Rashid Malik Allen

Rashid (Rok) Allen was born on April 29, 1970, in Portland, Oregon, to Veta Granville and Kenneth Allen.

Rashid had a gift—not just for seasoning ribs ‘til they fell off the bone, but for feeding people’s spirits, too. He gave of himself through food, laughter, and fierce loyalty.

A proud grill master, Rashid’s cooking wasn’t just good—it was legendary. From family reunions to community events, his plates were piled high and made with heart. He catered meals for organizations, lovingly cooked for the elders in his family, and made sure no one left hungry. If Rashid showed up with a meal, you knew you didn’t have to worry about food for days.

Rashid was a proud and devoted father, deeply invested in the lives of his children and present for every milestone he could be there for: He was always in the stands, shouting from the sidelines, his voice carrying clear across the game because he was so full of excitement and pride. He was loud, proud, and present—the kind of father you remember.

Rashid took a major role in raising Ardnecia ,Jaysean and Jenasey. They have fond memories of their father making them laugh, getting them anything they wanted and needed, driving them anywhere they needed to go, and lots of runs to Dutch brothers! Anytime he wasn’t with them he was calling them to just see what they were doing and to tell them he loved them.

When his oldest son, Izayiah, got married in 2021, Rashid was so moved he shed tears—a rare sight for a man who usually kept his emotions tucked away. Rashid made it a point to be there for life’s big moments, and family always came first—so being there to welcome his grandchildren into the world was something he wouldn’t have missed for anything. He had the blessing of holding his grandson in his arms before his passing—a moment of love and pride that meant the world to him.

Rashid gave of himself completely. Whether he was cooking for family, volunteering his time, or simply offering a listening ear, his presence was generous and steady.

Rashid was the kind of man who’d give you his last dollar, fry a turkey for the block party, and arrive with a smile that could light up any room.

His energy was undeniable. The moment he entered a space, you felt it.

Though he had six siblings, Rashid’s circle was wide—cousins, childhood friends, neighbors—he loved them like blood. He was that dependable friend, that loyal cousin, that soul who laughed loud and loved even louder.

Rashid was a true San Francisco 49ers fan—Niners Gang through and through. He loved dominoes, old-school soul music, and ‘90s West Coast hip hop. He could often be heard calling out one of his favorite sayings— “That’s HIM!” after a delicious meal, “Leonard!” just to get a laugh, and proudly referring to his children as his “Bebe’s Kids,” after the comedian Robin Harris.

Rashid’s heart was big enough for everyone. He didn’t care if you were the president, the pope, homeless, or a gang banger—he loved people and made sure they were fed, protected, and respected.

Though he may not be here with us physically, his spirit, his love, and his laughter remain with us—ever present in the hearts of those who knew him.

He is survived by his children: Izayiah Allen, Rahmeela Allen, Ardnecia Allen, Jennasey Allen, and Jaysean Allen; his grandchildren: granddaughter Harper Allen and grandson Crew Allen; his siblings: Montreal Granville, Medina Allen, Jameela Allen, Asia Allen, Yusef Alires, and Walter Kelsaw; his mother Veta Shamsud-din; and a host of extended family and friends who will carry his memory forward with love.

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