Angels Among Us

Why do some souls leave earlier than others? Why are all the good people leaving this world so soon? Why does God bring someone to this world only to take them away? These are some of the questions many of us tend to ask ourselves – especially if we lose someone very dear to us and even more so if they leave this world at a very tender age.

One such soul that left us all very recently is Aravinth. His sudden and untimely passing has not only been a great loss to his family and friends but also to the Baha’i Communty of Malaysia at large. He was only 31 years old. Hence, many of us may ask why? Why did such a kind and radiant soul have to leave this earthly plane so soon? Why did he have to leave behind his dear wife whom he married for only slightly over a year? Why did he have to leave his mother and sister who had already lost his father a few years ago? Why? Why? Why?

Although none of us will be able to fully comprehend the wisdom behind his passing – along with the passings of many other wonderful young souls, the following stories written by Sara Louisa Blomfield aka Lady Blomfield, a distinguished early member of the Bahá’í Faith in the British Isles, may provide some form of comfort and reassurance to some of us.

A woman, full of sorrow and despair, came to ‘Abdu’l-Bahá: “I pray you remove my doubt, and give me consolation, I have lost my beloved husband.”

The Master ( ‘Abdu’l-Bahá ) answered her:

“If you have a bed of lilies-of-the-valley that you love and tenderly care for, they cannot see you, nor can they understand your care, nevertheless, because of that tender care, they flourish.

“So it is with your husband. You cannot see him, but his loving influence surrounds you, cares for you, watches over you. They, who have passed into the Divine Garden, pray for us there, as we pray for them here.”

Another day a woman came to ‘Abdu’l-Bahá and told Him of a dream.

“Last night, Master, I dreamed that I was in a garden of such beauty that it seemed beyond the power of the most perfect human gardener to have created it. In this garden I saw a beautiful girl, about nineteen, who was caressing the flowers. As I came into the garden she lifted her lovely head and came towards me with outstretched arms, as though in great love and joy at my visit. I look at her amazed, and then I saw a startling resemblance to the tiny daughter I lost many years before.”

‘Abdu’l-Bahá smiled His miraculous smile:

“My child, you have been permitted to see your daughter as she is now, walking in the sacred garden of one of the worlds of God. This is a bounty of God to you. Rejoice and be happy.”

Ridvaniyyih Khanum related that when her child was ill, the Master came and gave two pink roses to the little one, then, turning to the mother, He said in His musical voice so full of love: “Be patient.”

That evening the child passed away.

“Ridvaniyyih,” said the Master, “there is a Garden of God. Human beings are trees growing therein. The Gardener is Our Father. When He sees a little tree in a place too small for her development, He prepares a suitable and more beautiful place, where she may grow and bear fruit. Then He transplants that little tree. The other trees marvel, saying: ‘This is a lovely little tree. For what reason does the Gardener uproot it?’

“The Divine Gardener, alone, knows the reason.

“You are weeping, Ridvaniyyih, but if you could see the beauty of the place where she is, you would no longer be sad.

“Your child is now free, and, like a bird, is chanting divine joyous melodies.

“If you could see that sacred Garden, you would not be content to remain here on earth. Yet this is where your duty now lies.”

When my own mother made the “great chance” from one world of God to another, ‘Abdu’l-Bahá wrote a very beautiful tablet to me, in which He spoke of my mother as being “in the garden of rejuvenation.” One day a friend, who had not yet heard of the tablet of the Master, told me of a vivid dream she had of my mother, whom she had known and loved. “I seemed to be in a marvellous garden, where every type of rare and beautiful flower was in bloom. Moving about among the flowers was a young girl. She seemed to be a in a state of inexpressible joy over the loveliness of her garden. Her voice, as she chanted, was full of the ecstasy of a complete happiness. She listened to the song of birds, and inhaled the odour of the flowers as though she were filling her soul with their fragrance. Suddenly she turned towards me, as though conscious that someone was there beside herself. The young girl facing me with an enchanting smile was your mother, in the full beauty of youth.”

(Lady Blomfield, The Chosen Highway, p. 215 -217)

Slightly over a month ago, my family and I also suffered a great loss. We lost my dear grandma (my mother’s mother) as she fell ill and left us all sooner than expected. It wasn’t easy. Many of my family members kept asking why she had to leave us so soon. Well, to my dear ones, the story that I shared above may give you a little glimpse of WHY. It brings me so much joy and comfort to know of the special place that our very own ANGEL is in right now (among the other wonderful angels who have left us) and I hope it does the same for you too.

For those of us who are still here in this world, let us all make the most of it. Let us work on becoming the best version of ourselves before we take off ✈️ and most importantly, let us not take life for granted. Forgive easily. Love unconditionally. Say whatever you need to say without keeping it inside for far too long. Spend as much time as you can with your loved ones as you never know when the last time you see them will be the LAST TIME.

Till next time,

Nadeera

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