Personal diary of John Barnabas (aka Barney) Leith
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Just a week ago, my father-in-law David Lewis’s funeral took place. He had been an NCO and sapper during the Second World War, spending time in North Africa and Italy. After the war he married, had two children, worked as an architect for Glamorgan County Council and subsequently for Hampshire County Council and lived an [...]
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The sun has gone down on Friday 20th March. It’s Naw-Rúz, the Baha’i New Year!
Happy Naw-Rúz to one and all!
The Baha’i New Year coincides more or less with the Zoroastrian and traditional Iranian Norooz.
For Baha’is the month of fasting comes to an end and we celebrate the beginning of the Baha’i year 166.
On the video, [...]
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The place in the citadel in Akka, Israel, where Baha’u’llah’s son, Mirza Mihdi, known as the Purest Branch, fell through a skylight to his death whilst meditating on the flat roof of the prison. Baha’u’llah granted his wish that his death would open the prison doors for the Baha’i pilgrims who otherwise trudged all the [...]
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Consider this. You’re standing at the end of a street of more than a hundred houses. It looks like it’s going to rain – in fact, you just felt a few drops on your head. There’s a noisy gang of lads working on a white van in front of a house on the other side [...]
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I’ve been hoping to find time to share some stories and thoughts about my experience last weekend on the streets of Hatfield talking to people about the Baha’i Faith.
Unfortunately time has shot past and I’ve been tied up with meetings or urgent things to do and unable to make time to write here. What’s more, [...]
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Heavy evening traffic slows our progress towards New Southgate and the grave of Shoghi Effendi. By 8.20 p.m., when the three of us in the Secretary’s car arrive outside the green custodian’s hut, the other six have already gathered in the enclosure around the familiar eagle-topped marble column.
This is the time for prayers in this [...]
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In the House of ‘Abbúd, visitors move softly around and there’s a shush of socked feet sliding across the floor. Whispered conversations in front of pictures hanging on the walls. Pilgrims sit cross-legged on the floor of the wood-lined room where Bahá’u’lláh finished revealing the Kitáb-i-Aqdas in 1873 and contemplate the going out of the [...]
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