There is a deeper meaning behind the mundane
I started writing because I was afraid of how easily thoughts would disappear. Not the important—but the small ones. How light shifts when I leave a room. The sound of a page turning in the night.
Small observations. They don’t ask to be understood. Only to be recorded and maybe read, slowly.
— Lucía M.
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≻: Iran in History
In November of 1817 AD, Mírzá Ḥusayn-ʻAlí Núrí was born in Tehran, Iran. His title, Bahá’u’lláh, is the Name invoked by Bahá’ís in times of…
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≻: The Road to Cincinnati
Around mid-morning the van is parked by a sign indicating Tennessee to the right and Kansas to the left. The passengers get out of the…
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≻: 3. A Visitor From Heaven
The next morning Carol felt tired and a little sick. “Carol, are you okay?” asked June. “I feel lethargic this morning. Maybe I could use a bath.” Carol…
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