On Why I Went Up a Mountain

Getting to where I was going took many plane rides , an insane amount of security to go into what is admittedly a war torn country. Haifa Israel is not a beautiful city. It’s hot, and dirty filled with stone baked houses. But in the middle of this, there is a paradise, a burst of green and red and blue. It is so famous that various hostals, hotels and taxi drivers rely all their tourism on it.
Yet the reason behind this place is far from tourism. The gardens stretch for miles up and down the mountain and you could never stop finding hidden treasures in the neatly cut bushes, the burst of flowers and the majestic buildings. It is, like no place no earth.
Yet all of the beauty of this can not compare with the spiritual nature of the Bahai Gardens. This is the real reason I was there, for Bahai pilgrimage. Bahais every year, come to pilgrimage to visit the historical sites and to pray in the Shrines of Baha’u’llah.
Baha’u’llah was a prisoner in Akka, and Bahji for a good portion of his life having been forced by the Iranian government more than 160 years ago to migrate to the prison city of Akka. Over the ocean, through great hardship, Baha’u’llah came to that prison city filled with strife and criminals. Yet 160 something years later it is a thriving city.
There are so many stories that there is too little time to tell them. So many stories of sacrifice , of people risking their life to come to visit Baha’u’llah. Of the countless tales of the goodness and love of His son, Abdul Baha towards the poor and the needy and the eventual trust of the government towards them due to their loving nature.
It really rocked me to my core to visit this eden. I wish I could say more about it, but due to the limited internet I am a bit stumped for words. I should say a bit of how wonderful it was to see hundreds of young volunteers in the Bahai world center who quietly help things work properly. Those that are in gardening, those that are in security, in cleaning and in correspondence and electricity. What joy to see two girls from very diverse backgrounds just singing their heart out as they cleaned toilets!
I mean, how can you NOT be happy in a place surrounded by such beauty and diversity?
Here are few pictures of the places.


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