Hidayat’s Passing

It has been a great honor and privilege to know in person Hidayat Inayat Khan. I loved his feisty spirit, his humor, his mischievous side that he dare revealing in the intimacy of our French conversations.

The dearest moments that I shared with him were during his visits in Montclair with dear Aziza or driving together to the Abode of the Message and stopping for him to enjoy a soup that Monick had prepared. He refused to share as he held it and said “it is mine, Monick made it for me.” Of course it was done in jest but he could be funny like this at time.

Hidayat has inspired me greatly as he revealed very little of himself that I could relate to in comparison to the wealth of richness inhabiting his being. I was humble once when we had dinner with Michael Harrison and both started a conversation on the intricacy of the classical Indian music and ragas. It was as if they did not speak English any longer, they communicated with each other and we were witnesses to a communion of souls that shared a common

Hidayat’s writing that he shared will remain my source of inspiration as I saw him work on some of it with such great care, concentration in what exemplified mindfulness and singlemindedness seeking nothing less than perfection not only in the expression of his feeling and thoughts but in the grammatical structure as well.

In French he trusted me enough to share stories about his life, when he lived at Suresnes before the war and came back with his first wife. He talked about his experiences in the Vercors stealing a horse to exchange against a chicken. He wanted to understand why people of my generation sought alternative means of consciousness as he suffered greatly losing his own son to drug.

His friendship will remain dear in my heart and I will always love him as I love his dear Aziza who kept fussing about him and making sure that the kitchen produces food that he could eat. She was marvelous with him. She did not like us speaking French around her and we had to switch back to English as he cared so much about her feelings.

So many memories in Charlottesville, in Holland and in Montclair. My heart is full of gratitude to have meet an extraordinary being that has been such an inspiration over the years. He became a true God-father.

He tried to entice me to join the Sufi Movement and I declined. His heart was speaking as we loved each other but he respected my loyalty to the Sufi Ruhaniat and my dear Murshid Saul. So I told him to get Saul in the Sufi Movement and I will follow right away. This never happened.

Now that his soul freed itself from the garb, I will pray that his journey toward the light be quick and that he finds peace. The world is a bridge and he has now reached the place where he belongs and that he deserves.

Much love and blessings my dear Hidayat, my heart is with you and with all those that you love, especially your dear Aziza and your family.

Jean Pierre
Sheikh Salik of the Sufi Ruhaniat
Montclair, New Jersey, USA

 

The Passing of a Great Soul

Dear all hearts,

Upon hearing the news of Hidayat’s passage, I am reminded of our last meeting…

February 03, 2015 in Haarlem, Netherlands.

We spoke of the future:

His deepest concern was the continuation of his father’s legacy of Religious Freedom, vs the rising tide of sectarianism and separation.

He remembered an earlier attempt to contain the Message, and it’s disastrous aftermath.

His loyalty to the ideal of The Sufi Message of Spiritual Liberty was life long: from his catching the “bowl” which had been dropped, to his rescue of the esoteric papers of the Sufi Movement from the Nazi invasion of Holland, to his behind the lines guerrilla fight against that same atrocity in southern France.

We are so thankful that he agreed to take the helm of the Movement, to make peace with the Ruhaniat and the Sufi Order, and to bring together the separated strands of his fathers vision of Unity — The Federation of the Sufi Message.

His legacy of powerful humility and dedication of purpose shall be an inspiration to us all.

Our prayers go out to his long time companion, Murshida Aziza.  May her journey forwards be light filled and an ease to her body.

Ya Salamo dearest Godfather and Elder.

We are so thankful to have had the blessing of knowing and interacting with you.

Please enjoy a picture I took of them during that lunch in Haarlem.

Hakim Sauluddin
Haarlem, Netherlands
September 14, 2016

The Last of Murshid’s Children

“The seeming death is the real birth of the soul.”
– Hazrat Inayat Khan

Hazrat Inayat Khan and Amina Begum had four children, and the last has now left us:

Hidayat Inayat-Khan
Born in London on August 6th, 1917
Passed away in Munich on September 12th, 2016

According to the wishes of Hidayat and Aziza there will be no funeral ritual.

In deep sorrow and gratitude on behalf of Aziza Inayat-Khan,

Ulma and Joop Moerenburg
Testamentary Executors

Condolences may be sent to:    memorial1917@gmail.com