Written by Amy McNeilage, The Sydney Morning Herald
Monday, 19 January 2015
Friends of Leila Alavi say the 26-year-old hopelessly tried to support her troubled and abusive husband right up until he allegedly murdered her with a pair of scissors.
...Mr Hosseiniamraei followed the Baha'i faith and they were married at the Australian House of Worship on Sydney's northern beaches in 2011.
Her body was found in her car on Saturday morning at the Auburn shopping complex where she worked as a hairdresser.
That evening, police arrested and charged her 33-year-old husband Mokhtar Hosseiniamraei with murder. He was refused bail on Sunday and police told a Sydney court he "has made admission to the offence".
The best-selling young novelist who died a recluse in a rubbish-strewn cottage on Ireland’s west coast
From the moment of her arrival in Lecanvey, Marsha Mehran cut a solitary figure.
The few times she was seen were when she would sit, in the depths of winter, on a bench in the shadow of Ireland’s holiest mountain and open her laptop to catch the Wi-Fi from the village pub opposite.
The Dawson family, who run Staunton’s Pub in a crook of the meandering road that tracks the stark beauty of County Mayo’s Atlantic coast, repeatedly invited the striking young woman into the warmth.
Once or twice in four months, she accepted. But most of the time the 36-year-old politely declined, explaining that she needed to get back home. Visitors to her nearby rented house overlooking a rocky beach were greeted with a sign: “Do not disturb. I’m working.”
Born in Tehran in 1977, Marsha was the daughter of an accountant, Mehran, and his wife, Shahin, a teacher, both members of Iran’s Baha’i faith...
As Therese Dawson, the landlady of the homely boozer in the shadow of the 2,500ft Croagh Patrick, put it: “I suppose she needed our Wi-Fi and she’d be out there in all weathers. Of course we invited her in. We told her she didn’t have to worry about buying anything. But I sensed from her that she preferred to be alone.”
The news of Leelah Alcorn’s suicide has, of course, hit my family hard. And while I wrote a post, erm, a year and a half ago, about being a person of deep faith – in which I only mentioned the name of my religious persuasion in the tags – this is not something I discuss publicly.
it is time for me to claim my right for my family to proudly be a part of the Bahá’í family.
In large part, I do not discuss this publicly because I have had an internal struggle in which I was not sure my transgender child had a place in my faith. And if she did not have a place, that meant it no longer had a place for me. And that was an intensely painful struggle for me.
Confidential Baha’i documentation reveals a spiritual side to the earthy, madcap Lombard that would surprise many
Carole Lombard loved the secular side of Christmas, as demonstrated by the number of surviving letters, cards, and notes attached to or referencing various gifts presenting by Carole to friends and acquaintances over the years. Examples can be seen at the fine Carole & Co. web site. Much less is known about her religious beliefs, which was a topic she kept private. A glimpse into Carole’s belief system is found in the poem entitled The Weaver that she wished to have read at her funeral service. I am not a religious person by nature; I would label myself as spiritual, so this column is by no means meant as an endorsement of any religion. The poem, by Grant Colfax Tullar of Bolton, Massachusetts, was abridged in Fireball: Carole Lombard and the Mystery of Flight 3. Many variations exist online and in religious tracts and emblazon many plaques hung on many walls, but this version of The Weaver seems to be the full original. It reads:
I don’t understand why everyone seems to be so angry lately. Everywhere you look, there are marches, protests, riots—and all of it over so-called racism in our great country. I just don’t get it. I really don’t. But maybe that’s because, when I look at my fellow Americans, I don’t see a particular race or color. In fact, all I see is just a series of muted, roughly person-shaped silhouettes.
And this world would be a much better place if everyone else did, too.
I don’t see race, because I am not capable of discerning any physical difference between the nebulous tangle of lifesmears that comprise all of humanity.
If we want to go forward as a country, we have to move beyond race once and for all. It’s 2014! Why is it so hard for people to look past each other’s race, like I do, and see everyone as vaporous, beige-ish forms with limbs? All those blurry, vaguely human-shaped troublemakers shouting in the streets and the translucent bleeding-heart blobs moralizing on TV may feel the need to categorize everyone they see by their skin color, but I don’t give it a second thought. I wouldn’t even know how!
All I know is that by time it was over, my dance with the Divine Beloved was done
Exactly how I made the journey from unenrolled Baha'i to Buddhist is kind of hard to describe. It's something that I never thought would happen, and was not at all my intent when I began looking for local places where I might find a group to meditate with. These groups don't get hung up on what you believe, specifically. The only question I have been asked is whether or not I'm a beginner at meditation – because the practice is the center of what you're doing there, not teaching or reaffirming yourself in a particular set of propositions. Even textual study is done with a critical eye – it's not at all uncommon for me to hear someone say that they just flat disagree with a passage in the Tao Te Ching. But it would be wrong to call it irreverent – it's a very respectful atmosphere. Nobody bows as much as Buddhists do. Sometimes I'm not all that sure what we're bowing to – the room, the statues of the Buddhas, the current teacher, each other, or just to the East. In any case, I could have retained Baha'i belief and meditated with these folks, and no one would have had a problem with it because beliefs of any kind are rarely discussed.
Dame Robin White's artwork "Ko e Hala Hangatonu: The Straight Path" is 25 metres long. It runs, in a copper-coloured avenue of painted tapa, at Pataka Museum of Arts and Cultures in Porirua. It is White's most ambitious artwork and took two years to complete. She created it in collaboration with young Tongan artist Ruha Fifita and a community of other Tongan women.
...it could equally reference White's undeviating Baha'i faith, coupled with an irregular life path.
The Straight Path, with its hand-worked patterns, relates to a world journey – but it could equally reference White's undeviating Baha'i faith, coupled with an irregular life path.
Pataka is close to where White taught art at Mana College after her "golden years" at Elam School of Fine Arts. It is also close to where she lived, as a teacher, as part of one of the country's wildest early conglomerations of young idealists and intellectuals.
Poet Sam Hunt was there at Bottle Creek, Paremata, not far from her corrugated iron shack, and so was the late historian Michael King along with unfurling wordsmiths Jack Lasenby, Fleur Adcock and Alistair Te Ariki Campbell. They came and went, loved, discussed and created their way through the late 1960s and 1970s.
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I'm gay and a follower of the Bahai religion. A dilemma in that the Baha'is do not allow homosexuality.
A few years ago I resigned from the church and converted to the Baha'i faith. Baha'is believe that the Divine for humans is not clear but is revealed through spiritual personalities in different cultures and eras. These figures include not only Bahá'u'lláh, the founder of the Baha'i faith, Moses, Jesus, Mohammed, Buddha, Krishna, and the founders of other religions.
The aim of the Baha'i Revelation is the unity of mankind in diversity. Bahai not proselytize why. They recognize the other religions unconditionally and enter into a dialogue with them. You want to build a peaceful and united society of people in all their diversity.
These views and the lived spirituality in the form of simple devotions, prayers, meditations and the service of the people told me too much. In a pretty young church I learned to better understand the scriptures, to broaden my horizons to develop myself spiritual, human and intellectual further. Soon I also took over functions in the community. I became a member of spiritual councils, even once chairman of such Council. It was a wonderful time.
Written by John Stroud, Post Independent, Glenwood Springs, USA
Thursday, 27 November 2014
An unsuccessful attempt to land a job in Denver recently while working to line up benefits through the Veterans Administration ultimately landed Paul Wilm back on the streets of Glenwood Springs Monday night.
It’s the place Wilm has called “home” since 2009 when he first came to Glenwood after a divorce, and amid dealing with lingering trauma from three years of active military duty with the Army National Guard, including a tour in Baghdad, Iraq.
Wilm said he often gets steered toward Christian-based assistance agencies. But as a practitioner of the Bahai’i Faith, he said he feels alienated
But “home” is a relative term for the 37-year-old veteran, since most of his time here has been spent living out of his vehicle while trying to get his life back together.
Written by "Encyclopedia of American Recessions and Depressions", edited by Daniel Leab
Thursday, 27 November 2014
A flamboyant self-promoter, many of whose charitable activities skirted the edge of legality and incurred the wrath of the authorities, he dramatically publicized the plight of the unemployed especially during the economic downturn of 1920–1921. Ledoux credited much of what he did for the down and out, in bad times and good, to his Baha'i faith (with its emphasis on good works and on ending extremes poverty and wealth). Ledoux was one of Baha'i's earliest practitioners in the United States and Canada