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Blood of the Innocents:  Martyrdom of the Prophet’s Family, then and now

Less than 50 years after the passing away of the Prophet Muhammad, a
small remnant of his family found themselves captives of the rulers of
the Muslim state. They had been dragged through the Iraqi desert, with
the women dishonored and most of their men killed.   Among those martyred was the grandson of the Prophet Muhammad, known as Imam Hossein.

Their path to this destination had been horrific and humiliating.  It had
involved a procession humiliating for them, and horrific for those who
saw it. This was a procession unlike any that the Muslim society had
witnessed. This gruesome scene involved the army of ruling powers of the
Muslim state, the Umayyads, marching en masse from the plains of Karbala
to Kufa. According the respected historian Tabari, their soldiers had
hoisted the severed heads of 72 of the family members of the Prophet
Muhammad on lances. Violating Islamic rules dealing with mutilation of
bodies, the soldiers were publicly parading the raised severed heads,
and the few survivors, through the cities of Kufa, before making their
way to the seat of the empire in Damascus.

In Kufa, the few surviving members of the family of the Prophet were
standing before Ibn Ziyad, who ruled over there by the authority of the
Ummayad Caliph named Yazid. In a shocking scene that was almost
unbelievable to most of those present, Ibn Ziyad was presented with the
captives, and a tray. On the tray was the severed bloodied head of the
very grandson of Prophet Muhammad, Hossein.

When the bloodied head of Imam Hossein was brought to Ibn Ziyad_s court
in Kufa, the cruel tyrant took his cane and mockingly struck the lips of
the severed head of Hossein, as if to taunt the fallen grandson of the
Prophet. An old man in the crowd, named Zayd the son of Arqam, who had
been a longtime follower of the Prophet Muhammad, was unable to control
himself any more, stepped forth even though it broke all courtly
decorum, and shouted at the ruler:

Remove your cane from these lips!
By God,
on these lips have I seen the lips of the Prophet of God,
kissing them.

This was the same Hossein whom the Prophet, as a tender grandfather loved so deeply.
This was the same Hossein that would climb on the Prophet's back when he would be bent over in prayer.
This was the same Hossein whose face the Prophet would kiss again and again, saying  "Hossein is of me, and I am of Hossein."

Now Hossein's body was on the ground in Karbala, trampled by horses.
And Hossein's bloody head sat on a silver platter, before Muslim rulers.

How could something like this happen?  How could a religion of justice and mercy have gone so wrong, so quickly?
More importantly, perhaps, how did
it happen? How did the Muslim community go from lovingly gathering
around Muhammad to killing his precious grandchildren in less than two
generations? These issues are at the very heart of the schism that eventually manifested itself as the split between those who came known as
the Shia and the Sunni factions of Islam.

There are events in world history where the significance of what takes
place far outstrips its mere historicity. A first-century Palestinian
Jew, son of a carpenter, is hung between two thieves at the behest of
Roman authorities, and today over a billion Christians see the
crucifixion of Christ as the ultimate symbol of God's deliverance of
humanity from sin. Six centuries before Christ, an Indian prince sat
under a tree, vowing not to move until he had transcended the cycles of
birth and rebirth. Today hundreds of millions of Buddhists look at the
enlightenment of Siddharata Buddha as the very model of how to rise
above attachment and ignorance.

The martyrdom of Imam Hossein was such an event. At face value, it
represented the massacre of 72 people at the behest of a corrupt and
violent ruler. It would be not the first and not the last time that
blood of innocents has been shed on this Earth. And yet for many
Muslims, particularly for those who call themselves the Shia, the
martyrdom of Imam Hossein on the 10th day of each Muharram (referred to as Ashura) is indeed a cosmic event whose significance is far greater than merely something in the remote plains of 7th century Iraq.

In all such cases, the crucifixion of Christ, the awakening of the Buddha, and the martyrdom of Hossein, these events become a symbol, a map, of something fundamental about the nature of universe: that there is sin and it must be redeemed, that there is attachment/suffering and it must be transcended, and that there is injustice and one has the cosmic responsibility to rise up against it.

In all of these cases, what happened there is also projected against
all time and space. Christians look not back at the crucifixion of
Jesus, but see that act of redemption as shaping their lives here and
now. For Buddhists, the key is not how that Indian prince became
awakened, but rather how we are to be enlightened. And for Shia Muslims
the question is not what Hossein did on the plains of Karbala in Iraq in
the month of Muharram of the year 680, but rather what are we doing today.

This is the power of religious imagination, which makes every place a
sacred place, and every day a sacred time. An Iranian intellectual of
the middle of the 20th century said it best:

Every day is Ashura
Every place is Karbala

May we remember that in order to avoid fossilizing Ashura, we should
remember that the real question is not just what Imam Hossein did in the month
of Muharram of the year 680 on the plains of Karbala in Iraq, but rather
what are we doing today.

Honoring Imam Hossein is not by sinking into the abyss of melancholy and
shedding tears, but rather by "carving a tunnel of hope through the great
mountain of despair," as other teachers have reminded us.

What would best serve the cause of Imam Hossein and Islam is not just to sit in
mourning but rather to rise in protest, rise majestically like Imam
Hossein against all the Yazids of the world today.    The Yazids of the
world are sometimes individuals every bit as devious as Shemr and Yazid of
yesteryears, but more often they are entities and concepts like oppression, greed,
occupation, militarism, brutality, violence, and every oppressive ideology
that stands in the way of affirming the dignity and integrity of each and
every member of humanity.

There are Hosseins today.    In Syria, in Gaza, in every corner of the earth where there are marginalized and the poor of the Earth, there are those who bear the perfume of Hossein.   And everywhere there are Yazids of today who oppress the Hossein-like meek of the Earth, and shed the blood of innocents.

May all these Yazids, literal and metaphorical, be upended on this and every Ashura, so that we can realize the daily relevance of the teachings of a beautiful and meaningful Islam.   May we do more than merely shed tears.    May we rise, majestically, to embody the spirit of revolution, in countering tyranny and oppression.

I am less concerned about the tears of sadness that we shed, and much more
concerned about our awakening, about our courageous actions in these days of Muharram.  I would like to see less sessions of crying, and many more sessions of organizing for action.  It is not the tears that I object to, but tears that do not lead to identification with today's meek, tears that do not lead the cry of the heart to take up direct action today.

May all these Yazids, literal and metaphorical, be upended on this and
every Ashura, so that we can realize the daily relevance of the teachings
of a beautiful and meaningful Islam.   We may avoid the trap of what some have called pious irrelevances, and cultivate a potent, politically aware, spiritually charged, effective and affective faith that is put to the service of today's Hosseins.

Every day is Ashura,
Every place is Karbala.


Every day is Ashura,
Every place is Karbala.


The above is an adaptation of Omid Safi's Memories of Muhammad:  Why the Prophet Matters.

Tags: ashura, husayn, imam hossein, karbala, yazid

Comments

  1. Ya Ali Madad…thank you.

  2. Thank you for your piece - finally something that is written in a way that is accessible to those outside of the Shi’i circles.

  3. Brilliant sir. I enjoy your poignant writings, for they ring of truth, and nothing but the truth.

  4. Naughty, naughty! Jesus Christ wasn’t crucified. The ritualized remembering of one so loved year after year the Shia way is unhealthy and overindulgent. History is replete with battles lost and won, the victorious and the humiliation of the defeated. Karbala was no exception. These guys are way out there. 

  5. @Abu Hamza the Wahhabi

    So in other words.. you mean “So What!” the grand son of the “beloved” Prophet of Islam was killed battle!

    You do realise the Prophet said about his grand son “Hussain is from me and I am from Hussain”!?

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