bless their heart!

This evening I was reading a story about Iranian Baha'is who were arrested last week and taken to the infamous Evin prison. I have been thinking about these and other imprisoned Baha'is in that country and felt strong love and, honestly, fear for them. I kept trying to remind myself that they are being drawn closer to their Beloved through their suffering, but as a very imperfect human being I kept feeling sadness for their difficulties.

I decided to sign onto a chat program that my cousin very occasionally uses, and he happened to be online. He is also a Baha'i living in that country, and we talked (very cautiously and only at his prompting) about what life is like for him and the family right now. What always strikes me about them is how humble they are about the sacrifices they have been making for years. They have been denied education, livelihood, and respect and yet they feel they are doing nothing. I feel so unworthy when I think of how easy life is over here. I don't know why, but I've always had a special place in my heart for him, and I so wish I could meet him someday. The truth is, I probably never will, but I hope that our souls will recognize each other in the next world.