in front of
Baha'u'llah's house was at all times swept, sprinkled and immaculate.

Baha'u'llah would often glance at that plot of ground, and then He would
smile and say: "Muhammad-Hadi has turned the square in front of this
prison into the bridalbower of a palace. He has brought pleasure to all
the neighbors and earned their thanks."

When his sweeping, sprinkling and tidying was done, he would set to work
illuminating and binding the various books and Tablets. So his days went
by, his heart happy in the presence of the Beloved of mankind. He was an
excellent soul, righteous, true, worthy of the bounty of being united with
his Lord, and free of the world's contagion.

One day he came to me and complained of a chronic ailment. "I have
suffered from chills and fever for two years," he said, "The doctors have
prescribed a purgative, and quinine. The fever stops a few days; then it
returns. They give me more quinine, but still the fever returns. I am
weary of this life, and can no longer do my work. Save me!"

"What food would you most enjoy?" I asked him. "What would you eat with
great appetite?"

"I don't know," he said. Jokingly, I named off the different dishes. When
I came to barley soup with whey (a_sh_-i-ka_sh_k), he said, "Very good!
But on condition there is braised garlic in it."

I directed them to prepare this for him, and I left. The next day he
presented himself and told me: "I ate a whole bowlful of the soup. Then I
laid my head on my pillow and slept peacefully till morning."

In short, from then on he was perfectly well for about two years.

One day a believer came to me and said: "Muhammad-Hadi is burning up with
fever." I hurried to his bedside and found him with a fever of 42
Centigrade. He was barely conscious. "What has he done?" I asked. "When he
became feverish," was the reply, "he said that he knew from experience
what he should do. Then he ate his fill of barley soup with whey and
braised garlic; and this was the result."

I was astounded at the workings of fate. I told them: "Because, two years
ago, he had been thoroughly purged and his system was clear; because he
had a hearty appetite for it, and his ailment was fever and chills, I
prescribed the barley soup. But this time, with the different foods he has
had, with no appetite, and especially with a high fever, there was no
reason to diagnose the previous chronic condition. How could he have eaten
the soup!" They answered, "It was fat