The story of Mulla Husayn as he tries to find a trace of His
Beloved in Tihran is fascinating. The hand of providence brought him into close
contact with a certain Mulla Muhammad who became immensely attracted to Mulla
Husayn and the Message of the Báb. The story, recorded in the words of this
Mulla Muhammad in The Dawn-Breakers, is as follows:
"'What is your name, and which city is your home?' 'My
name,' I replied, 'is Mulla Muhammad, and my surname Mu'allim. My home is Nur,
in the province of Mazindaran.' 'Tell me,' further enquired Mulla Husayn, 'is
there to-day among the family of the late Mirza Buzurg-i-Nuri,[Baha’u’llah’s
father] who was so renowned for his character, his charm, and artistic and
intellectual attainments, anyone who has proved himself capable of maintaining
the high traditions of that illustrious house?' 'Yea,' I replied, 'among his
sons now living, one has distinguished Himself by the very traits which
characterised His father. By His virtuous life, His high attainments, His
loving-kindness and liberality, He has proved Himself a noble descendent of a
noble father.' 'What is His occupation?' he asked me. 'He cheers the
disconsolate and feeds the hungry,' I replied. 'What of His rank and position?'
'He has none,' I said, 'apart from befriending the poor and the stranger.'
'What is His name?' 'Husayn-'Ali.' 'In which of the scripts of His father does
He excel?' 'His favourite script is shikastih-nasta'liq.' [an artistice style
of handwriting] 'How does He spend His time?' 'He roams the woods and delights
in the beauties of the countryside.' 'What is His age?' 'Eight and twenty.' The
eagerness with which Mulla Husayn questioned me, and the sense of delight with
which he welcomed every particular I gave him, greatly surprised me. Turning to
me, with his face beaming with satisfaction and joy, he once more enquired: 'I
presume you often meet Him?' 'I frequently visit His home,' I replied. 'Will
you,' he said, 'deliver into His hands a trust from me?' 'Most assuredly,' was
my reply. He then gave me a scroll wrapped in a piece of cloth, and requested
me to hand it to Him the next day at the hour of dawn. 'Should He deign to
answer me,' he added, 'will you be kind enough to acquaint me with His reply?'
I received the scroll from him and, at break of day, arose to carry out his
desire.