I have been, most of the days of My life,
Bahá’u’lláh, Founder of the Bahá’í Faith, in a letter to the Persian Shah (1868)
even as a slave, sitting under a sword hanging on a thread,
knowing not whether it would fall soon or late upon him.

Recently, my husband and I sat spellbound by The Prophet, a gorgeous film adaptation of the 1923 book of poems by Kahlil Gibran. In the film, the prophetic writer and artist, Almustafa (aka Mustafa), is a prisoner of an oppressive government, confined on a Mediterranean island called Orphalese. While the government is not named, various clues point to the Ottoman Empire. The only crime Almustafa has committed is using his faculty for words to advocate for the common folk—which endangers the authorities’ power.
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