- Author Hidayat Inayat-Khan
Murshid was also like a Father to some of his disciples. To others, he was the «Murshid», the Spiritual Guide. But all, whether consciously or unconsciously, responded to the «Breath of the Message», as symbolized by Murshid’s sublime radiance. His approach was with a smile. His words communicated happiness. His piercing glance was like a torch in the darkness. His loving presence was ever-uplifting.
Murshid used to say, «I don’t want to ever see my mureeds having a long face.» In fact, it really was impossible for anyone to have a long face in Murshid’s presence for longer than a few moments. Murshid would always turn an imaginary tragedy into a comedy, but he also saw the tragic side of an apparent comedy.
One could best illustrate Murshid’s loving personality as being a living example of tremendous intensity in all aspects of human expression, of Nobility and Majesty.
Murshid often went for short walks around the block, dressed very characteristically in a long black cloak, and with a kingly topi on his head. He also carried a walking stick with a very beautiful silver handle, and his black shoes were always spotlessly polished.
Murshid’s «topi», as he called it, was specially made for him by our Mother, according to the design which lie made himself, a cross-model between the very noble Persian hat and the real, old aristocratic Russian one, which had much impressed him during his visit to Moscow, where our sister Noorunissa was born, before the war of 1914.
Murshid’s shervani, or Indian costume, was also specially made for him by my Mother. It was a cross-model between the Indian and the Russian traditions, which Murshid had also designed himself. It was black, like the topi, buttoned all the way down on the right side, with a high collar and a plaited rope around the waist, ending with tassels at both ends.