Urs: September 21, 2012
Hazrat Inayat Khan
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Khadija was a wonderful and challenging being. She loved God, she loved this Sufi Path, she loved in so many ways. When I first met her, my husband was building her “dream sufi home”
All in the Center in Sarasota were going to benefit from this effort and we truly did. It was remarkable what she built and held for all of us. As I reflect back on that time now, I see that what was difficult was me not her. I wish her only the most exhaulted presence of the One that I believe she truly loved and was truly motivated by.
Toward The One Khadija,
love,
Tara
I remember Khadija as a beautiful fairy-angel. Her being is so sweet. I can see her at a summer gathering, standing under a tree laughing with Sarmad. And I remember conversations with her, full of care for the world, for us.
I wish her blessings on her journey, and lightness throughout her transition.
May you be blessed Khadija.
Love,
Devi
The first time I laid eyes on Khadija, she was visiting with Quakers worshipping at New College in Sarasota prior to her initial trip to the Holyland. She was asking to be held in the Light, but I noticed most that her hair seemed a heavy veil for a being so buoyant. Years later, her path included losing that redhead sheath entirely–and it suited her–allowed her blue eyes to be the main feature.
Although her spirit was among the brightest guiding me to the Sufi path, another intense memory was in the new Meetinghouse of the Friends (Quakers). She agreed to lead a benefit concert, which was her debut singing “for real.” Although accompanied by professionals, her voice filled the space with beauty and love. I pray to remember her voice–from zikr, from her radio show, from conversations and poetry readings–clearly in my heart.
My first memory of Khadija is being embraced by her welcoming presence at a retreat in her newly built home on Siesta Key. I didn’t know any of the “Sarasota Sufis,” and being an “outsider from Tampa” was impressed by the genuineness of her warmth. She wasn’t just playing being a hostess. She was a hostess in the deepest sense of its meaning as “communion.” I felt lovingly enveloped and energetically showered by the warmth of her heart.
I also came to know the Khadija who was headstrong and not always easy. And through it all no matter which face of her complex being showed up, I always felt her love and the intensity of her light. I remember the sparkle and lightness of her eyes and the gaiety of her laughter and smile especially as she sang and chanted or just shared time together. For me Sarasota seems a bit smaller absent her luminous presence.
She knew I loved her and deeply appreciated her refined qualities. She always saw the best in me. Her generosity can not be overstated. Certainly she deserved a rest from the harshness of daily life.
I asked her to give me a sign after she passed. She giggled and said she would. Recently I sat outside of a asphalt jungle – the SRQ airport. Suddenly a frog leaped onto my baggage. Alas, she is a’jumping!
…she gave of her heart to me shelter & food in my darkness…
May Allah keep her in the hearts of all of us…much love & deep respect
What a friend on the path and a generous, light filled lover of God!
Khadija, you invited me to live in your guest cottage and shrugged when I broke your hot tub. You created delightful Thanksgiving and Christmas celebrations at your home, always with seasonal decor and carefully chosen gifts.
During your final illness, you were brave and life-affirming. We gathered a women’s circle at Rising Tide to honor and comfort you, and we anointed you and wrapped you in scarves and shawls and sang to you. You said, “This deep peace is what dying must be like.”
Your love still shines,
–Hayat