“Go to Los Angeles!”

Salaam and Greetings of Peace:

It is related that many years ago, while Dr. Javad Nurbakhsh, Master of the Nimatullahi Sufi Order, was staying in the New York khaniqah, he came out of his room one morning and walked over to where Mr. Niktab, his closest disciple and the Shaykh of Shaykhs of the Order, was conversing with two young dervishes.

They were sitting cross-legged on the Persian rugs that covered the floor and were about to rise when they saw the Master approach, but he motioned for them to remain seated and said to Mr. Niktab:

“Go to Los Angeles!”

He then turned and walked away.

Mr. Niktab said nothing; the other two dervishes looked at each other questioningly. There was no khaniqah in Los Angeles and it was three thousand miles away. Mr. Niktab asked the two if they knew anyone there. “My cousin lives there,” one of them said. “I think you can stay with him.”

“He meant all of us,” Mr. Niktab said. “Get ready.”

They packed a few things quickly and hurried to the airport, took the next available flight, and arrived in Los Angeles just after 4pm.

When the Master says go, you go.

When they arrived at their destination, it was just past 5:00 pm, and the cousin was yet home from work. The young darvish who suggested it confessed that he could not reach his cousin, so the visit was going to be a surprise. Mr. Niktab didn’t seem concerned, and led them to the small, fenced backyard where they found lawn chairs to sit on.

Mr. Niktab meditated for a while, and then began singing one of Master’s poems in Persian, and the other two joined in, clapping out the rhythm.

Soon an elderly man next door heard the singing and glimpsed the three swarthy strangers over the fence that divided the property. He came to the fence and asked:  “Who are you people?”

Mr. Niktab smiled at the old man. He did not speak English, but told the young darvish to translate, and tell him they were waiting for his cousin to arrive, and apologized for disturbing him.  The old man just nodded and went back inside.

When the cousin finally arrived, he was delighted to find his unexpected visitors, and that Mr. Niktab himself had come. He begged them to make themselves comfortable while he made tea.

One of the young darvishes was a good cook, and made a delicious dinner for them all, after which they sang and recited Master’s poetry, having an impromptu zekr.  Mr. Niktab told the cousin to invite the gentleman next door, and the old man gladly agreed, having been listening to the music through the open windows.

He sat next to Mr. Niktab, who through an interpreter chatted with him amiably, and explained about the Sufi path and its dedication to love and service. The old man listened politely, drank the tea, ate one of the offered sweets, and went home sometime later.

The next afternoon, one of the dervishes asked Mr. Niktab what they were supposed to be doing.

“We are supposed to obey Master,” he said. “And be patient.”

The next night, many more Iranians appeared, the cousin telling his friends that a Sufi Shaykh was visiting his home. And this time Mr. Niktab politely invited the old man for dinner.  The food and music and poetry, even in a language he did not understand, seemed to please the old man and put him at ease.

Mr. Niktab also told him that the next might, Sunday, was their majlis, their twice weekly spiritual gathering, and that although he was welcome to attend, he would have to listen from the next room, as only darvishes, those already initiated, were admitted into the circle of the Friend.

“Then will you initiate me?” he asked without hesitation. Mr. Niktab smiled and said that he would be delighted to do so, and instructed one of the darvishes to help him obtain the items needed, and explain the details of initiation.

And so it was that on the third day, the old man was initiated as a darvish of the Nimatullahi Sufi Order; he was given his zekr, and formally gave his heart to God and his head to the Master. And he was happily welcomed into the circle of Lovers.

After the meeting was over and everyone had departed, Mr. Niktab spoke to the two dervishes who had traveled with him.

“Tomorrow we can go home,” he said.  “The old man was the reason the Master sent us to Los Angeles.”

Ya Haqq!

Note: This is a true story, and it was also said that the old man completed the entire Sufi path in one year, which is truly unheard of, except as God wills.

PS: Sunday, October 10th, is the second anniversary of the passing of Dr. Javad Nurbakhsh, (12/10/1926 – 10/10/2008) who was for fifty-five years the Master of the Nimatullahi Sufi Order.

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9 Responses to “Go to Los Angeles!”

  1. Bengt Erik Stendlert says:

    Thank you for a most beautiful and inspiring story!

  2. Iffah Huzaifah says:

    Assalammualaikum wr wb .. I am from Indonesia ..Very interesting with Sufi . But I am very blind about that ..Pls invite me to join this . Thx

  3. Irving says:

    Alaikum Salaam Dear Bengt and Iffah, I am happy you both enjoyed the story, but Ifha, you will need to go to the closest khaniqah to be initiated. I cannot invite you, since I am nobody. The closest to Indonesia would be Australia or New Zealand, so here is the information you need:

    Australia
    87A Mullens St.
    Balmain 2041,
    Sydney, Australia
    Tel :612-9555-7546

    New Zealand
    7 Anglesea St.
    Freemans Bay
    Auckland 1011, New Zealand
    Tel :64 9 3602482

    Ya Haqq!

  4. Marahm says:

    A wonderfully inspiring story… My interest is piqued. To pack up and go across country on the whim of a teacher seems ludicrous. I wouldn’t do it. I am firmly grounded in my scientific training and left-brained thinking, but I keep trying to open up the other side. I know something awaits me there.

  5. PBSweeney says:

    Wonderful and so beautifully told – such a pleasure to read and to think about. So glad you shared the story in this lovely way.

  6. Nice post, brother Irving.

    I myself might not be that obedient to a master. Yet, I believe, there is reason to everything. Just like what this story show us–beautifully.

    Maybe when I refuse a master’s request, there is a reason too, haha :D

  7. yasmine says:

    what a beautiful story, brother Irving. i, too, am happy you told it in this way, and shared with us. just think, what could be considered a random, inexplicable comment could have had lifelong ramifications for the old man — and perhaps for all involved, included those who initiated him into the Order, and those who met him throughout his journey(s)! so happy that mr. niktab and the dervishes got on that plane =)

  8. Sadiq Alam says:

    True stories have such a warmth that quickens blood in our heart. While reading this account, half way, a strange warmth spread in my heart and I was witnessing it astonishingly. Even remembering a true friend of Allah or to hear their stories does such alchemy inside of us.

    May Allah be well pleased with the master and send blessings to his soul and to all of his beloved students. Ameen.

  9. Irving says:

    Ameen! Ameen! to your prayer, dear Sadiq bhai :)

    And thank you all for your comments :)

    Ya Haqq!

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