I love Cat stevens as much as I love Yusuf Islam :D

Well, after a long time of only writing about bellydance. I have decided to write about a singer which i really love, admire and wish to be like him someday. Thats none other than Cat Stevens a.k.a Yusuf Islam 🙂

Among all his looks, i like this nice hairy one with beard and moustache. I knew him first as Yusuf Islam. A very religious and peaceful person who was a singer back in the seventies. Thats all i knew about him. I listened to some of his new songs nowdays and really admire the way he evolved. Two days back, Yannick sends me two songs of Cat Stevens. “I love my dog” and “Matthew and son”.

Thats was the first time, i am hearing how Yusuf Islam sounded when he was Cat Stevens. I fell in love with the simple lyrics and music and decided to learn more about Cat Stevens. There was a documentary on Youtube about Brother Yusuf.

It made me admire him so much. He had a great love for music and arts and at the peak of singing career, he abandons everything. What i love about this man is that he actually reflects to himself. When he was down with TB, he was looking at spiritual side. He looked at Christianity, Buddhism and even tarot cards. It is strange to know he realised, money fame and women didnt give him peace. And when he almost drowned, he made a promise to God that he will serve him. His brother, when returning from a trip to Jerusalem, passes him a “Quran”. Reading the chapter Joseph, he found peace in it and later declares himself as a Muslim. He abandons his career to help and serve the poor.

What really touched me was when he gave the respect to his mother to find him a bride. He brought a few home and asked his mother. And actually married the one his mom asked him to.

And now he is still happily married with 5 children. Serving poor people and helping around. Even though, alot hate him for the fact he is a Muslim. I respect the way he threw everytg superficial to help those who are in need. And he wasnt very old to realise that. At the age of 19, he was researching and finding answers. How many youngsters do that :).

I believe i must be very much into the arts even though i never really wanted to do anything in arts. Most of my relatives are into medicine, engineering or business. I kind of considered being in the arts field not very priestigious. But that isnt true. What is most important is that you live life the way you feel it should be. I had always loved writing, drawing, singing or dancing. I discovered i could dance only after taking up bellydancing. In fact, i am more of a singer. For some reason, i left singing in primary school itself due to the lack of opportunity. Maybe in the future, i will look into indian classical music. But for now, i want to really understand bellydancing. It still captivates me with all those mysterious movements. 🙂

I love this man’s music so much. I was never a fan of fast paced western Music. Listening to this man, made me feel much better. The simple background music and his voice. His lyrics were not obscene but simple and touching to the heart. My favorite is “I love my dog” which was his first song. And i think the meaning is really true. Its the same way i feel about my rabbits. Its like he brings something so “everyday” into music.  Maybe my taste in music is a little old fashioned. As a child, i loved all the old songs my dad played. “Child” was my favorite, but God knows who was the singer.

Yusuf Islam taught me something really important. He realised that singing can have positive effects. That made me feel that maybe my dancing isnt such a bad thing after all. Even though people look at it sexually. I wish to help many women out there. Like the old ones in my class. And i do wish to be like him and lead my life the way i really want, no matter what others might think or say. And i do wish to adopt a child from a war country or a really poor country. I also wish to adopt many abandoned rabbits. Just to keep you updated, i adopted a rabbit lately. Her name is Zills. She is a one year old lop rabbit.

i shall add something i read about him in a webpage along with the documentary.

Steve Georgiou
BORN: July 21, 1947, London, EnglandMy father was a Greek Cypriot and my mother was Swedish, but for some reason they decided to send me to a Roman Catholic school. I suppose that was the first anomaly of my life. Born Steven Demetre Georgiou, I was brought up Greek Orthodox, so didn抰 take part in the religious rituals at school; you could say it meant I started out life as an observer.My family weren抰 at all strict, but they did want me to have a good moral grounding – hence their reasons for sending me to a Catholic school. I learned about good and bad, and about morality in general, and religion definitely left a strong impression on me. When a friend of mine refused to kneel at prayer because he didn抰 want to spoil the crease in his trousers, it caused a fracture in our friendship. I must only have been about seven at the time!Ironically, considering I have now converted to Islam (and am now called Yusuf Islam (Bio)), my upbringing was very anti-Muslim. Essentially, the Greeks and Turks were enemies, so I adopted the stance of my Greek Cypriot father and hated everything about the Turks, including their religion: ‘Islam’, whatever that meant.There was a Muslim family living near us and, although we never hurled abuse at them or anything like that, we did keep our distance. I grew up in the West End of London. My parents ran a busy restaurant in the upper part of Shaftesbury Avenue and so the atmosphere I was born into was exciting. Life was all lights, hurried people and black taxis. We were close to the theatres and that is definitely where I picked up my interest in the entertainment industry.

I was the youngest of three, and I抦 sure my brother and sister would say I was very spoiled as a result, but I certainly did my fair share of hard work. By the time I was 10, I was already working as a waiter in the shop, clearing away and mopping up, so I suppose that抯 when I first learned how to serve people. Sometimes, I turned the kebabs, but normally things went quite well and, because I was so young, I got lots of tips from the customers.

Being a mixed-race child wasn抰 difficult. The part of London I grew up in was so cosmopolitan that I didn抰 stand out at all. But it was an interesting situation at home. The hot and cold of my parents?different personalities meant I learned to maintain a kind of balance throughout my life. I loved the emotions of my father and the fact that he was so very strong-willed, active and smart. But his temper was sometimes a bit much for some of us. Our mother, on the other hand, was very cool and collected, and always found time to listen.

But I do remember a bit of shouting in our household. I must have been about eight when my parents decided to break up. It was an unusual separation because they both remained in the house. We all lived above the restaurant, with my father taking a first floor room, while my mother took another.

We all shared a single living room but the real centre of activity was the shop, where my parents both continued to work. The only difficulty was the sleeping arrangements. Occasionally, I would become the object of a tug-of-war between them. Because my father usually won, I would end up sleeping in his room most of the time. Strangely, though, I was always closer to my mother.

After they separated, she tried to set up home in Sweden, and I found myself going to school there for about six months. I was the only dark-haired, dark-eyed, olive-skinned boy in the whole blond- haired, blue-eyed school. At play time, I was the centre of attention. I had a section of the playground for myself where all the boys could come to take a look at me. This way, I got to choose who would be my friends that day, but it increased my sense of being an observer.

I was always a sensitive child and tended to look rather closely at life for someone so young. I was quite an introvert and was forever thinking. I can抰 remember a time as a child when I wasn抰 thinking about something.
Once, I tried not thinking, while I was on my way to school, but I couldn抰 manage it.

When we returned to my father in London, I found myself always trying to patch up things between my parents. I felt I had to be a bridge between them.

Later, when I became famous, my success was a great source of pride to both of them. In a way, I think that helped to keep us all together.
I showed my artistic ability at a very young age, and it was my mum who encouraged me. I would often draw late into the evenings, but instead of telling me to stop and go to bed, she would leave me to get on with it. My interest spread to music, which gave me a way of expressing all those thoughts. We had a grand piano at home, and I soon learned how to play it.
Later, I switched to the guitar and started writing songs which I recorded on to a demo tape in a studio just down the road. Once I had changed my name to Cat Stevens (Bio), I was on my way.

I had my first hit when I was 18, with a song called 慖 Love My Dog (Song)? All that fame led to a big change of lifestyle. I was being interviewed, photographed and chased by girls. Although I抎 love to say none of that actually changed me, it did have an effect. Rather than worrying about being too young for this success, I thought I had left it too late, my expectations were so high.

I had grown up in Soho and was pretty streetwise. I suppose I was quite naughty when I was young, trying to see what reaction I would get from my parents. I smoked and went off to art school at 17, and that exposed me to lots of ideas and new customs.

Although I lived life fast, I was always searching for answers. I was aware that there was something I had to achieve in life. At first I thought that if I had luxuries, that would answer all my problems, but it didn抰.

At 19, I contracted tuberculosis and was whisked off to hospital. It was a very scary time – I came face-to-face with my own mortality. It sparked off my first earnest search for a way forward. The thoughts which I developed during that teenage period of illness helped me to reflect on things, and paved the way for the life I now lead as a Muslim.

3 thoughts on “I love Cat stevens as much as I love Yusuf Islam :D

  1. I love YOUSUF ISLAM

    He is a ISLAMIC HERO

    May Allah help & excuse YOUSUF ISLAM

    We appreciate you Br. YOUSUF ISLAM

  2. Unquestionably one of the greatest singer/songwriters of the 1970s, Cat Stevens is right up there with his peers, Harry Nilsson, Paul McCartney, Andrew Gold, Albert Hammond who all wrote and performed great music in the 70s.
    Giving up the music business in the 1978 to embrace the Islamic faith, he became known as Yusuf Islam and has since become highly respected as a man of peace throughout the world.
    I have the greatest respect for Cat Stevens/Yusuf Islam.

    MichaelPatMurphy (Ireland)

  3. Yes Patrick his music makes that people start to think about live.He is a man of Peace and as Yusuf Islam he found what he was looking for.
    he is a example to show us all that we not must fight but building bridges to eachother and ofcause with such example his son Yoriyos is doing the same thing.May we hear a lot of good music and peacefull words in the next future of the both.

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