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Syracuse Herald (Syracuse, NY), 20 Jun 1920, Magazine Section, Page Two | 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.) | (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.) | (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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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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| + | "He had to overcome many dangers and weather many stormy nights on the journey of love * * * He would peer through the ink-black night to see whether she was coming but he could see nothing before him. All was dark, the winds howling and the forces of nature in deadly contest. 'Where in my Beloved,' he would raise his voice in agony of pain. Toward what goal is she travelling? Who is her companion along the perilous journey of life? By the edge of what dim and frowning forest is she directing her steps? How high is the summit of the mountain of her vision? What are the aims and ideals of her life? To all these questions there came no answer but the eternal whisperings of the still night or the shouts of the restless and boisterous tempest roaming in the trackless sky and raging on the endless shore of time. | ||
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| + | "Through such experiences the lover of the far East passed but he always kept saying to himself: 'Be strong.' It matters not how deep-entrenced the wrong; how hard the battle goes; the day how long. Faint not, fight on! Tomorrow comes the song. | ||
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| + | "There are 500 or more love letters all written in the same high-spirited vein and all breathing the same adoration for the one woman of Ahmad's heart. 'Oh, though spring of love,' he wrote her last December. 'Wilt thou not plant in this heart the seeds of the flowers of they love so that in this divine springtime they may grow and grace the gardens of other hearts with the jewels of beauty and attachments. Wilt thou not, dearest?' | ||
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| + | "That was the Persian lover's way of asking her to be his bride. Nothing more need be said beyond calling attention to the photograph of the wedding party reproduced on this page." | ||
