Eulogy for Roya

Kirsten Roya Azal

1968 ~ 2019
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There are many people claiming to be spiritual or religious, even with many

followers, who don't understand a thing about anything and are merely

chattel to a franchise of the popular consensus reality dressed merely in

spiritual cloth. As far as I am concerned, the maqām (spiritual station) of my

late wife was above all of theirs combined. What I admired and loved about

Roya more than anything was that Roya not only had illimitable spiritual

depth and understanding -- which her artwork amply demonstrates and

enshrines forever -- but Roya like myself had the warrior’s spirit. She was also

a woman who possessed futuwwah or javānmardī, chivalry; and she intuitively

understood the reality of Tabarra (disassociation from evil) and Tawalla

(conjunction with the providential guidance of the divine) – and, this, long

before I explained it all to her -- which 99% of so called spiritual people do not

remotely comprehend. She was both a daughter of the Alps as well as a

witness to the eternal Karbalāh-Ṭabarsī, a spirit seamlessly moving between

Wagner’s operas and the soul illuminating prayers of the Imāms of the Ahl al-

Bayt/Family of the House (‫)ع‬, a world inhabited by Goethe, Suhrawardī, the

Bayān and Rosa Luxemburg and where ʿAlī (‫)ع‬, His wisdom and His sayings

and Fāṭima (‫ )ع‬and Her example was the constant companion, exemplar and

solace. In many ways, Roya reminded me a lot of my great ancestor Ṭāhirih

Qurra’tu’l-ʿAyn (d. 1852): at once a political revolutionary of unshakable

commitment and unimpeachable integrity as well as a spiritual visionary of

illimitable and profound depth. She was the real deal.

In short, just like myself, Roya was precisely the type of person this

malevolent zeitgeist of the times (i.e. the Wetiko, the acosmic ignorance/jahl

or darkness, ẓulma) loves to hate just as she and I are both avowed enemies to

everything it represents by virtue of our allegiance to, and so eternal

covenant, with the true Greatest Name which is the manifestation of the

ʿAql/Hiero-Intelligence/Nexal Consciousness, the NUR/Light. Roya and I met

because of our love for the Theophanic Persons of this true Greatest Name:

ʿAlī (‫)ع‬, Fāṭima (‫ )ع‬and the Ahl al-Bayt/the Family of the House (‫)ع‬. And it is

with the love of ʿAlī (‫)ع‬, Fāṭima (‫ )ع‬and the Ahl al-Bayt (‫ )ع‬that we bury her:

soil which I declare to be for the Fāṭimīya Sufi Order hallowed ground and

henceforth a place of pilgrimage and visitation because in life as in death

Roya was truly a shahīd (a martyr). Only those who know her full story, know

how Roya suffered for the past 11-12 years as a consequence of wrongs no one

should ever have to suffer at the hands of the most brutally unjust and evil

people and the most brutally unjust and evil system in existence, but “soon

shall those who have tyrannically oppressed know with what overturning they shall be

overthrown” (Qurʿān 26:227). And this is why Roya has earned her rank among

the awlīyā allāh (the saints and friends of God) because her suffering was

redemptive just like the suffering of all martyrs before her from Calvary to

Karbalāh to Shaykh Tabarsī and beyond as she was a witness (shahīd) tested

for faith and triumphed just like they did; and this is why the All-High called

her back to Its Light because (like few humans) she had perfected the trust of

her own light within herself and so her light was guided back to the Divine
Light. And so just as history has known Rabīʿa al-ʿAdawīya of Basra (d. 810 CE)

and similar female Sufi saints, it must now come to know Roya as well: a

German Sufi Saint of the 21st century.

My dearest Roya, Redmother, Earthangel! Words fail me. My heart is

broken. As God is my witness, I did not want you to leave us. You were

supposed to live to be 85 years old. And I especially never ever wanted to see

you separated from Nuri. Know, from the Great Beyond, that I love you more

than you will ever know and I miss you terribly, not just for the Booboo Bear’s

sake (which is heartbreaking enough) but also for my own. As inadequate as it

sounds, I also thank you for everything – everything!

I realize now that for all the exterior strength and toughness that you

were a fragile bird. God willing, you are now flying in the supreme

firmaments of divine glory, divine power, divine resplendence and divine

splendor in the Gardens of the Celestial Paradise while watching over your

two babies and protecting them down here below in this material world of

illusion. I will never forget you and the most precious gift that you gave to me

in our beautiful baby Nuriel: the Talisman of Love. These seven-eight years

together will punctuate the remaining years of my own life as the oasis years:

years for which I can never thank you enough even though I know how hard

it sometimes was for you.

As heaven and earth are witness, to Nuriel you were the greatest

mother in the universe: devout, loving, loyal, dedicated, caring, hardworking.

I promise you that I will strive to raise Nuriel in the best way I know how, to

always protect her, and make her into the NUR, the Light, that she was born

to be and so pass on to her a legacy from both of us; but I will always need
your help from the Other Side, so be with me my darling – with us – always

and forever in Spirit. While you soar in the heavenly realms of the Light of

lights, your physical place with us here is empty, so do not leave us

completely absent of your presence. Visit us in our visions, in our dreams, in

our hearts, in our minds whensoever you wish, and watch over us and help

guide the light unto the Light.

I will attempt to have Inji and Nuri connect one day and establish a

genuine relationship on their own terms as sisters and without any

interference or input from that accursed demon of perdition (may the All-

High hasten his permanent entry into hell) or anyone else. And before I leave

this world myself, I promise you, I will endeavour to get justice on your behalf

in the injustice that was perpetrated against you by the satanic British system

(may the All-High obliterate and erase the malevolent influence of that

system from all existence forevermore). Your fight was not in vein. Justice

will not be denied. Your pain was not wasted. Your struggle counted for

something, for it was the struggle of Good against evil, Light over darkness,

which your art demonstrates. Nor will your memory ever be forgotten. It will

always be blessed because you were, as you will always be, a true Visionary

and Warrior of the Good, a Letter of the N.U.R. and among the chosen of the

true Greatest Name: the Earthangel, the Redmother, forever and ever. Amen!

As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil: for
Thou art with me; Thy rod and Thy staff they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table for me in the presence of mine enemies: Thou
anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will
dwell in the house of the Lord forever ~ Psalm 23:4-5