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 Syracuse Herald (Syracuse, NY), 20 Jun 1920, Magazine Section, Page Two

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 (To the right there is a quarter-page oval photo of Juanita Storch with the caption: "Miss Juanita Storch, of Oakland, Cal., Now the Bride of Mirza Ahmad Sohrab." and also includes a small pen drawing of an man in Oriental-dress reading a book to a young girl.)
-(Below the headline is a quarter-page photo with the caption: "The Persian Lover and His Bride Surrounded by the Picturesque Wedding Guests.")
+(Below the headline is a quarter-page photo with the caption: "The Persian Lover and His Bride Surrounded by the Picturesque Wedding Guests." showing about 40 people.)
 (At the bottom of the page is a smaller photo with the caption: "Mirza Ahmad Sohrab" showing a mustachioed man in a turban wearing an open-necked coat or smock over another garment like a shirt, but hard to see.  Looks rather like the old "Turkish" style of clothing to me.)
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 Admad's Quest for an Ideal

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	The Pilgrim's Song of Acceptance		The Pilgrim's Song of Acceptance

−	"The sea of my love for thee has been waving tumultuously at all times, casting on the shore of existence pearls and jewels of priceless value.	+	"The sea of my love for thee has been waving tumultuously at all times, casting on the shore of existence pearls and jewels of priceless value. They have appeared from the great deep and are to be wrought cunningly into a crown for the head of my queen. I went around searching for the queen but nowhere could I find her. Oh! She was of the pure spirit and I was looking for her in the dust.
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		+	"The house of my heart was such a small and humble abode that I could not believe she would leave her infinite mansion of heaven and become the intimate and associate of the lowly. But at last I went to her door, seeking her grace of love. Standing under, the celestial canopy of her pure heart, I lifted my eager, tearful eyes to her majestic, sweet face. There was I a suppliant for the gift of eternity, the freedom of immensity, and she took pity on me. With a thousand conflicting hopes battling in my heart I looked up into her face to read her answer, to fathom the depth of the sea of her eyes and if possible through those windows enter the palace of her love. At last she granted her favors and her smiles on the worshipper of old. In the midnight of silence when the heavens and earths meet and when the fires and shadows mingle with the gold dust of time, she fed my waiting, trembling lips with ambrosial kisses of acceptance. Then in complete accord, hand in hand we crossed the threshold of the starlit temple of mystic union while the soft tunes of the twilight melodies reached out ears.
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		+	"And there's another long letter addressed to 'My Ever Wakeful Blue Sky,' and signed 'Thy Warrior Lover,' in which Ahmad pictures himself as an Eastern traveler journeying along the pathway of love to the home of his beloved. One portion of the letter reads:
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		+	Admad's Quest for an Ideal

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	"The curtain was rung down temporarily on that romance. Word was passed that the Turks would search the homes of all the people in Palestine. So on a dark night, Sohrab gathered together his precious papers, among them the letters of Miss Storch, and buried them in an old trunk at the foot of Mount Carmel.		"The curtain was rung down temporarily on that romance. Word was passed that the Turks would search the homes of all the people in Palestine. So on a dark night, Sohrab gathered together his precious papers, among them the letters of Miss Storch, and buried them in an old trunk at the foot of Mount Carmel.
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		+	"And then after this long silence, the sun shone again in Sohrab's life with the arrival of General Allenby and his tropps in the Holy City. 'I shall never forget it,' said Sohrab. 'This meant my freedom to travel to my beloved Juanita.'
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		+	"After some parley with the British officials, permission was obtained for Sohrab to travel to the United States. He wired her when he reached New York that he would travel West to see her. His letters had paved the way for a happy reunion.
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		+	"'He is the only man I would marry; the only man I could be happy with, for his letters breathe love, not dictation and a superior sense of ownership which spirited women dislike so much in a certain type of man,' said she.
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		+	"They became engaged before Sohrab left Oakland. Every day following until their marriage in New York, April 28, Sohrab wrote to his bride-to-be. All his letters, numbering upward of 500, have been treasured by the young woman, who calls them her rosary.
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		+	"And any young woman would want to treasure love letters in which she was addressed as 'My Isle of the Golden Dreams' or 'My Ever Wakeful Blue Sky' and 'My Divine Mystery of Love.'
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		+	"Even such expressive terms as 'Dearest' and 'Darling' and 'Baby' and 'Snookums' sound prosaic and colorless when compared with 'Beautiful Mermaid of the Ocean of Beauty.'
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		+	The Ideal Lover's Christmas Salutation
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		+	"I walk by the shoreless sea of time (so reads one of the love letters received by Miss Storch last Christmas) and wait for argosies of magic sail, when lo in the far distant horizon a light appears and the angels of Heaven sing out: 'She comes, she comes, comes.'
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		+	"I gather courage and enter the labyrinthic caves of the Eternal and from all parts I hear the echoes reverberating through my mind — 'she comes, she comes, comes.'
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		+	"Thus many a road I walked, many a song have I sung with many a company did I mingle and many a garland of thought did I weave, but every one of them proclaimed, 'she comes, she comes, comes.' With the Lord of my heart I spoke, with the angels of Heaven I conversed, with the saints of God I walked, with the messengers of the Most High I sat and they all gave me the glad tidings — 'she comes, she comes, comes.'
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		+	"In a letter signed 'Thy faithful pilgrim at the shrine of love' and dated a few weeks before the wedding day Ahmad wrote thus to his 'Beautiful Mermaid'
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		+	The Pilgrim's Song of Acceptance
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		+	"The sea of my love for thee has been waving tumultuously at all times, casting on the shore of existence pearls and jewels of priceless value.

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	"And all this time the letters of Sohrab kept arriving, and when it suited her mood, which was not often in these days, Miss Storch answered them. She wrote one to his twenty. But he persisted, and they kept coming at intervals until this country declared war on Germany. Then to his despair one day the young Persian received several of the letters he had written to the California girl. They had been returned to him from Constantinople.		"And all this time the letters of Sohrab kept arriving, and when it suited her mood, which was not often in these days, Miss Storch answered them. She wrote one to his twenty. But he persisted, and they kept coming at intervals until this country declared war on Germany. Then to his despair one day the young Persian received several of the letters he had written to the California girl. They had been returned to him from Constantinople.
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		+	"The curtain was rung down temporarily on that romance. Word was passed that the Turks would search the homes of all the people in Palestine. So on a dark night, Sohrab gathered together his precious papers, among them the letters of Miss Storch, and buried them in an old trunk at the foot of Mount Carmel.

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