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"The earth is but one country, and mankind its citizens."
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"The earth is but one country, and mankind its citizens."
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*A retelling for children, based on Nabíl's **Dawn-Breakers** (Chapters XII and XV).*
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High in the cold mountains of north-western Persia, on the very edge of the land, there stood a fortress on a steep cliff. It was called Máh-Kú. The powerful men who ran the country had chosen it on purpose, because it was one of the most far-away, lonely places they could think of. And to this fortress, in the year 1847, they sent the Báb.
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Why would they want to send Him so far away? Because people everywhere were beginning to listen to Him, and that frightened them.
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For a while, the Báb had been living in the city of Iṣfáhán, safe under the protection of a kind governor named Manúchihr Khán. But when Manúchihr Khán died, that protection was gone. The religious leaders of the city began to demand that the Báb be taken away. So the prime minister of the ruler, Muḥammad Sháh, made his decision: send the Báb to the frontier fortress of Máh-Kú, hundreds of miles to the north, where surely no one would follow.
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The journey there was very long. It wound north through one town after another, then through Qum and the great capital, Ṭihrán. The Báb was led *around* the capital city rather than through it, because the prime minister did not even want Him to enter. On and on the road climbed, across rugged mountain country, until at last it reached the little town beneath the rock of Máh-Kú.
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The people who lived near the fortress were strangers to the Báb, and the authorities expected them to be unfriendly. The warden in charge of the prison, a man named 'Alí Khán, was given strict orders. The Báb was to be kept in a single cell. No visitors. None at all.
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But something happened that no one had planned.
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Within just a few weeks, the warden 'Alí Khán — the very man ordered to keep the Báb locked away — found himself treating his prisoner with deep respect. Within a few months, he was doing something astonishing: in his own house, he set aside a special room for the believers who had begun to arrive. For they *were* arriving, traveling all the way across Persia, over those hard mountains, just to be near the Báb.
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The villagers changed too. The same people who had once been suspicious of the stranger in their fortress now came every day to ask for His blessing. They named their new babies after Him. When their crops grew well, they believed it was because of His prayers. The lonely place meant to shut Him away had instead fallen in love with Him.
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And inside that mountain cell, the Báb was writing. With only small sheets of paper allowed Him, He wrote, in His own hand, the most important book of His teaching, called the *Persian Bayán*. As believers visited, they quietly carried copies away with them, so His words could travel out into the world.
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When the prime minister heard that the prison had become a place people journeyed to on purpose — almost like a pilgrimage — he was alarmed all over again. So he ordered the Báb moved to a fortress even more remote than the first: a place called Chihríq, among people even more cut off from the rest of the country.
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And then the very same thing happened a second time. The new warden softened. The important people of the area came to call. Believers traveled in from far provinces to see Him. The cell at Chihríq became, just like Máh-Kú before it, a place full of His writings and visitors.
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Together, these two mountain prisons held the Báb for almost the last two years of His life. The whole plan had been to silence Him — to make the world forget He existed.
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But here is the wonderful thing, and it is worth remembering. *The mountain that had been chosen to bury His voice became the pulpit from which it carried farthest.* The harder they tried to hide His light, the brighter and farther it shone. Sometimes the place that seems most lonely and forgotten becomes the very place from which something beautiful spreads to the whole world.
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*This is a retelling for children. For the fuller account, see ["Across the Mountains: The Báb's Journey to Máh-Kú and Chihríq"](/stories/db-bab-mah-ku-chihriq-prison-journey).*
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Source
by Nabíl-i-A'ẓam · 1932 · Bahá'í Publishing Trust
Read the original at www.bahai.org/library/other-literature/historical/dawn-break