Their little secret.

Maggie was very excited because this week she had a visitor, her grandfather. Maggie’s grandfather was very old. He spent his whole life traveling around the world, but it was now time for him to rest. Maggie often heard stories about her grandfather from her parents. They said that he always did good things for other people, loved everyone, and always remembered his prayers.

The night that Maggie’s grandfather arrived it was very late and Maggie was asleep. “You’ll see him in the morning dear,” her mother said before putting Maggie to bed.

In the morning, earlier than usual, Maggie heard a voice from down the hall. It was a deep voice, almost singing, but more like speaking. Maggie peaked out her door, and tip-toed quietly down the hallway. The noise was coming from Grandpa’s room. His door was slightly open, so Maggie peaked inside. She saw grandpa standing with his arms stretched to the sky. His words sounded like a magical spell.

My grandpa is a wizard! Maggie thought to herself.

Maggie felt a funny tickle in her belly. She turned around and tip-toed quickly back to her room. That day Maggie and her grandpa played, and talked about his adventures around the world. She didn’t ask him about what she saw, it was her little secret.

The next morning Maggie woke up a little earlier, tip-toed down the hallway and peaked into her grandpa’s room. He was just raising his hands. Maggie bit her bottom lip trying to keep herself from making any noise. He started to cast his spell:

“I have wakened in Thy shelter, O my God, and it becometh him that seeketh that shelter to abide within the Sanctuary of Thy protection and the Stronghold of Thy defense. Illumine my inner being, O my Lord, with the splendors of the Dayspring of Thy Revelation, even as Thou didst illumine my outer being with the morning light of Thy favor.”

When he finished, he lowered his head and looked toward Maggie with a smile. Maggie was startled. She quickly rushed back to bed and hid under the covers, panting through her nose. That day neither of them said a word about what happened, it was their little secret.

The next morning Maggie woke up before her grandpa. She tip-toed down the hall and crept into his room. She sat next to the door with her arms around her knees and her chin against her chest. Her grandpa woke-up slowly, put on his slippers, and stood in front of the window. He reached with both arms into the sky, his palms facing upwards, and cast his spell. Maggie watched and listened.

The next morning Maggie tip-toed into her grandpa’s room, but this time, as he reached up with his hands, so did she. He began to chant his spell while she stood quietly and listened. When grandpa finished, he suddenly heard a noise behind him. He turned to see what it was, but no one was there. He smiled.

The next morning Maggie tip-toed into her grandpa’s room and sat by the door.

She waited…

…and waited…

…and waited…

He was still fast asleep.

Maggie was worried. Not knowing what else to do she sprang up from the ground towards the window, thrust her arms into the sky, and in a quick, hushed voice said:

“Grandpa’s not waking in your shelter O my God, but let him abide in your sanctree of protection and defense. Lumine his being, O Lord, with the springday of revelation, and lumine me with your favorite morning light…Please!”

Maggie dropped her hands and puffed her cheeks. “Whew, that was close,” she said.

She heard a chuckle from the bed. She turned around and went to her grandpa. His eyes were still closed.

“Grandpah,” she whispered, “grandpah.” She tapped him on the shoulder.

He opened his eyes and smiled.

Maggie smiled back. She took his hand from under his pillow, and gave him a serious look.

“Grandpah,” she whispered again, “don’t worry, I cast your morning spell for you. You’ll be protected today. I promise.”

She gently patted his hand, and quietly tip-toed out of his room.

It was their little secret.

By Emad Talisman.


Dear reader,

Maggie’s grandpa is not a wizard, he’s a Baha’i. The verse he was chanting in the morning is a prayer that Baha’is refer to as the “morning prayer,” which was revealed by Baha’u’llah. Although Maggie said the prayer incorrectly, she does eventually learn it after a few days of practice with her grandpa. However, Maggie’s spirit is very pure, and absolutely sincere, qualities that no mere recitation of words could ever convey.


15 thoughts on “Their little secret.

  1. If it were published…. I’d buy a copy ;o)

    Great work and I can only imagine where your inspiration comes from. Keep it up, for the benefit of all.

  2. Love it! I can picture you telling this to N+N for years – won’t be long and I’ll be doing the same! Great work, Emad.

  3. Emad joon,

    do you want to know how I feel now? I have tears on my face. I am very proud of my son who came up with such a wonderful spritual story. It came from heart and I can feel it. The moment magie was at the window and cast her grandpas spell , I fell more in love with the story. please don’t stop!!!!!!
    you have a hidden talent that is fresh and new and amazing. It’s a wow!!!
    I pray for you from the bottom of my heart to succeed in all your efforts in life.
    you always have my blessing.

  4. Wow!!!!! Shivers running down the back of my neck . Do I hear men don’t express emotions? Think again.

    Thanks for sharing

  5. Thank you so much for sharing Emad. I would also buy this story book in a heartbeat if it were published. I really do hope one day you think about publishing, and continue to write more stories for children. I will illustrate them if you’d like!

  6. This is such a beautiful story, you’ve got talent and I like the way you use it! The way the little girl said that prayer reminded me of Navvab saying a prayer haha it’s so cute 🙂

  7. habibi.
    i really enjoyed this story. it was not only cute and emotional but was inspiring for me!
    i look forward to reading this to my kids…

  8. Emad, that was a really beautiful story. I hope that we can all contribute to creating stories for our little ones. It is a body of knowledge that needs to expand for the spiritual training of our children.

  9. SUPER CUTE. I love Maggie’s version of the prayer, especially the ‘Grandpa’s not waking in your shelter’ bit.

    You better figure out how to publish it!! (I have zero suggestions on how to lol, but it definitely needs to be done). I still read all the Baha’i childrens books I used to read when I was a kid… this could get added to the collection!

  10. Dear Emad,

    Your story is a gift not only to the Baha’i community but to those of us who teach children about world religions.

    As a mother, a daughter of Baha’i parents, and the curriculum writer for Westminster Unitarian Church in East Greenwich, Rhode Island, U.S.A., I have been searching for a child friendly story as beautiful as yours that captures the beauty of the Baha’i Faith.

    I would like to speak further with you regarding the possibility of incorporating this touching story into a Baha’i lesson plan that I am currently writing.

    Thank you for your consideration.

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