... and she was known as «Ameena Begum», and Lo! A most trustworthy queen of an «inner call» she was.
Her light blue eyes opened to twilight in Albuquerque, New Mexico, on the 8th of May, 1892, and her name was «Ora-Ray» and Lo! An «aura of rays» she was.
Bright sunny days had threaded away alike seventeen beads of fairy-tale years, when suddenly those very same shores of her own motherland had stayed for ever ayond; whilst her golden curls became cradled by the winds, as she sailed over the ocean toward the Goal of her life, her «Daya», her «All».
Four little Angels, answering the appeal of her fairy-like dream, were henceforth to be treasured as precious jewels in the «Abode of Prayer», where the King of her heart would sing:
Happiness be with our little ones.
Right guidance from Above.
I wish Good Luck in this Home,
and my deepest Love.
Once upon a time — as the fairytale goes on telling — passers-by would pay homage to the «Home», the «Shrine of Love, Harmony and Beauty» where tones of Celestial Music vibrated in the hearts of those who awakened to the Blessings of the Spirit of Guidance.
Here again she was seen, offering her Devoted Mission to the Altar of Self Sacrifice, at every instant of daily turmoil.
Soon came the day when the sky grew pale and grey, and the «Call of Return» had carried away all happy days, leaving behind naught but grief and tears. And the voice within her broken heart would resound each day and night and say:
Be not anxious, my Sharda.
On his service I must go.
Though parting is hard to bear,
but it’s God who wants it so.

«I shall be no more», she said, and Lo! She was no more but skin and bone. Her soul would weep aloud:
О Death, come take me by the hand...
Then lay me at Beloved’s feet,
Ant with the dust my form
secrete-there let me rest.
Then again and again, on Duty’s plea she would toil from morn till eve, caring for her «Rubies Four», with only the shadow of the moon to stand aside her pain.
Who could ever know how close she came to the Sanctuary of that very God-Ideal, where only those can be, whose hearts are shining with light?
She died in Paris in May 1949, but the Inner Call of her «Rosary of a Hundred Beads» shall live and live for evermore...

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15 Nov Wisdom is not in words, it is in understanding.


Woman is woman, whether in the East or in the West.


How few realize that the heart is like a dome, within which all, whether good or bad, re-echoes, creating thereby either uplifting or disturbing influences that become in time the characteristics of one's own personality. The finer the go, the less disturbing it is to others, although life's trials become much harder to endure. A thorn does not harm its likeness, but it can destroy the frailty of a delicate rose. Nevertheless, life is better lived as a rose, with its inspiring colour and fragrance, than as a thorn among other thorns. This is what is understood as the art of personality.

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