Handsome, vulnerable, kind, caring, questioning, seeking, loving and so much more.
“I have known good and evil, sin and virtue, right and wrong; I have judged and been judged; I have gone through death, joy and pain, heaven and hell; and what I realized in the end is that I am in all and all is in me.” Hazrat Inayat Khan
Zakir was such a kind and compassionate man.I’ve only known him for about a year. What stays with me is his smile.
May your soul be illuminated now with divine light as you are free to journey toward the One.
Peace!
I have known him for well over 30 years. We were sun and moon signs opposite. At times very close and at times very distant. But always deeply connected. And we both loved puns. Much love and light.
Dear Ones,
Zakir and I were loving partners for 42 yrs, 27years married. We have been the devoted parents of our seven blended children, twelve grandchildren and two great grandchildren all who have loved him dearly and will miss him greatly.
I want to share that on Sunday January 12th, all of Zakir and my children, grandchildren and great grandchildren gathered on a Seattle ferry and were allowed a protected area on the lower deck to share a blessing, prayers and tears all together. With the captain honoring him with three blasts of the horn the ferry slowed mid-crossing and stopped for a moment so we could send Zakir’s ashes and lots of red and yellow roses into the Sea near a beach he loved to walk…
Thank you for your loving memories of him and please know how much he loved you…
ISHQ, Dawn Bari
Just taking a moment to remember our dear friend Zakir. It seems he has always been a part of my time in the Sufi Order/Inayatia. Part of the “atmosphere” really. He quietly influenced and guided me and was even willing to hear a bit of my advice along the way!!! I think he must be doing Zikr with all those who have gone before. And smiling happily.
In 1980, I heard a dark deep voice over the phone, as I registered for my first Sufi Camp… Pir Vilayat at the Rocky Mountain Dharma Center in Colorado. That voice was a doorway of magnetism into the magnetism of the event.
A month later, I travelled with a sweetheart (on a motorcycle) to the Camp. We arrived late, so it wasn’t until the second day that… while walking towards the big tent… that voice greeted me again… this time with smiling eyes beneath those dark bushy eyebrows.
He knew just who I was, and asked what I might need… the perfect welcoming committee.
Admittedly, I felt intrigued.
Sometime later, he moved to Seattle, into the house on Earl Street, where my spiritual life had first found human companionship with my eternal teacher, Garuda (later Galip Dede) and the neighborhood community.
Siddiq’s move allowed me to explore that lingering intrigue and we briefly tried on a sweetheart relationship. With me being a long-haired hippy and him as an upright professional, I couldn’t help but notice that his morning grooming took 5 times as long as mine and we chuckled about it.
We were not particularly well matched in other ways, and he quickly found his life partner, Dawn.
I watched it happen one evening next door at the start of a Sufi class in Aziza and Rodney’s house. It was a luscious thing to witness and I realized in those moments that I had just finished being part of HIS welcoming committee. 😉
I’ve been blessed with sharing practices with Siddiq/Zakir over the last few decades, but most of all, I remember laughs that radiated out from those dark eyes, like something boiling over on the stove.
Handsome, vulnerable, kind, caring, questioning, seeking, loving and so much more.
“I have known good and evil, sin and virtue, right and wrong; I have judged and been judged; I have gone through death, joy and pain, heaven and hell; and what I realized in the end is that I am in all and all is in me.” Hazrat Inayat Khan
Love
Zakir was such a kind and compassionate man.I’ve only known him for about a year. What stays with me is his smile.
May your soul be illuminated now with divine light as you are free to journey toward the One.
Peace!
I have known him for well over 30 years. We were sun and moon signs opposite. At times very close and at times very distant. But always deeply connected. And we both loved puns. Much love and light.
Dear Ones,
Zakir and I were loving partners for 42 yrs, 27years married. We have been the devoted parents of our seven blended children, twelve grandchildren and two great grandchildren all who have loved him dearly and will miss him greatly.
I want to share that on Sunday January 12th, all of Zakir and my children, grandchildren and great grandchildren gathered on a Seattle ferry and were allowed a protected area on the lower deck to share a blessing, prayers and tears all together. With the captain honoring him with three blasts of the horn the ferry slowed mid-crossing and stopped for a moment so we could send Zakir’s ashes and lots of red and yellow roses into the Sea near a beach he loved to walk…
Thank you for your loving memories of him and please know how much he loved you…
ISHQ, Dawn Bari
Just taking a moment to remember our dear friend Zakir. It seems he has always been a part of my time in the Sufi Order/Inayatia. Part of the “atmosphere” really. He quietly influenced and guided me and was even willing to hear a bit of my advice along the way!!! I think he must be doing Zikr with all those who have gone before. And smiling happily.
In 1980, I heard a dark deep voice over the phone, as I registered for my first Sufi Camp… Pir Vilayat at the Rocky Mountain Dharma Center in Colorado. That voice was a doorway of magnetism into the magnetism of the event.
A month later, I travelled with a sweetheart (on a motorcycle) to the Camp. We arrived late, so it wasn’t until the second day that… while walking towards the big tent… that voice greeted me again… this time with smiling eyes beneath those dark bushy eyebrows.
He knew just who I was, and asked what I might need… the perfect welcoming committee.
Admittedly, I felt intrigued.
Sometime later, he moved to Seattle, into the house on Earl Street, where my spiritual life had first found human companionship with my eternal teacher, Garuda (later Galip Dede) and the neighborhood community.
Siddiq’s move allowed me to explore that lingering intrigue and we briefly tried on a sweetheart relationship. With me being a long-haired hippy and him as an upright professional, I couldn’t help but notice that his morning grooming took 5 times as long as mine and we chuckled about it.
We were not particularly well matched in other ways, and he quickly found his life partner, Dawn.
I watched it happen one evening next door at the start of a Sufi class in Aziza and Rodney’s house. It was a luscious thing to witness and I realized in those moments that I had just finished being part of HIS welcoming committee. 😉
I’ve been blessed with sharing practices with Siddiq/Zakir over the last few decades, but most of all, I remember laughs that radiated out from those dark eyes, like something boiling over on the stove.