Dana Hridaya – I learned tonight that you passed into the next world over one month ago. I feel your presence. The very fierce, passionate presence of a soul committed to justice and a nuclear free world. I recall how strongly you felt about basic fairness. I’m remembering too your beautiful girls – and how you risked so much to ensure their well-being. You were so serious. And yet, and yet… your face could break into joyous laughter from time to time. Often, it was laughter that appreciated the irony of the situation at hand, and the realization that you were the author of your own situation! You spoke truth to power. These living memories are the signature of a unique person who I am sure will be missed in this world. I miss you, Hridaya – and have thought of you at various times since Zahir and I left the Khankah in 1987. May you continue the quest of your soul in light and truth and wrapped in the arms of the beloved, released now from the denseness of this earth. Aarifa
I remember Hridaya. At one period of time in the 1970s she lived with her kids next door to the Mentorgarten at 408 Precita Avenue, San Francisco. She was a young single mother who had gone through some adversities in her life. I remember that Pir Moineddin had a special place in his heart for her because she came to the Ruhaniat with hope in her heart for a better life. He spoke of this to me when I was serving as the secretary in those years. Hridaya taught me the most important lesson that Allah sees us all as the beloved, regardless of our earthly circumstances. I was sorry to hear of her passing last month.
Dana Hridaya – I learned tonight that you passed into the next world over one month ago. I feel your presence. The very fierce, passionate presence of a soul committed to justice and a nuclear free world. I recall how strongly you felt about basic fairness. I’m remembering too your beautiful girls – and how you risked so much to ensure their well-being. You were so serious. And yet, and yet… your face could break into joyous laughter from time to time. Often, it was laughter that appreciated the irony of the situation at hand, and the realization that you were the author of your own situation! You spoke truth to power. These living memories are the signature of a unique person who I am sure will be missed in this world. I miss you, Hridaya – and have thought of you at various times since Zahir and I left the Khankah in 1987. May you continue the quest of your soul in light and truth and wrapped in the arms of the beloved, released now from the denseness of this earth. Aarifa
I remember Hridaya. At one period of time in the 1970s she lived with her kids next door to the Mentorgarten at 408 Precita Avenue, San Francisco. She was a young single mother who had gone through some adversities in her life. I remember that Pir Moineddin had a special place in his heart for her because she came to the Ruhaniat with hope in her heart for a better life. He spoke of this to me when I was serving as the secretary in those years. Hridaya taught me the most important lesson that Allah sees us all as the beloved, regardless of our earthly circumstances. I was sorry to hear of her passing last month.