Among the Believers (28 page)

“Yes. They know what newspapers should do. You wouldn’t be able to tell us much.”

“Why do you say that?”

“You’ve told me yourself that Islam and the hereafter are the most important things to you.”

“How small you make us feel.”

I had momentarily—a number of irritations coming together: the political virulence of his paper, his wish both to remain Islamic and to exploit the tolerance and openness of the other civilization—I had momentarily allowed myself to be aggressive with him. I felt guilty.

But his rebuke was not all rebuke. He believed in the ideal of the Islamic state; he felt that Pakistan fell short of that ideal and deserved the disregard which he had read into my words. The Islamic ideal was the theme of a 1951 book,
Pakistan as an Islamic State
, which he had brought as a gift for me. It would help me to understand Pakistan, he said. And the book showed me that thirty years before, the Islamic ideal had been as vague, as much a statement of impracticable intent and muddled history (with interim worldly corruption), as it was now. The Islamic state, I read, was like a high-flying kite, invisible in the mist. “I cannot see it, but something is tugging.”

Remember Nusrat. Six months later, when I returned to Karachi and wondered whom I should look up, I thought first of Nusrat. I found him changed. That bubbling, intelligent man had gone grey. The Islam
he wished to serve had pushed him deep into paranoia; and I regretted more than ever that momentary impulse of aggression towards him, who after all knew only Pakistan.

N
USRAT
had spoken to the black-capped man in the registry about Islamic laws. I thought they were laws that had yet to be brought in. I didn’t know that seven months before, a set of ten Islamic laws had been passed by the military government: laws about Islamic courts and Koranic taxes on wealth and agricultural produce, together with laws about drinking, theft, and illicit sex. These last were hardly laws; they were more about punishments.

Drinking was to be punished by eight stripes. The punishment for illicit sex, for an adult Muslim, was to “be stoned to death at a public place”; for a non-Muslim, a hundred-stripe public whipping, with the possibility of death for rape. “The punishment of stoning to death awarded under section 5 or section 6 shall be executed in the following manner namely: Such of the witnesses who deposed against the convict as may be available shall start stoning him and, while stoning is being carried on, he may be shot, whereupon stoning and shooting shall be stopped.”

For theft—above a certain amount (above the value of 4.457 grams of gold), and not theft by a close relative, a servant, or a guest, and not theft of “wild grass, fish, bird, dog, pig, intoxicant, musical instrument, or perishable foodstuffs for the preservation of which provision does not exist”—for theft outside these circumstances the punishment for a first offence was the amputation—“carried out by an authorized medical officer”—of the right hand “from the joint of the wrist”; for a second offence, the amputation of the left foot “up to the ankle”; for a third offence, imprisonment for life. There was to be no amputation “when the left hand or the left thumb or at least two fingers of the left hand or the right foot of the offender are either missing or unserviceable.”

Generally, for many offences, there was to be a lot of whipping, and “The Execution of the Punishment of Whipping Ordinance, 1979” laid down the rules. “The whip, excluding its handle, shall be of one piece only and preferably be made of leather, or a cane, or a branch of a tree, having no knob or joint on it, and its length and thickness shall
not exceed 1.22 metres and 1.25 cm. respectively.” Whipping, if it was likely to cause death, was to be spread out or postponed. A pregnant woman was to be whipped “two months after the birth of the child or miscarriage, as the case may be.” The weather had to be considered. “If … the weather is too cold or too hot, the execution shall be postponed until the weather has become normal.” The decencies were to be observed. “Such clothes of the convict should be left on the body of the convict as are required by the injunctions of Islam to be put on.” Men were to be whipped standing, women sitting.

From the 1951 book Nusrat gave me, it seemed that almost as soon as Pakistan had been established, pious people had begun to chat about stoning to death and cutting off hands: “classical” punishments to be worked towards as part of a far-off Islamic ideal, when men became again as pure as (in this fantasy) they had been at the beginning of Islam. It couldn’t be said that that had happened in Pakistan; but from Hamid Ali, M.A., M.Ed., LL.B., the editor of
Combined Set of Islamic Laws, 1979
(the book I have used here), there was a more than legal welcome for the new laws. They made the nation “proud.” Outsiders had “wrong notions” about Islam. “Islam is a system aimed at bringing about a welfare, progressive and forward looking society.” It ensured “fair play”; its principles were for all time; its penalties were meant “to purge the society as a whole.”

But if I hadn’t so far been aware of these laws, it was because in the seven months they had been in force they hadn’t been applied. One case had caused a scandal. A
pir
or holy man in a provincial town had been charged with raping the thirteen-year-old daughter of one of his followers. The case against him couldn’t get far in the sessions court because the new Islamic law under which he was tried required four eyewitnesses to the act.

Why four eyewitnesses? This went back to a famous incident in the Arabian desert during one of the Prophet’s early military adventures, in 626 or 627, when the new faith was just about establishing itself, reducing small hostile communities one by one. The Prophet’s favourite wife, Aisha, then perhaps thirteen, had for some reason been left behind by the caravan one evening. She didn’t join it again until the morning, and then in the company of a handsome young soldier. There was an uproar among the Prophet’s companions. Ali, the Prophet’s cousin, thought that the Prophet should get rid of Aisha.
The Prophet—now in his mid-fifties—was distressed for days. But Allah intervened; the Prophet had a revelation that Aisha was innocent; that four witnesses were needed to prove adultery; that people spreading unfounded rumours about adultery deserved eighty lashes.

For a writer in the
Pakistan Times
—defending the government against accusations of Islamic slacking, and criticizing the mullahs who had advised the government about Islamic laws—the law about rape was faulty and absurd (“because the act is never performed in public”) and was based on a misreading of the Koran. The Prophet’s revelation was about “lewdness” and feminine lewdness specifically. It couldn’t be said to refer to rape. So it didn’t require the four eyewitnesses. Ordinary witnesses would have sufficed; even medical evidence might have been offered.

Who, Islamically speaking, was right? The mullahs, sticking literally to the most applicable revelation in the Koran? Or the
Pakistan Times
man, bending that revelation a little to make it fit the case, and giving a modern extension to the idea of witness? It was easy to state the Koranic punishment; it was another matter to work out law. To work out law, with only the historical, geographical, and cultural (and sometimes folksy) particularities of the Koran as a guide, was to become entangled in textual-religious-sectarian disputes of this kind, and very quickly to get away from the idea of equity.

The
Pakistan Times
man could not hide his rage about the mullahs. They were politically ambitious; they had “shrewdly entrapped” the government by framing laws that couldn’t work and then blaming the government for not operating these laws; they had divided Islam into conflicting sects and made Islam a mockery. The answer was to bypass the mullahs, do away with the sects, and go back to the holy book. Do that, and “we find light all around. But once we wriggle out of the Koran, there is nothing but darkness and confusion in store for us.”

But was it as easy as that? To raise just one point: how old was Aisha when she married the fifty-year-old Prophet? Was she six or nine or nineteen? Did she, as in one tender story, take her dolls and toys to the Prophet’s tent? The Koran doesn’t help; Aisha’s age has to be worked out from other sources. The question was gone into at length one Friday sabbath in the
Pakistan Times;
and the question is of more
than historical interest, because Aisha’s age at marriage—and there are nine different opinions—can fix the legal marriage age for girls.

In Islam, and especially the Islam of the fundamentalists, precedent is all. The principles of the Prophet—as divined from the Koran and the approved traditions—are for all time. They can be extended to cover all disciplines. The Prophet was reported to have said that the best Muslims were going to be his contemporaries, the second best the generation after, and so on, the decline continuing till the end of time. Can that be read as a condemnation of “Darwinism”? It is what the new, educated fundamentalists say. And it is at once sound faith, and part of their rage against the civilization that encircles them and which they as a community despair of mastering.

In the fundamentalist scheme the world constantly decays and has constantly to be re-created. The only function of intellect is to assist that re-creation. It reinterprets the texts; it re-establishes divine precedent. So history has to serve theology, law is separated from the idea of equity, and learning is separated from learning. The doctrine has its attractions. To a student from the University of Karachi, from perhaps a provincial or peasant background, the old faith comes more easily than any newfangled academic discipline. So fundamentalism takes root in the universities, and to deny education can become the approved educated act. In the days of Muslim glory Islam opened itself to the learning of the world. Now fundamentalism provides an intellectual thermostat, set low. It equalizes, comforts, shelters, and preserves.

In this way the faith pervades everything, and it is possible to understand what the fundamentalists mean when they say that Islam is a complete way of life. But what is said about Islam is true, and perhaps truer, of other religions—like Hinduism or Buddhism or lesser tribal faiths—that at an early stage in their history were also complete cultures, self-contained and more or less isolated, with institutions, manners, and beliefs making a whole.

The Islamic fundamentalist wish is to work back to such a whole, for them a God-given whole, but with the tool of faith alone—belief, religious practices and rituals. It is like a wish—with intellect suppressed or limited, the historical sense falsified—to work back from the abstract to the concrete, and to set up the tribal walls again. It is to seek to re-create something like a tribal or a city-state that—except in theological fantasy—never was. The Koran is not the statute book of a settled
golden age; it is the mystical or oracular record of an extended upheaval, widening out from the Prophet to his tribe to Arabia. Arabia was full of movement; Islam, with all its Jewish and Christian elements, was always mixed, eclectic, developing. Almost as soon as the Prophet made his community secure he sought to subdue his enemies. It was during a military march in the fifth year of the Muslim era that Aisha spent that night alone in the desert.

The West, or the universal civilization it leads, is emotionally rejected. It undermines; it threatens. But at the same time it is needed, for its machines, goods, medicines, warplanes, the remittances from the emigrants, the hospitals that might have a cure for calcium deficiency, the universities that will provide master’s degrees in mass media. All the rejection of the West is contained within the assumption that there will always exist out there a living, creative civilization, oddly neutral, open to all to appeal to. Rejection, therefore, is not absolute rejection. It is also, for the community as a whole, a way of ceasing to strive intellectually. It is to be parasitic; parasitism is one of the unacknowledged fruits of fundamentalism. And the emigrants pour out from the land of the faith: thirty thousand Pakistanis shipped by the manpower-export experts to West Berlin alone, to claim the political asylum meant for the people of East Germany.

The patron saint of the Islamic fundamentalists in Pakistan was Maulana Maudoodi. He opposed the idea of a separate Indian Muslim state because he felt that the Muslims were not pure enough for such a state. He felt that God should be the lawgiver; and, offering ecstasy of this sort rather than a practical programme, he became the focus of millenarian passion. He campaigned for Islamic laws without stating what those laws should be.

He died while I was in Pakistan. But he didn’t die in Pakistan: the news of his death came from Boston. At the end of his long and cantankerous life the maulana had gone against all his high principles. He had gone to a Boston hospital to look for health; he had at the very end entrusted himself to the skill and science of the civilization he had tried to shield his followers from. He had sought, as someone said to me (not all Pakistanis are fundamentalists), to reap where he had not wanted his people to sow. Of the maulana it might be said that he had gone to his well-deserved place in heaven by way of Boston; and that he went at least part of the way by Boeing.

“I
F
we seek guidance from the Koran,” the writer in the
Pakistan Times
said, “we find the light all around.” The mullahs’ laws about whipping and stoning to death had come to nothing, but an Islamic social order was still possible in Pakistan. A new “methodology” was needed. Bypass the mullahs; do away with the religious sects; give up the attempt to mix Islam, based on the sovereignty of Allah, with Western democracy, based on the sovereignty of the people; do away with the political parties.

The political advice was followed within weeks. The elections that had been promised were scrapped. But the state had to be governed, the people had to be policed. Public floggings were decreed, and there was no nonsense this time about eyewitnesses. The army sent out whipping vans to the bazaars: instant law, Islam on wheels.