Jahan

The first time she was in my dreamREALITY after her transition, she was wearing a CRIMSON LONG jacket I bought her—identical to the CRIMSON SHORT jacket she had bought the day before—not too different from the two folds of the crimson sun parasol petals. Her silhouette against the bright SUN (Jahantab—her full name means shining over the world) CLIMBing the stairs and from behind the big glass WINDow of our OLD HOUSE, she DIvEs through the VEIL of the big glass window that melts away and INTO MY HEART as I am setting in the TEMPLE—my prayer room from whence her soul departed. Once more the oneness evaporated as I woke up to yet a newer reality.

Hi Aba, I know today is never fun for any of us now but I want you to know how thankful I am to still have such an amazing Aba in my life. I kept myself busy and distracted today but always let mommy into my heart, I just needed some time to myself so I'm sorry I didn't call you. I spent the day working on myself and my home and being grateful that I have the two best parents anyone could ask for. I love you more than anything and every time I get stressed out about school or anything else I just keep in mind the day that I get to take you on vacation (Alaska? Greece?) And it makes it easier to work through. I'll call you tomorrow after a good night's sleep and some R and R and we can catch up. I hope you're day was filled with positivity and beauty and again I love you!
Nadia

Thank you for your lovely tribute. How wonderful to have had such an amazing life partner to share many years of the journey through this veil of tears and unveiled ecstasy.

I would also like to share how powerful it was to read through all the mementoes as they each speak to the power and beauty Jahan trails behind. She blessed this realm with her full being and transitioned to the next, always moving, in ever spiraling circles of love.

I see that Jahan continues to bring forth her majesty and commitment into this world, continues making it a better place. May we all be blessed with such a mission, such a destiny!

Her life, spiraling into my life, unmeet on this path, yet recognized, beloved. I am blessed and filled with gratitude for her life, her presence, her essence, her example.

Thank you for sharing your journey with us! You express your grief with such an open heart that it heals my own, and reverberates, reminding me that the veils are thin and our love is powerful!

In deep gratitude and many blessings,

Laurie Larsen

ډیر اعلی شعر د ډیر درانه ټنګ ټکور سره د ډیـرې درنې خور جهان ستانیزۍ د مړینې د تـلیـن په نـیـولو کې کارول شـوی دی. دوه ځلې مې واوریـد او په فکر کې ډوب شوم چې ګوندې خور مې ژوندۍ ده! خو پوه شوم چې په روح کې مې ژوندۍ ده او جـسماَ د هسک څښتن غـیـږې له تللې ده. ډاکتر رحمت ربی ځیـرکیار، ۲۰ اګست ۲۰۱۵

Dear & Distinguished Scholar, Professor Stanizai Saheb,

Having been profoundly touched by your message below and its sad segments, please accept my deepest sorrow and sympathy for the painful lose of your beloved partner of life, Marhooma Jahan Jan, PBUH. Nevertheless, what personally consoles and calms me down as a a friend and as a human being on this ocassion is your noble qualities of a true gentleman, the crystal clear profundity of your understanding, your unique passion and your genuine emotions for her PBUH…. soooooo eloquently reflected on the occasion of her sad anniversary under the different segments of the very rich and meaningful page below. What I would like to share in this context with you as a modest dedication is what my father had consoled me and himself right after the death of my beloved mother PBUH: Quote: "Waheed, the death of your mother brought just a physical departure. The marriage and the bond between me and her made the two of us into one. This means that even I have lost her physically, I am still left with that special love that burns inside me and never dies. That internal love burns on even she is no longer with me. That genuine love inside me is so great that will no doubt carry and sustain me after her passing." Unquote.

Please kindly accept the You Tube Link below: as a modest dedication: "Nice Romantic Pashto Song" on my part on this sad occasion in her great and everlasting memories!!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QCuMSW96PJM

With the renewal of my best wishes for your continued good health and many successes, and Peace Be Upon Your Beloved Parter of Life, Marhooma Jahan Jan!!

With My Utmost Respects,

Waheed Waheedullah

Beautiful. I can feel into your experience now that I have seen your garden. The view is so exquisite, I can see your soul soaring out over the mountains, and up over the sea, into the ethers.

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I will also share two poems with you Zaman, for we have an attunement. (my spell checker substituted “attainment.” But perhaps that is not wrong, either?)

The first is by a friend I knew in Berkeley in the 60s, Jack Gilbert, who became a famous poet. (You can “google him). It’s about “Art” (and artifice).

The second is by me within the last year, and sums up the way the design of my spiritual path appears to me these days.

Sincerely,

Doris

Poetry Is A Kind Of Lying

by Jack Gilbert

Poetry is a kind of lying,

necessarily. To profit the poet

or beauty. But also in

that truth may be told only so.

Those who, admirably, refuse

to falsify (as those who will not

risk pretensions) are excluded

from saying even so much.

Degas said he didn't paint

what he saw, but what

would enable them to see

the thing he had.

Bio of a Freelance Mystic

by Doris W. Davis

From the crossroads at birth

I have ventured purposefully,

in all the four directions

choosing sober lightness over giddy despair

with the motto:

"All knowledge and experience is of the self"

. . . and / or of the Self.

Pursuing art, religion, science and philosophy,

developing innate senses of beauty, devotion, pragmatism and curiosity

I have visited every altar, sacrificing my perspective

through the prism of each / other

I have satisfied myself that all are splendid paths.

All worthy, unique, opening into singular spaces:

mystery, solace, awe, and the peace

flowing from the truth

that all is constantly erased and renewed,

as above, so below,

as within, so without.

Dear Zaman Jan,

Your email mail made me very sad again for my sweet Jahan is no longer with us physically but she is always in our hearts and minds. My memories took me far faraway seeing and remembering our conversation with loud laughter. We enjoyed our friendship and conversation. She had a beautiful soul. I really miss her and lover her very much. She will always be in my heart and my mind. I'm very proud of my friendship with her. May Allah to bless her beautiful soul and give you the strength and patience to cherish her memories with your lovely children.

Please give my love to your sweet children.

Fauzia Assifi

باعرض سلام واحترام ، ازواقعه ی غیر منتظره ودلخراشی که برای جناب شما رخ داده بوده ، من همین امروز توسط ئی میل شما مطلع ومتأثر شدم خداوند لایزال ایشانرا مغفرت وبر داغ دل شما مرحم لطف خویش را بگارند ، ما برگهای خزانی شدیم که طوفان جهالت ۲۶ سرطان مارا در هرگوشه وکنار جهان پراگنده ساختند ، ما از غم واندوه یکدیگر سالها بعد مطلع میشویم ، من مادرم رایکسال قبل از دوبۍ به کابل بخاک سپاریدم وبرادر جوان ۵۰ ساله را نیز ۲۰۱۲ دفن نمودیم . علاوتاً داغ هموطنانی که هر روز زیر این نام ویا آن نام ازدست میدهیم دنیا را برای ما وشما دوزخ ثانی ساخته است : بارک

Dear Zaman,

May Jahan’s tender loving memories, like her name Jahantab Alam (Aftabe Alam Tab) shine over your life and be a source of inspiration for you.

چو غرق آب حیاتم چه آب می‌جویم؟

چو با من است نگارم چه می‌دوم چپ و راست؟

نگاه کردم و در خود همه تو را دیدم

نظر چنین نکند آن که او به خود بیناست

به نور طلعت تو یافتم وجود تو را

به آفتاب توان دید کآفتاب کجاست؟

Wishing you peace and joy,

pirayeh

I am truly touched by how her positive and graceful image is nourishing your creativity, especially in using such rebirth symbolism as butterfly. My sister’s name was butterfly in Persian. Even though her life was short, I prefer to think she achieved whatever life and fate wanted her to achieve. Every time I think of her, the following poem from Tagor comes to my mind: The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.

Warmly,

pirayeh

درود
بدرود! چنین گوید بامدادِ شاعر
رقصان می‌گذرم از آستانه‌ی اجبار
شادمانه و شاکر

از بیرون به درون آمدم
از منظر
به نظّاره به ناظر. ــ
نه به هیأتِ گیاهی نه به هیأتِ پروانه‌یی نه به هیأتِ سنگی نه به هیأتِ برکه‌یی، ــ
من به هیأتِ «ما» زاده شدم
به هیأتِ پُرشکوهِ انسان
تا در بهارِ گیاه به تماشای رنگین‌کمانِ پروانه بنشینم
غرورِ کوه را دریابم و هیبتِ دریا را بشنوم
تا شریطه‌ی خود را بشناسم و جهان را به قدرِ همت و فرصتِ خویش معنا دهم
که کارستانی از این‌دست
از توانِ درخت و پرنده و صخره و آبشار
بیرون است

انسان زاده شدن تجسّدِ وظیفه بود
توانِ دوست‌داشتن و دوست‌داشته‌شدن
توانِ شنفتن
توانِ دیدن و گفتن
توانِ اندُهگین و شادمان‌شدن
توانِ خندیدن به وسعتِ دل، توانِ گریستن از سُویدای جان
توانِ گردن به غرور برافراشتن در ارتفاعِ شُکوهناکِ فروتنی
توانِ جلیلِ به دوش بردنِ بارِ امانت
و توانِ غمناکِ تحملِ تنهایی
تنهایی
تنهایی
تنهایی عریان

انسان
دشواری وظیفه است

ستانِ بسته‌ام آزاد نبود تا هر چشم‌انداز را به جان دربرکشم
هر نغمه و هر چشمه و هر پرنده
هر بَدرِ کامل و هر پَگاهِ دیگر
هر قلّه و هر درخت و هر انسانِ دیگر را

رخصتِ زیستن را دست‌بسته دهان‌بسته گذشتم دست و دهان بسته
گذشتیم
و منظرِ جهان را
تنها
از رخنه‌ی تنگ‌چشمی‌ حصارِ شرارت دیدیم و
اکنون
آنک دَرِ کوتاهِ بی‌کوبه در برابر و
آنک اشارتِ دربانِ منتظر

دالانِ تنگی را که درنوشته‌ام
به وداع
فراپُشت می‌نگرم

فرصت کوتاه بود و سفر جانکاه بود
اما یگانه بود و هیچ کم نداشت

Dear Zaman, This is such an incredibly beautiful tribute to Jahan! Thank you so much for sharing her spirit's inspiration, and the strength of your many married years together with us. Her beauty, wisdom and divine compassion have surely only increased in the Higher Realm of all-encompassing divine love and bliss.

It seems almost ironic that I just lost my first niece in the wee morning hours of Aug. 21 this year. She too was born in 1952, only in October. Since she lived in Texas, where most of my family reside, I could not be present. She too suffered incredible physical pain during the last 8 months or more of her life from the ravages of unstoppable cancer. Now she's free, however, and I was so delighted that she was courageous to the end and fully ready to embrace an expansion in spirit.

We all move on together, for love is the infallible magnet that connects us in this dream drama and beyond.

All my best wishes both to you and Jahan's spirit in divine friendship,

Marian

سلام،

جهان رفت، با جهان میرویم،

با زمین وبا زمان میرویم،

هر لحظه وهرآن میرویم،

بیدرنگ وبی گمان میرویم،

افتان و خیزان میرویم؛

گرنرویم گنده شویم،

پسمانده و درمانده شویم؛

میرویم تا زنده شویم،

زندۀ پاینده شویم،

درباغ عدن گردنده شویم.

بانورجهان تابنده شویم،

هم ازاده وهم بنده شویم.

Jahan

Remembering Jahan

Second Anniversary Tributes

August 20, 2015

I thank all those who sent their tributes to Jahan on her second anniversary.