Abdullah

 

It was August 1981. The monsoon clouds were heavy between the mountains. I had travelled for the first time to Nainital, 2000 meter high in the Himalayas. Together with a porter I walked towards Ban Niwas, a branch of Aurobindo Ashram, on top of a hill.

Abdullah had reached from Delhi some hours before me. I saw him sitting by the window trimming his beard, when I put my laundry on the washing line and liked him at first sight.

Abdullah was from Jordan. He was the eldest of ten siblings and had worked in Saudi Arabia to contribute more effectively to the family budget. One day he came across a small book by Sri Aurobindo “The Basis of Yoga”. Aurobindo’s thoughts touched him deeply – so deeply that he started saving for a journey to India. He was 27 when he flew to India in October 1979 and straight away headed for the Aurobindo Ashram in Pondicherry. There he integrated himself into the community and worked on the ashram farm. Soon, however, he felt certain stagnation.

“People liked me. I was popular. But I was disappointed, in fact really depressed. Even in Saudi Arabia I had been popular. But if this is all in life, I didn’t want to live”, he later confided to me.

He changed the place and went to the Delhi Branch of the ashram. There, too, he was made welcome. Among other tasks, he was to guide the visitors around the ashram. Sri Surendranath Jauhar, the patriarch, who had built up the Delhi ashram on his private property and regularly spent the summers in Nainital, told me over lunch, “Since Abdullah shows the guests around the ashram, everyone is very impressed. In fact they are extremely impressed.” And after a dramatic pause he added, “Not by the ashram, by Abdullah!”

It did not take me long to realise that Abdullah was not average. We spent a lot of time together and soon almost the whole day.

Every morning Abdullah asked the cook whether he needed anything from the bazaar. Something or other was always needed and Abdullah offered to get it. Then he asked me, whether I come with him and I always said yes.

We also wandered into the surrounding villages. The peasants invited us into their houses and urged us to have tea and snacks. Abdullah accepted their hospitality without any hesitation, whereas I, with my German mind-set, started to calculate that those small farmers were poor and I did not want to deprive them of their hard earned biscuits. Yet I also could feel that they genuinely enjoyed our presence and happily offered whatever they had.

Abdullah sometimes sang spontaneously one of the songs of Kabir, a saint who lived 600 years ago, when India suffered under Muslim rule. When Abdullah sang, everyone was quiet. He touched the village folk with his sincerity.

Abdullah was intuitive, calm and loving and I could learn a lot from him. For example, when he took the soiled hand of a beggar child into his own, looked into his eyes and asked what his name was. Then that little face lit up with joy.

The monsoon was over. Abdullah suggested visiting the temples in Badrinath and Kedernath at a height of over 3000 metres. When we silently walked down to the bus stand at five o’clock in the morning, I briefly glanced over to him. In the same moment he looked at me, earnestly – and I could feel that I had fallen in love with him.

Only a few months ago I had intensely thought about love (see the link to “love in India” below) and realised that falling in love with one particular person is not the ultimate and yet I could not help it.

Probably it was my luck that I fell in love with Abdullah. Because he had not fallen in love with me. Maybe he did not even know that state. He simply loved. Only years later I got a notion what the difference is. And only after I could feel that difference in myself and not see it merely intellectually, being in love automatically lost its great attraction. I am in love when I need the other person, when life seems grey and dull without him. I love, however, when out of my own fullness I flow out to the other in love. When I love, I am free, when I am in love with somebody, then I am bound to that person. Yet when our glances met on that morning, I did not make these distinctions.

It was a dream to climb together almost 4000 meter high. Everywhere we got in contact with locals and pilgrims who had come from all corners of India. The atmosphere on the treks and in the busses was full of joy and excitement.

Abdullah had a humorous remark for each situation and often made everyone laugh, when we could have cried as well, for example when we got stuck at landslides. Our co-travellers enjoyed his company and during tea breaks some passengers inevitably called us to join them. They wrote down mantras for us, taught us the Arati song “Om Jaya Jagadisha Hare” and kept singing the tune till we had internalised it, gave us addresses of temples and saints whom we should not miss, told us stories about Ram and Krishna and discussed highest philosophy. It was interesting. Nevertheless I would have sometimes preferred to be alone with Abdullah. He, however, did not have such preferences.

“When I came to India, I had consciously given myself to the One – to Him as the Absolute as well as immanent in His manifestation,” he later wrote in a letter to me. “I try to be open for everyone whom I meet. It is not for me to judge or be selective, because He is looking out from all eyes.”

Abdullah talked about God as if he was the only true beloved, ever close, intimate, and present, who directs everything for one’s best and whom one meets in each human being. Therefore there were only brothers and sisters for him. The path that he so consequently followed was the same that I also wanted to follow, but kept forgetting in daily life. He reminded me of it. I had the impression that he had an inexhaustible store of love. It made it easy for him to give his time so freely to others. And it made him so likeable.

“What is your work”, somebody asked him once in the Aurobindo Ashram in Delhi. An ashramite who heard it answered for him, “His work is to love”. And when once an acquaintance asked when we are going to marry, Abdullah said calmly and with a serious mien, “Don’t you know that I am married already?” “Really? With whom?” the questioner reacted in surprise. “With everyone”, Abdullah replied and it was typical for him.

Once we attended a talk of Jiddu Krishnamurti in Delhi. After the talk a friend took us back on his motorbike. He asked Abdullah to get down at a crossing, in case a policeman was posted there. “It is not allowed to be three on a bike”, he explained. “No problem”, Abdullah replied. “I will convince the policeman that we are not three, but one.”

Abdullah felt closely connected with everyone. He was convinced that there is only one Brahman, Allah, God or Self (names don’t matter). So his Self was also the Self in all others. For him it was clear that in every human being the one God wants to give full expression to his beauty, love and fullness. The differences among human beings are only in the degree in which the potential is manifested. The potential itself is in everyone the same.

“On this physical plane you are closest to me. But my love is for everyone the same”, he told me once. It was not really what I wanted to hear. I would have rather had him say that I was special. But Abdullah could not do me this favour, if he remained true to himself.

He tried his best to make me understand how he perceived the world. “Do you feel the beauty here?” he asked pointing to his heart, when we admired the breath-taking sunset from the top of a mountain. My attention had been directed outwards and I had not felt my heart. But when he pointed to it, I sensed what he meant.

“There is an amazing potential of bliss in us, far more bliss than what sensual enjoyment can give.” he once said when we were on our 14 km trek to Kedarnath. I believed him, because I had once experienced amazing bliss. I was 22 at that time, and meditated with a mantra that a TM teacher had given. Fully unexpected, something suddenly opened up within me and almost unbearable bliss spread out for a long time.

So I knew there was indeed great bliss in me, though I had no idea how to access it. It was helpful to be with Abdullah. Again and again he directed my attention back to the one Self.

Something had happened to Abdullah a few months after he had arrived in India. He had felt very depressed and seriously thought of suicide. “In addition to my depression I had a bad flue with high fever and truly felt miserable. I don’t quite know what happened. Something shifted and I felt absolutely wonderful. I still had a bad flue, still had fever. Yet now I enjoyed it,” he shared with me. “This shift stayed. It is not important whether I am healthy or sick.”

Once, on Diwali, we visited a family in Delhi who were friends with Abdullah. They had two sons, 20 und 21 years old. It was a joy to be with them. Three days later Abdullah got a message from the mother. “Come! My son has died in a road accident.” It was heart-breaking. The body of Karu was lying on the floor in their flat, covered with a white sheet. His father sobbed uncontrollably. His mother tried hard to compose herself. I admired Abdullah. He did not fight back tears like me, though he had been close to Karu. He knew not only intellectually that everything is for the best and nothing really is lost by dying. Karu’s father put his head on Abdullah’s shoulder and wept. Abdullah sang with a low voice a soothing song into his ear. He had calm shining eyes.

We also spent time together in Pondicherry and Auroville. There, too, Abdullah would give his time freely to whoever asked for it. Yet in that westernised atmosphere, his attitude was a challenge for me. I could sense that two foreign women were in love with him. I could not blame them, but it brought out jealousy in me. Abdullah had shining eyes when he held my head in his hands and asked, “Did you ever think of being humble?”

A guru could not have aimed a better blow at my ego. Maybe his remark hurt so much, because I used to think that I was rather humble. Abdullah’s remark showed me that being humble did not mean to stay in the background for whatever reason. It meant: not wanting to be special. It seemed impossible. Maybe, those tears at that time were some sort of cleansing and the wish to be special has to fall off by itself. It cannot be ‘done’.

We also attended an international conference on “Ancient Wisdom and Modern Science” in Bombay. It was my first assignment for a German magazine and I felt intimidated by all those confident and competent looking delegates. The oneness of all was a topic at the conference, yet it seemed theoretical in the atmosphere of this 5-star hotel. Abdullah, however, was the same. He saw through the masks and loved what was behind them.

Abdullah was greatly devoted to Sri Aurobindo and wanted to go to Pondicherry in the heat of summer. It was a difficult decision for me, but I cancelled the train ticket that he had got for me in the last moment. He would come back to the north, we would meet again…

Abdullah wrote long letters from Pondicherry. He shared his thoughts and daily life in great detail. He also mentioned that he and a friend from Syria took swimming lessons from an Australian. Once, however, there was a gap of almost two weeks when no news came. Finally a letter reached, strangely from one of his friends in the Ashram. I was confused, hastily opened it and read: “Dear Maria, I don’t know whether you know already. On July 20th, he (the’ he’ was crossed out and Abdullah written over it) drowned in the sea in Pondicherry.”

“NO!” was all I could think and feel.

Epilogue:

It was very painful, yet already on the first day a voice got through to me and kept repeating: “Be bold, Maria! You know that I am not dead.” There were also many amazing incidents. For example a few weeks later in Haridwar, I had brought a friend to the night train to Delhi. It was late, when I came back to the Tourist Bungalow and sat for meditation. It was more a kind of dozing, yet suddenly I jerked awake: “Happy birthday, Maria! Happy birthday, Maria!” I clearly heard. “This is Abdullah”, I knew, but I didn’t know why he wished me ‘happy birthday’. Then I remembered that ‘tomorrow’ was my birthday. “Maybe it is tomorrow already?” I switched on the light. It was midnight sharp.

By Maria Wirth

Link to Love in India https://mariawirthblog.wordpress.com/2013/06/26/love-in-india/

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32 comments

  1. Quite a touching ‘personal’ story from you for the first time, of being with an ‘enlightened’ soul !

  2. Thank you for that article Maria.

    I have known and still know Muslims and Christians who are truly pluarlistic and Dharmic in nature like your Abdullah.

    http://www.desicontrarian.com/?page_id=2

    LIBERTY OF MAN

  3. Mike Pole-Baker · · Reply

    Namaste Maria, I remember you telling me some of this when we met in the multi faith Ashram, Shativanaam in 1983. I met several ‘enlightened’ or enthusiastic people there, including Fr. Bede Griffiths, but Your experiences and search for spiritual enlightenment encouraged me the most at the time, as I was in a depressed state. Thanks for sharing this again today …….you have rekindled my spiritual and emotional memories of India and encouraged me to search , and continue ,my own spiritual path. The uk (I’m in Cumbria ) feels spiritually barren ! With best wishes Mike

  4. surya usa · · Reply

    Water claims so many lives all over the world on a regular basis. He would have become another effective and influential spokesperson for sanatana dharma, just like now you are Maria.

    1. agree, but I feel some are born right on the brink of merging with eternity, and they go once the time comes and doesn’t necessarily hang around for the sake of rest of humanity …………just my personal take…

  5. So touching!! Human and divine….thanks Maria, for sharing.

  6. N R Deshpande · · Reply

    Your sharing is bold and touching. This further accentuate your point of view on religions. It reveals you have no aversions to persons but cardinal principals of these religions.

  7. No doubt why fell love with him! Divine soul indeed!

  8. chinmaya dasa · · Reply

    Pranams.
    When one sees himself on other, the duality is totally lost. Abdullah is one such great Soul. HE will live forever.
    Greater are those who live this limited relative earthly life, as embodiment of pure love, transgressing the duality.
    Abdullah is one such pure soul.
    Pranams.
    Chinmayadasa

  9. I could’ve just clicked on ‘like’, but wanted to say much more…can’t find the words to express how profoundly this story moved me. Thank you for sharing.

  10. Again one of best & real one …. Thanks

  11. vicharak1 · · Reply

    Yours is a moving tale. World need more of such Abdullahs and Marias.

  12. […] Source: Abdullah […]

  13. Pranam

  14. To reach this stage of seeing the divine in all is the toughest journey for every human being!!!! So when you share this, it makes us realise… it is not impossible!!! Blessed r u indeed to have met someone like him!

  15. Sujata Srinath (@Susri1210) · · Reply

    I have tears in my eyes…it was a beautiful read. Thank you for sharing with us a glimpse of an enlightened person. You are blessed to have known Abdullah!!

  16. P.N.Deshpande · · Reply

    Just read short answers to four questions on Qora.I opened the “Comments” part due to curiosity.I was pleasantly surprised to read about Abdullah.May his soul RIP.

    Regarding converting to Hinduism- There is no religion called ” Hindu”.This is just a way of life evolved in India over thousands of years.One need not believe in God to be named as Hindu.
    Any body on earth can follow this way of life ,accepting & respecting all living souls on this earth,allowing different thought processes to evolve,accept the all good philosophies developed by any body & carry on in search of truth ( ? god , science).

  17. Beautiful story of a wonderful person. As they say..’those whom God love die young’

    Abdullah means ‘The Servant of God’ and what better way to live life than loving the children of God, it is the most divine calling. Once a great scholar told me that if ever we come to know that how much God loves each one of us (irrespective of our followings and beliefs), our whole body would breakdown in awe of it.

    The aspect of Humility that is not wanting to be special is such a great take away from your story.

    Thanks for sharing!

  18. Dear Maria, i had read this story about Abdullah in Life Positive some years ago, and distinctly remember Abdullah whenever i travel via the middle east to Europe or US. I did not know it was you who was the author — even as i’ve been reading your blogs for some time now. Your story reflects the intensity of your love and the intensity with which Abdul lived. May the force be with you!

  19. Jai Joshi · · Reply

    The undelying theme of UG Krishnamurty was that “nobody wants to be or remain ordinary,all want to be special”This us where duality&ego kicks in deflecting us from our path

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  21. Venugopala Rao · · Reply

    Great experiences. You may cherish them all the time. Abdullah seemed to have got rid of the Islamic, monotheistic and ritualistic ‘belief’ in God. Truth is actually realized by honest, zealous probe combined with relentless practice of wisdom gained thus far. May God bless you with a long life.

  22. It is for what one is here on earth, to consecrate to Him; to surrender to Him; and nothing else in this life. Abdulla was able to do it in his life. We say Abdulla did it but it is wrong; it is He who did it to Abdulla. Grace! Those who are lucky, they make efforts and often feel tired of it as no result is there in sight. And when the appointed hour comes, one becomes Abdulla.
    Shreepal Singh

  23. Rajesh R · · Reply

    Very beautiful and sad at the same time. Those words were that Abdullah spoke were so powerful (‘there is an amazing potential of bliss in us’ ) and yet so true. Thanks for sharing.

  24. Sanjay Narain Saigal · · Reply

    With tears rolling from my eyes & a big lump in throat I write this
    Spirituality of “TATVAMASI” is final word Intellectually but attaining but dissolving out self in that Oneness is a very har, long & treacherous journey yet it is the best thing that happens to you inspite of all the trails, tribulations & beatings all the way. It’s a journey where you loose my self for yourself and suddenly it’s tears & joy all over all the way.

  25. what an absolutely delightful love story! SO much to learn from Abdullah and you, danke for sharing! with love and Om!

  26. Namaste. You write & share so beautifully ! I have been reading quite a lot of your posts on your blog this afternoon & then now this one – I am touched by all of them with take aways from most.
    Abdullah touched a little more as it is so beautiful to see the values we try to imbibe being lived so vibrantly. Even now he is continuing to spread love, inspiration, positivity ….. though his wave has merged in the sea💗🙏

    1. thank u for letting me know

  27. WHY DO YOU HAVE TO THAT?? I CAN’T STOP WEEPING, THOUGH AM IN MY 50s

  28. Rajesh Patil · · Reply

    Experiences put in a truly emotional manner !!

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