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.
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.
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.