The Babs and Their Prophet
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The Babs and Their Prophet

Laurence Oliphant
published in Haifa, or Life in Modern Palestine pp. 103-107

Edinburgh: William Blackwood, 1887

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Note by Brent Poirier

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1. Four-page excerpt, HTML

HAIFA, Nov. 7 [1882?]

The Nahr N'aman, called by the ancients the river Belus, rises in a large
marsh at the base of a mound in the plain of Acre called the Tell Kurdany, and, after a short
course of four miles, fed by the swampy ground through which it passes, it attains considerable
dimensions. Before falling into the sea it winds through an extensive date-grove, and then,
twisting its way between banks of fine sand, falls into the ocean scarcely two miles from the
walls of Acre. Pliny tells us that glass was first made by the ancients from the sands of this river,
and the numerous specimens of old glass which I found in grubbing bear testimony to the
extensive usage of this material in the neighbourbood. The beach at its mouth was also celebrated as a locality where the shells which yielded the Tyrian purple were to be found in great
abundance, and I have succeeded in extracting the dye from some of those I have collected here.
It was also renowned for a colossal statue of Memnon, which, according to Pliny, was upon its
banks, but the site of this has not been accurately identified. The only point of attraction now
upon its waters is a garden belonging to an eminent Persian, whose residence at Acre is invested
with such peculiar interest that I made an expedition to his pleasure-ground on the chance of
discovering something more in regard to him than it was possible to do at Haifa.

Turning sharply to the right before reaching Acre, and passing beneath the mound upon
which Napoleon planted his batteries in 1799, we enter a grove of date-trees by a road bordered
with high cactus hedges, and finally reach a causeway which traverses a small lake formed by the
waters of the Belus, and which, crossing one arm of the river, lands us upon an island which it
encircles. This island, which is about two hundred yards long by scarcely a hundred wide, is all
laid out in flower-beds and planted with ornamental shrubs and with fruit-trees. Coming upon it
suddenly it is like a scene in fairy land. In the centre is a plashing [sic] fountain from which the
water is conveyed to all parts of the garden. The flower-beds are all bordered with neat edges of
stone-work, and are sunk below the irrigating channels. Over a marble bed the waters from the
fountain come rippling down in a broad stream to a bower of bliss, where two immense and
venerable mulberry-trees cast an impenetrable shade over a platform with seats along the entire
length of one side, protected by a balustrade projecting over the waters of the Belus, which here
runs in a clear stream, fourteen or fifteen feet wide and two or three deep, over a pebbly bottom,
where fish of considerable size, and evidently preserved, are darting fearlessly about, or coming
up to the steps to be fed. The stream is fringed with weeping willows, and the spot, with its
wealth of water, its thick shade, and air fragrant with jasmine and orange blossoms, forms an
ideal retreat from the heats of summer. The sights and sounds are all suggestive of langour and
dolce far niente, of that peculiar condition known to Orientals as kief, when the senses are lulled
by the sounds of murmuring water, the odours of fragrant plants the flickering shadows of
foliage, or the gorgeous tints of flowers and the fumes of the narghileh.

The gardener, a sedate Persian in a tall cap, who kept the place in scrupulous order, gave us a
dignified welcome. His master, he said, would not come till the afternoon, and if we disappeared
before his arrival we were welcome to spread our luncheon on his table under the mulberry-trees,
and sit round it on his chairs; nay, further, he even extended his hospitality to providing us with
hot water.

Thus it was that we took possession of Abbas Effendi's garden before I had the honour of
making that gentleman's acquaintance, an act of no little audacity, when I inform you that he
claims to be the eldest son of the last incarnation of the Deity. As his father is alive and resident
at Acre — if one may venture to talk of such a being as resident anywhere — my anxiety to see the
son was only exceeded by my curiosity to investigate the father. But this, as I shall presently
explain, seems a hope that is not to be realized. Meantime I shall proceed to give you, so far as I
have been able to learn, an account of who Abbas Effendi's father is, and all that I know about
him, premising always that I only do so subject to any modification which further investigation
may suggest.

It is now forty-eight years since a young man of three-and-twenty appeared at the shrine
of Hussein, the grandson of the Prophet, who was made a martyr at Kerbela. He was said to have
been born at Shiraz, the son of a merchant there, and his name was Ali Mohammad. It is
supposed that lie derived his religious opinions from a certain Indian Mussulman, called Achsai,
who instituted a system of reform, and made many disciples. Whether this is so or not, the young
Persian soon acquired a pre-eminent reputation for sanctity, and the boldness and enthusiasm of
his preaching and the revolutionary sentiments be uttered attracted many to his teaching. So far
as I have been able to judge, he preached a pure morality of tile loftiest character, denouncing the
abuses of existing Islam as Christ did the Judaism of his day, and fearlessly incurring the hostility
of Persian Phariseeism. A member himself of the Shiite sect of Moslems, he sought to reform. it,
as being the state religion of Persia, and finally went so far as to proclaim himself at Kufa, the
bab, or door, through which alone man could approach God. At the same time be announced that
he was the Mahdi, or last Imam who was descended from Ali, the son-in-law of the Prophet,
and whom the Shiites believe to have been an incarnation of the Deity. Mahdi is supposed by all
Persian Moslems not to have died, but to be awaiting in concealment the coming of the last day.

As may be imagined, the sudden appearance after so many centuries of a reformer who
claimed to be none other than the long-expected divine manifestation, created no little consternation throughout Persia, more especially as, according to tradition, the time had arrived when such
a manifestation was to be looked for, and men's minds were prepared for the event. The Persian
enthusiast, as soon as his preaching became popular and his pretensions vast, roused the most
violent hostility, and he was executed at Tabriz in 1849, after a brief career of fourteen years, at
the early age of thirty-seven. The tragic circumstances attending his death enhanced his glory,
for he was repeatedly offered his life if he would consent to abate his claims, or even leave the
country. He preferred, however, a martyr's crown, and was executed in the presence of a vast
multitude, leaving behind him a numerous and fanatic sect, who have since then been known as
the Babs, and whose belief in the founder subsequent persecutions on the part of the government
have only served to confirm.

The Bab before his execution gave it to be understood that though be was apparently
about to die, he, or rather the divine incarnation of which he was the subject, would shortly
reappear in the person of his successor, whom, I believe he named secretly. I do not exactly
know when the present claimant first made known his pretensions to be that successor, but, at all
events, he was universally acknowledged by the Bab sect, now numbering some hundreds of
thousands, and became so formidable a personage, being a man of high lineage — indeed, it is
whispered that he is a relative of the Shah himself that he was made prisoner by the government
and sent into exile. The Sultan of Turkey kindly undertook to provide for his incarceration, and
for some years he was a state prisoner at Adrianople. Finally he was transported from that place
to Acre, on giving his parole to remain quietly there and not return to Persia, and here he has
been living ever since, an object of adoration to his countrymen, who flock hither to visit him,
who load him with gifts, and over two hundred of whom remain here as a sort of permanent
body-guard.

He is visible only to women or men of the poorest class, and obstinately refuses to let his
face be seen by any man above the rank of a fellah or peasant.[see note] Indeed, his own disciples who
visit him are only allowed a glimpse of his august back, and in retiring from that they have to
back out with their faces towards it. I have seen a lady who has been honoured with an
interview, during which he said nothing beyond giving her his blessing, and after about three
minutes motioned to her to retire. She describes him as a man of probably about seventy years of
age, but much younger- looking, as he dyes both his hair and his beard black, but of a very mild
and benevolent cast of countenance. He lives at a villa in the plain, about two miles
beyond Acre, which he has rented from a Syrian gentleman of my acquaintance, who tells me
that he always turns away so that his face shall not be seen. Indeed, the most profound secrecy is
maintained in regard to him and the religious tenets of his sect.

Not long ago, however public curiosity was gratified, for one of his Persian followers
stabbed another for having been unworthy of some religious trust, and the great man himself was
summoned as a witness.

"Will you tell the court who and what you are?" was the first question put. "I will
begin," he replied, "by telling you who I am not. I am not a camel driver" this was an allusion to
the Prophet Mohammed "nor am I the son of a carpenter" this in allusion to Christ. "This is as
much as I can tell you to-day. If you will now let me retire, I will you tomorrow who I am."

Upon this promise he was let go; but the morrow never came. With an enormous bribe he
had in the interval purchased an exemption from all further attendance at court.

That his wealth is fabulous may be gathered from the fact that not long since a Persian
emir or prince, possessing large estates, came and offered them all, if in return he would only
allow him to fill his water-jars. The offer was considered worthy of acceptance, and the emir is
at this moment a gardener in the grounds which I saw over the wall of my friend's villa. This is
only once instance of the devotion with which he is regarded, and of the honours which are paid
to him: indeed, when we remember that he is believed to possess the attributes of Deity, this is
not to be wondered a. Meantime his disciples are patiently waiting for his turn to come, which
will be on the last day, when his divine character will be recognized by unbelievers.

2. Note by Brent Poirier

Oliphant states that he wants to report what he has heard about Bahá'u'lláh:

"...I shall proceed to give you, so far as I have been able to learn, an account of who Abbas Effendi's father is, and all that I know about him, premising always that I only do so subject to any modification which further investigation may suggest."

Inasmuch as Oliphant himself acknowledges that his report may require revision, I wanted to make an observation regarding Oliphant's description of Bahá'u'lláh's seating arrangements while people visited Him:

"He is visible only to women or men of the poorest class, and obstinately refuses to let his face be seen by any man above the rank of a fellah or peasant. Indeed, his own disciples who visit him are only allowed a glimpse of his august back..."

This is not reported in any English-language translations of the many pilgrim accounts, nor of the reports from non-Bahá'ís which have come to us.

Oliphant mentions the seating arrangement in the Garden of Ridvan: "Over a marble bed the waters from the fountain come rippling down in a broad stream to a bower of bliss, where two immense and venerable mulberry-trees cast an impenetrable shade over a platform with seats along the entire length of one side..." This is faithfully reflected in the seats in the garden today -- benches in a rectangular arrangement around the mulberry trees. The spot where Bahá'u'lláh used to sit is marked today, and preserved from others sitting in it, by a row of pots placed immediately before it. It would have been impossible for Bahá'u'lláh to turn His back to His guests while seated on this bench. The spot where He sat has an arm-rest, and there is only one posture possible for the human frame on this seat.

I have found a record of a recent Bahá'í Pilgrimage on the Internet, and this photograph shows what I mean:
heima.olivant.fo/~sueroy/pilgrimage/17.html . The woman in this picture is actually directly facing where Bahá'u'lláh sat, on a bench that is the mirror image of the one on which she is seated.

I would also point out that in Professor Edward Granville Browne's description of his first dramatic interview with Bahá'u'lláh -- a non-Bahá'í Cambridge professor of a standing considerably "above the rank of a fellah or peasant" -- he specifies how Bahá'u'lláh was seated in His room in the Mansion of Bahji. Browne obviously had no problem seeing Bahá'u'lláh's face:
"...I found myself in a large apartment along the upper end of which ran a low divan, while on the side opposite to the door were placed two or three chairs. Though I dimly suspected whither I was going and whom I was to behold (for no distinct intimation had been given to me) a second or two elapsed ere, with a throb of wonder and awe, I became definitely conscious that the room was not untenanted. In the corner where the divan met the wall sat a wondrous and venerable figure, crowned with a felt head-dress of the kind called taj by dervishes (but of unusual height and make), round the base of which was wound a small white turban. The face of him on whom I gazed I can never forget, though I cannot describe it. Those piercing eyes seemed to read one's very soul; power and authority sat on that ample brow; while the deep lines on the forehead and face implied an age which the jet-black hair and beard flowing down in indistinguishable luxuriance almost to the waist seemed to belie...."
(Quoted in Balyuzi, "Bahá'u'lláh the King of Glory," Oxford: George Ronald, p. 372)
This divan is today preserved in the manner which Bahá'u'lláh was accustomed to keep it, with a taj of His marking the spot where He sat, in His room in the Mansion of Bahji. There is thus a physical restraint similar to the seating arrangements in the Garden of Ridvan: Bahá'u'lláh could not turn His back to His audience while seated on his favorite spot on the divan.

It is recorded in Bahá'í histories that toward the latter part of His life, Bahá'u'lláh did not often grant interviews, other than to Bahá'í pilgrims. This is mentioned, for example, on page 354 of Balyuzi's "Bahá'u'lláh, The King of Glory," and also in an enlightening narrative from one of Bahá'u'lláh's grand-daughters (The Chosen Highway, p. 99)

Shoghi Effendi records that although Bahá'u'lláh rarely granted interviews, He received as visitors a European general and the governor of `Akka, and that they remained kneeling outside the door to His room. (God Passes By, p. 192) At this stage in His life, Bahá'u'lláh preferred to spend His days in revealing Tablets and inspiring His followers. Contacts with officials, service to the poor, and responses to inquirers, were generally handled by `Abdu'l-Bahá on Bahá'u'lláh's behalf. (The Chosen Highway, p. 99)

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