From: Baha’i Stories
“When I was still a child and had
not yet attained the age of maturity, my father made arrangements in Tihran for
the marriage of one of my older brothers, and as is customary in that city, the
festivities lasted for seven days and seven nights. On the last day it was
announced that the play ‘Shah Sultan Salim’ [a king by the name Salim] would be
presented. A large number of princes, dignitaries, and notables of the capital
gathered for the occasion. I was sitting in one of the upper rooms of the
building and observing the scene. Presently a tent was pitched in the
courtyard, and before long some small human-like figures, each appearing to be
no more than about a hand’s span in height, were seen to emerge from it and
raise the call: ‘His Majesty is coming! Arrange the seats at once!’. ..there
appeared, arrayed in regal majesty and crowned with a royal diadem, a kingly
figure, bearing himself with the utmost haughtiness and grandeur, at turns
advancing and pausing in his progress, who proceeded with great solemnity,
poise and dignity to seat himself upon his throne.
