- Author Hidayat Inayat-Khan
One day our Father decide to go to Paris without being accompanied by any of the secretaries or Sufi guests, as was usually the case, and I felt terribly uneasy at the thought of my Father going all alone through the crowds and the terrible traffic in that large city; where he would have to change from one bus to another, and from one metro stop to another, before getting anywhere, besides the great handicap of not being able to speak French, other than just very few words.
So, after lots of pleading, as young children can so very well do — my argument being that I could protect him from getting lost — my Father finally agreed to take me with him, and of course I was jumping up and down with joy.
After a very long time, we arrived at last at the store called Galleries Lafayette, and then went straight up to the textiles department, where my Father purchased yards and yards of cloth, all of the same colour. Naturally, I was very surprised, wondering why my Father would want my Mother to have so many saris made out of the same coloured material, rather than various ones in different colours; but I did not dare ask my Father such an impertinent question, specially after having obtained the permission of coming with him to Paris, on that very exceptional occasion.
My Father carried the huge, heavy parcel all the way home, where everyone was waiting with so much curiosity. As soon as we were home, he had us all gathered around him, and we all said the three prayers, Saum, Salat and Khatum together in unison and in a very perfectly synchronised rhythm. Then, after a short silence, our Father lifted up high the heavy parcel of yellow cloth, saying, «This is the Sufi Flag».
On the following day, that same material was hung up all across the front wall of the Sufi Lecture Hall, at Murshid’s request, and at that very special occasion, while coming up unto the stage from where he always gave his lectures, Murshid asked the mureeds to stand up, and for all to say the prayers together.
Then pointing to the newly hanging yellow curtains, Murshid said, «This is the Sufi Flag... It is the yellow colour... This means that the yellow colour is the colour of the new impulse of the Message of today... This is a Message of spiritual Liberty, a Message of Love, Harmony and Beauty.»
That tremendously significant event in Sufi History left a very deep impression in the minds and in the hearts of all Sufis who had the privilege of being present that day, and ever since it has become a habit among the older Sufis to always quote the words, «It is the Sufi colour,» every time they see the yellow colour.