A boy attending a village school had been flogged and sent out for failure in his writing
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When in Bahá'í history
Sulaymáníyyih (today: Sulaymaniyah, Iraq)
A boy attending a village school had been flogged and sent out for failure in his writing. While he was weeping outside the schoolroom, this holy man came by and asked the cause of his grief. When the lad had explained his trouble the Dervish said: 'Do not grieve. I will set you another copy, and teach you to write well.' He then took the boy's slate and wrote some words in very beautiful characters. The boy was delighted; and showing his slate in pride at now having a better master than he had had in the school, the people were astonished, Dervishes being commonly illiterate. They then began to follow the Dervish; who, wishing to meditate and pray in solitude, left that place for another. When we heard these things, we were convinced that this Dervish was in truth our beloved one. But having no means to send him any word, or to hear further of him, we were very sad.
Source: Myron Henry Phelps and Bahiyyih Khánum, Life and Teachings of Abbas Effendi, p. 21-22
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