The Thorn-Picker’s Hut

On one occasion ‘Abdu’l-Bahá told about a happy day in ‘Iráq: “Once, when I lived in Baghdád, I was invited to the house of a poor thorn-picker. In Baghdád the heat is greater even than in Syria; and it was a very hot day. But I walked twelve miles to the thorn-picker’s hut. Then his wife made a little cake out of some meal for Me and burnt it in cooking it, so that it was a black, hard lump. Still that was the best reception I ever attended.”

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