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      Muhammad-‘AlĂ­y-i-ZunĂșzĂ­, surnamed AnĂ­s

      NabĂ­l records what happened as the BĂĄb got to the barracks:

      As He approached the courtyard of the barracks, a youth suddenly leaped forward who, in his eagerness to overtake Him, had forced his way through the crowd, utterly ignoring the risks and perils which such an attempt might involve. His face was haggard, his feet were bare, and his hair dishevelled. Breathless with excitement and exhausted with fatigue, he flung himself at the feet of the BĂĄb and, seizing the hem of His garment, passionately implored Him: “Send me not from Thee, O Master. Wherever Thou goest, suffer me to follow Thee.” “Muhammad-‘AlĂ­,” answered the BĂĄb, “arise, and rest assured that you will be with Me. Tomorrow you shall witness what God has decreed.” Two other companions, unable to contain themselves, rushed forward and assured Him of their unalterable loyalty. These, together with MĂ­rzĂĄ Muhammad-‘AlĂ­y-i-ZunĂșzĂ­, were seized and placed in the same cell in which the BĂĄb and Siyyid Husayn were confined.14_ACT13

      We have met this youth Muhammad-‘AlĂ­y-i-ZunĂșzĂ­ [entitled AnĂ­s] before, when we also described his dream, where the BĂĄb promises him that they would meet in TabrĂ­z and be martyred together [DB 17-18, Section 3]. We shall soon see how the BĂĄb confirms what AnĂ­s had dreamed about nearly two years earlier.

      The night before the Báb’s Martyrdom: Anís is chosen

      It was the evening of July 8, 1850. NabĂ­l records that he had heard Siyyid Husayn-i-YazdĂ­, the amanuensis of the BĂĄb, who was one of the companions with the Bab in the barracks, describe that last night:

      That night the face of the Báb was aglow with joy, a joy such as had never shone from His countenance. Indifferent to the storm that raged about Him, He conversed with us with gaiety and cheerfulness. The sorrows that had weighed so heavily upon Him seemed to have completely vanished. Their weight appeared to have dissolved in the consciousness of approaching victory. “Tomorrow,” He said to us, “will be the day of My martyrdom. Would that one of you might now arise and, with his own hands, end My life. I prefer to be slain by the hand of a friend rather than by that of the enemy.” Tears rained from our eyes as we heard Him express that wish. We shrank, however, at the thought of taking away with our own hands so precious a life. We refused, and remained silent. Mírzá Muhammad-‘Alí [Anís] suddenly

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