The bare king and Baha’i adherents

Aban 1, 1392

Many years ago there lived a king who loved beautiful new clothes so much that he spent all his money on being finely dressed. His only interest was showing off his new clothes. He had a different costume for every hour of the day.

One day two swindlers came to the king\'s city. They said that they were weavers, claiming that they knew how to make the finest cloth imaginable. Not only were the colors and the patterns extraordinarily beautiful, but in addition, this material had the amazing property that it was to be invisible to anyone who was foul or stupid.

\"It would be wonderful to have clothes made from that cloth,\" thought the king. \"Then I would know which of my men are unfit for their positions. So he immediately gave the two swindlers a great sum of money to weave their cloth for him.

They set up their looms and pretended to go to work, although there was nothing at all on the looms. They asked for the finest silk and the purest gold, all of which they hid away, continuing to work on the empty looms, often late into the night.

\"I would really like to know how they are coming with the cloth!\" thought the king, but he was a bit uneasy when he recalled that anyone who was unfit for his position or foul would not be able to see the material. So he decided to send someone else to see how the work was progressing.

\"I\'ll send my honest old minister to the weavers,\" thought the king. He\'s the best one to see how the material is coming.

So the old minister went into the hall where the two swindlers sat working at their empty looms. \"Goodness!\" thought the old minister, opening his eyes wide. \"I cannot see a thing!\" But he did not say so.

The two swindlers invited him to step closer, asking him if it wasn\'t a beautiful design and if the colors weren\'t magnificent. They pointed to the empty loom, and the poor old minister opened his eyes wider and wider. He still could see nothing, for nothing was there. \"Gracious\" he thought. \"Is it possible that I am stupid and foul? I have never thought so. Am I unfit for my position? No one must know this. No, it will never do for me to say that I was unable to see the material.\"

\"You aren\'t saying anything!\" said one of the weavers.

\"Oh, it is magnificent! The very best!\" said the old minister, peering through his glasses. \"This pattern and these colors! Yes, I\'ll tell the king that I am very satisfied with it!\"

The swindlers now asked for more money, more silk, and more gold, all of which they hid away. Then they continued to weave away as before on the empty looms.

The swindlers stayed up the entire night. Everyone could see that they were in a great rush to finish the king\'s new clothes. They pretended to take the material from the looms. They cut in the air with large scissors. They sewed with needles but without any thread. Finally they announced, \"Behold! The clothes are finished!\"

The king came to them. The two swindlers raised their arms as though they were holding something and said, \"Just look at these trousers! Here is the jacket! This is the cloak!\" and so forth. \"They are as light as spider webs! You might think that you didn\'t have a thing on, but that is the good thing about them.\"

The king took off all his clothes, and the swindlers pretended to dress him, piece by piece, with the new ones that were to be fitted. Then the king turned and looked into the mirror.

\"Goodness, they suit you well! What a wonderful fit!\" they all said. \"What a pattern! What colors! Such luxurious clothes!\"

\"The canopy to be carried above your majesty awaits outside,\" said the grandmaster of ceremonies.

\"Yes, I am ready!\" said the king.

The king walked beneath the beautiful canopy in the procession, and all the people in the street and in their windows said, \"Goodness, the king\'s new clothes are incomparable! No one wanted it to be noticed that he could see nothing, for then it would be said that he was unfit for his position or that he was stupid or foul.

\"But he doesn\'t have anything on!\" said a small child.

\"A small child said that he doesn\'t have anything on!\"

Finally everyone was saying, \"He doesn\'t have anything on!\"

The king shuddered, for he knew that they were right, but he thought, \"The procession must go on!\" He carried himself even more proudly, and the chamberlains walked along behind.

And now the moral of the story:

The Excellency Bab has forbidden the right of living for non Baha’is and the Excellency Bahaullah has assumed all of those who rejected his creed as beasts of burden.

Also, the blessed beauty (Baha) considers non Baha’is as foul people.

Agha Jamal Broujerdi was entitled as Esm allah al-jamal for his belief in Baha and was honored to receive various tablets and became a leader for adherents.

But because he favored Qesn Akbar, he was raged by Abdulbaha and was entitled Pir-e Kaftar ( means hyena old man ) and all adherents have believed so far that Agha Jamal Broujerdi has lived the rest of his life like a hyena…!( the religion must be based on the science and wisdom)

In fact, those adherents who figure out the invalidation of this faith become hesitant in turning against this cult for the fear of being foul.

Once again, tell that Baha’is haven’t been oppressed!