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.
on 10 Mar 2025 at 3:22 pm7Annette Basira Dellemonico
We loved Siddiq so much in LA as well! His passion for our Order was so evident and his commitment to doing all he could to support camps and events led him to leave us and move on to Seattle. We all loved him in our Sufi khanqah, Harmony House, in the heart of Hollywood, where he was so entertaining. He had the greatest sense of humor and flair for the dramatic. We used to love how much he enjoyed burning his toast in the morning, so he had something to complain about. We saw him as our lovable Oscar the Grouch. Perhaps most moving was his great modesty about being in the presence of Pir Vilayat and Pir Zia. His devotion to our shared and sacred path was so deep and unquestionable. It appears he went on inspiring many in Seattle, as he grew in wisdom, love, harmony and beauty. He loved considering the Divine Mystery, and found that mystery so present and remarkable. He raised the questions we might have thought about but didn’t say, in a refreshing, candid and humorous way. He was filled with awe and wonder. LA’s loss was Seattle’s gain, and now we all say farewell, dear brother, knowing more awe and wonder lies ahead. Maybe the best is yet to come!
Zakir and I were trail buddies for decades. He landed in my community and stayed in our spare room until he met Dawn.
I frequently attended his Gatha Class until an ultra-intense employment with Microsoft ate my life, and it was a few years before we reconnected.
He had a goofy, offbeat sense of humor and over the last ten years or so, we often solved the world’s problems over Indian food. There’s just something very special about the company of someone deeply steeped in a path and a lifetime devoted to a teaching.
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.
We loved Siddiq so much in LA as well! His passion for our Order was so evident and his commitment to doing all he could to support camps and events led him to leave us and move on to Seattle. We all loved him in our Sufi khanqah, Harmony House, in the heart of Hollywood, where he was so entertaining. He had the greatest sense of humor and flair for the dramatic. We used to love how much he enjoyed burning his toast in the morning, so he had something to complain about. We saw him as our lovable Oscar the Grouch. Perhaps most moving was his great modesty about being in the presence of Pir Vilayat and Pir Zia. His devotion to our shared and sacred path was so deep and unquestionable. It appears he went on inspiring many in Seattle, as he grew in wisdom, love, harmony and beauty. He loved considering the Divine Mystery, and found that mystery so present and remarkable. He raised the questions we might have thought about but didn’t say, in a refreshing, candid and humorous way. He was filled with awe and wonder. LA’s loss was Seattle’s gain, and now we all say farewell, dear brother, knowing more awe and wonder lies ahead. Maybe the best is yet to come!
Zakir and I were trail buddies for decades. He landed in my community and stayed in our spare room until he met Dawn.
I frequently attended his Gatha Class until an ultra-intense employment with Microsoft ate my life, and it was a few years before we reconnected.
He had a goofy, offbeat sense of humor and over the last ten years or so, we often solved the world’s problems over Indian food. There’s just something very special about the company of someone deeply steeped in a path and a lifetime devoted to a teaching.
It’s been since November and I’m still grieving.