Bahá’u’lláh’s family were full of grief, they had not seen Him for almost two years. Even His jealous brother Mirza Yahyah wanted Him to return, but what could they do? There was no word of Him, they did not even know if he was still alive. His little son, ‘Abdu’l-Bahá longed to see his father again, longed and longed till his heart ached. One night he was so lonely he could not sleep, in the moonlight all through the night he prayed the same prayer, begging for his father’s return. Now, the very next day walking in the streets of Baghdad with his uncle, they heard a snatch of conversation, a dervish, of incomparable wisdom, was living in the mountains of Soolaymania, He had magnetised all with His love. It could be no-one but his beloved Father! Immediately they sent word to the nameless dervish, begging Him to return, and He agreed. What months of waiting followed! The gentle Navab called her little daughter to her. ‘Bahiyyiah, you and I shall make something for our Beloved’s return!’ And she took pieces of Tirmih, precious red cloth that was all that remained of her wedding treasures, and they started to stitch. Little Bahiyyah’s face a glow, imagining the joy of being together again, how she would hug her father, and hold onto His hands, and kiss Him, how beautiful her mother would look in the new red dress, and her brother would be happy once more. As they stitched through the red cloth, piecing it together but by bit Navab told Bahiyyiah how her wedding treasures had been loaded onto forty mules, how for six months before her marriage a jeweller had made exquisite treasures, for even the buttons of her garments had once been gold, set with precious stones. Bahiyyih saw that Navab’s hands, once soft and smooth, were now rough and worn with work. At last, at last! A foot fall, a face at the door. Bahá’u’lláh had returned! After the tears had fallen, the kisses kissed, the joy laughed out, the red bundle was brought, Navab had made no dress for herself, but taking the last thing of beauty she had, she had made a red aba for the shoulders of her Beloved.