An Abiding Impression: Bahíyyih Khánum's Winter in Adrianople
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Adrianople (today: Edirne, Turkey)
The five-year exile of the household of Bahá'u'lláh in Adrianople — modern Edirne, in European Turkey — has left in Bahá'í memory many large images: the proclamation of His station to the kings, the betrayals of Mírzá Yaḥyá, the eventual decree of banishment to 'Akká. In Shoghi Effendi's 1932 tribute to Bahíyyih Khánum, the period also has a smaller and more personal record. It is the record of what those years did to her body.
The rigours of a winter of exceptional severity, coupled with the privations entailed by unhealthy housing accommodation and dire financial distress, undermined once for all her health and sapped the vitality which she had hitherto so thoroughly enjoyed.
She was in her early twenties. She had grown up in Tihrán, then in Baghdád, then in Constantinople, then in Adrianople. She had seldom been ill. The combination of the Adrianople winter — a European-style winter of snow and damp the family had not previously experienced — with the inadequate fuel and unhealthy walls of the rented houses to which they had been moved, and the financial distress that had reduced what they could buy in the markets, broke a constitution that had been one of the strongest in the household.
She survived. But she was never afterwards entirely well. The years in 'Akká that followed, then the long ministry through her brother's life, then the long widowhood after His ascension — all were lived with a quietly diminished body that the Adrianople winter had cost her.
The Guardian's tribute then records the visible mark.
The stress and storm of that period made an abiding impression upon her mind, and she retained till the time of her death on her beauteous and angelic face evidences of its intense hardships.
The face that the believers of three generations would afterwards recognise — composed, luminous, with the slight pallor that visitors often remarked on — carried, for the rest of her life, the trace of a winter she had once endured for her father's sake.
The detail is gentle. It does not insist on its own significance. But it places, alongside the great Tablets revealed in Adrianople, the smaller and simultaneous biography of a daughter who paid in her body for the work that was being done in those upper rooms.
Paraphrased from Bahíyyih Khánum: The Greatest Holy Leaf (Bahá'í World Centre); Section III.6, Shoghi Effendi's tribute. Public domain text from Project Gutenberg eBook #19242. See original for full text.
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