Prayer, that intimate solitude between a person and God, had become, in our hands, a religious trap.
We were told to gather people, to say: “Come, let us pray together. Bring whatever book you have! It doesn’t matter... bring whatever you wish.” But behind that simple facade there was a hidden scheme: prayer was only a cover, a means for teaching the faith, a tool for recruitment.
We were instructed to seek out the most vulnerable first, villagers, simple people. We approached them in the guise of spirituality, with soothing words of unity, peace and love, with prayers. But in the end the real aim was something else: to pull them into the organization. Not to help them, but to register them as Baha'is, making them followers of the UHJ.
Now, looking back, the bitterness burns in my bones. In the name of prayer we turned people’s hopes into instruments. In the name of unity, peace and worship we stole their trust. Prayer for us was not a gateway to God; it was a door that led simple and innocent souls into the cage of the organization.
This is no longer merely deception. It is an insult to faith, to humanity, to prayer itself. And today, with all my anger and bitterness, I cry out: if even prayer has been turned by you into a tool of recruitment, then what sacred word remains that you have not corrupted?!
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