In the early twentieth century, on the banks of the Tigris River in Baghdad, a modest cenotaph drew a quiet stream of pilgrims --- as it had for nearly a thousand years. Harmonia was there, watching. She knew the flood was coming. But first, she wants to tell you who was executed on that riverbank in 922 CE, what he said that the court could not forgive, and why ordinary people kept finding their way back to that stone for ten centuries. Al-Hallaj was a Sufi mystic, poet, and preacher whose declaration --- I am the Truth --- cost him everything. But what he demonstrated in the living and the dying traveled further than the executioners could have imagined, into the poetry of Rumi and Attar and Hafiz, and into the quiet recognition of every soul who has ever needed proof that the interior fire is real.
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