring the truth even if it means losing family, country and friends.  It means developing the spiritual muscle to enter and survive the grief that violence brings and, in that dangerous space of stunned unknowing, inviting the deeper wisdom.

The process of healing from violence is long and happens in stages.

Those of us who have been abused have a responsibility to turn something horrible into something positive, by sharing our stories.   We have to experience our rage, depression and desire for revenge and transform them through grieving and teaching and service.

In every community there are humble activist working every day, to undo suffering.  They sit by hospital beds, pass new laws, write boring proposals, beg for money, open safe houses, demonstrate and hold vigils in the streets.  We have not given up hope, but we are exhausted.  Yet with everything, we still laugh, work and continue to go on.  Despite it all, we still have the biggest, most sincere smile on our faces and demonstrate to others the enormous strength of the human spirit.  We know that compassion is the deepest form of memory.

If we were to hate the perpetrators, the perpetrators would have won.

Inequality is the primary form of violence.  Whether we were molested as children, raped or beaten in North America, stoned and publicly shamed in Pakistan, abducted and disappeared in Chile, suffered female genital mutilation in Kenya, subjected to systematic and widespread gang rape in Bosnia, beaten to death for not wearing a veil in Afghanistan, sold into sexual slavery in Northern Africa, burned with acid in Pakistan, sex-selective abortions and infanticide in China, dowry-related deaths and honor killings in India, beaten for refusing to have sex with a husband in Egypt,  honor killings in Bangladesh and women slowly being made extinct through gender genocide and war in Afghanistan and Iraq . . . the list goes on and on.

Every woman’s story is my story too.  I am a Canadian, I am a Bahá’í.  I am a citizen of the World.  I embrace the experience of women all over the world and I help them realize that we are one, that united we can face anything.  For more information, please go to: