Sorrel sings!

All Wales Bahai Choir 4

Joining the choir was a bit of a no-brainer for me. I really enjoyed singing in choirs at school, and nowadays, with two small children, I can just about commit to one day a month. It’s what all mothers crave, just a little bit of time doing something I enjoy.

What makes singing in a group (let’s not formalise) like this so enjoyable?

Firstly, we are making music. Music, as we all know, enriches and colours our lives – from the lullaby we sing to the baby, to the rock and roll that gives us the energy to tackle the washing up. I may be taking examples from my own life here, but you get the idea. Abdu’l-Baha said that ‘Through the power and charm of music the spirit of man is uplifted’

What a pleasure it is, then, to have several hours purely devoted to music and really listening to it, rather than half hearing the radio whilst driving the car.

Secondly, its good company. I’m not saying that you’ll get on with everyone in every choir, but generally, there will like minded people who are there for the same reasons as you. Baha’u’llah urges us to ‘Consort with all men… in a spirit of friendliness and fellowship’, which sounds to me like a great idea. The NHS now lists five steps to mental wellbeing, and the first is ‘connect with other people’. Basically, just meeting and interacting positively with other people can improve our own sense of self-worth and purpose, making us happier.

Thirdly, and possibly building on the first two points, a choir is a great example of unity in action. We’re all different, but we are all working together towards the common goal of producing lovely music. We listen to one another, and support one another. We might have different parts to sing, but they all contribute equally to the whole. And when we master a song, unity has been achieved, and it is such a natural, spiritual high. Imagine if this could be magnified, and applied to solve the problems of the world. It’s a powerful tool – ‘So potent is light of unity that it can illuminate the whole earth’. 

 Sorrel Jones

You can find out more about the choir by emailing Fleur: or visiting her website here.

Refugee Week 2009 Choir


Singing on Sunday – come join us!

Next singing session is on Sunday 27th October, in the Glais Hall in Swansea, from 1-5pm. Everyone welcome – children and adults alike. Please contact Fleur for directions (and attendee numbers) if you would like to come!

This choir is holding it’s rehearsals all around South Wales, to enable Baha’is and their friends to attend and to uplift the spirits by singing together. Getting to know each other as friends and being creative together as a spiritual activity is as important as the actual activity! If anyone would like to join us from outside Wales, you are most welcome too!


Photo: First choir rehearsal in Abercarn, Gwent.

The Tree of Shoes

                      The Tree of Shoes

In Grandma’s back garden is a magical tree which sometimes grows apples and sometimes grows shoes!

When Golden puts the shoes on, she enters a magical world where her Welsh and Chinese grandparents teach her how to be a hero, or maybe she teaches them.

How can Golden become a hero?

How will she overcome the dragons?

How can she find the courage to say goodbye?

A play for children aged 7-10 years (all ages welcome!).

Written & directed by Fleur Missaghian

Tuesday 4th September
16.00, ATRiuM Theatre (CB4), University of Glamorgan

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Personal Struggles (Kalim)

We’re coming to the last days of our amazing time here in China. I’d like to share with you some of the physical challenges I faced during our time in Mein Yang. As you may or may not know I have severe excema, it encompasses nearly my entire body. My arms hands and neck suffer the most.
I’m allergic to nearly everything, nuts being the most prominent allergy. Prior before coming to China, I had an intense allergic reaction to some breaded fried Chicken I ate in Cardiff. It was so bad that my excema spread to places that were uninfected, something I have never encountered or witnessed before. The upward climb of recovery became an ongoing struggle for several weeks. My dear mother was like an Angel from heaven, her constant compassion and care became like a healing remedy by itself.

Consequently the one thing I’ve learnt is that the water here is very unclean. I have to use water purifying tablets to cleanse the water otherwise I end up in a fit of itchiness. Unfortunately I learnt this lesson out in Mein Yang. At first I thought it was the food combined with the hot weather but I was greatly mistaken. I remember some nights I would scratch myself to sleep, my legs and neck suffered the most, it felt like a shadow constantly tormenting me. But I would not give up no matter how hard it became. In one of the workshops I remember sitting on a little red stool gazing into the pure faces of the Chinese children as they intently absorbed the stories of the tragic earthquake. This confirmed my determination to stick with the project no matter how difficult the coping mechanism became.

But despite all of this, the team cared for me in a way that brought me much happiness and ease. One of the team leaders named Hoogan, me and Fleur nicknamed him uncle Hoogan because of his constant care and consideration. He is like a bright light in a dark cave, ever caring for us in any possible fashion. Throughout the few weeks it didn’t feel like a team but a family. Even the volunteers became like brothers and sisters to me. My pain was their pain, my discomfort was their discomfort. This pure empathy became emotionally healing for me. Also the love of my sister helped heal my wounds.

If I have do this project all over again knowing the physical burden I had to face then I would say HELL YEAH!!! This is one experience I’d NEVER forget, and I would do it a hundred times just to gain the same experience.