A new weekly series about Egypt (Saturdays)
The author of this series "Egyptian Frescoes" André Dirlik was born in Egypt and spent the first twenty years of his life in Cairo, then moved to Beirut where he studied at the American University. He later completed his studies at Mc Gill University, in Montreal.
André's long career as professor exclusively at the "Collège Militaire Royal de Saint-Jean" was only interrupted when that institution closed it's doors in 1995.
Egyptian Frescoe (18):
al-Islam huwa al-Hall – sequence one.
I had
directed Edward Said and an American acquaintance of his to the Andalus
Gardens, across Kasr el-Nil bridge, on al-Guezira. We were to meet with friends
in this most idyllic site, along the Nile, where a childhood pal, Hasan
al-‘Igayzi, retired general and once commander of al-Sa’iqah Brigade, was to
entertain us for diner.
Hassan Jamali, who had visited his parents in Homs and
was transiting through Cairo, would also be there. So was Mukhtar Nur ed-Din
and a friend of his from Spain. Hasan also invited Adham Safwat and Mahmud
Fathi, old timers of ours. Mahmud, an Ikhwan who had escaped to Saudi Arabia
when Nasser first cracked down on the Muslim Brotherhood, was back in Egypt and
had been to Tahrir Square to attend a rally organized by his party. There would
also be my class mates from university years in Montreal, ‘Ali ed-Din Hilal and
Rusen Sezer. Rusen had brought along two Turks. One, I recognized immediately:
Recep Erdogan, the Prime Minister of Turkey. The other, I had often heard of:
Yünüs Emre, the poet and Sufi from Konya whom Rusen publicized in his thesis.
‘’Buyrümüz, welcome’’, I said, awkwardly. Raja had worn a Yasmak and a Shalvar
and I introduced her. ‘’Masallah, hanum’’, they bowed and uttered. We presented
the Turks to May, the daughter of Hidayat Naguib, a school mate, and a grand
niece of Gen. Muhammad Naguib. She lives in Calgary. Someone from al-Azhar was
in conversation with ‘abd al-Razzaq al-Sanhuri, the eminent jurist and proved
to be none other than Shaykh Muhammad ‘Abduh. How nice of Hasan to have
gathered such an eminent crowd, and in al-Andalus Gardens of all places, with a
view on the river, its alleys bordered with Palms Royal, its famous maze which,
as children, we called the House of Goha and a collection of flowers which
originated from Kitchener’s Island, in Aswan, and were in bloom and displayed
their scents to the cross winds.
Andalos Garden in Cairo |
Kichener's Island in Aswan |
I
approached Mokhtar. I had not seen him in years although we often speak on
Skype. I asked him to introduce me to his elderly friend from Spain. I thought
he was referring to the destroyer S/S ibn Rush of which he was First Mate when
I butted into their conversation. ‘’No ya Andareh, this is Shaykh Abu al-Walid
ibn Rushd of Qartaba. What a great pleasure, ya Ustadh I replied. Mokhtar also
pointed to two other elderly ‘Ulama’. ‘’Come, let us join Shaykh Jamal ed-Din
from Afghanistan and Shaykh ‘abd al-Raziq whom you surely never met but heard
of’’. But Shaykh ‘Ali had drifted towards Yünüs. What an evening was ours going
to be? The moon was full. Yünus drew our attention to the Fountain of Twelve
Lions that had been murmuring the Ninety Nine Attributes of Allah. We were
ushered around the dining table to partake our meal. Yünüs sat next to Shaykh
‘Ali and to Mahmud.
Liwa
Hasan was still standing and welcomed the two ladies, our eminent and learned
visitors from bygone days and all of us others. He offered his guests a choice
of beverages, tea, Cacola and mashrub which Premier Erdogan kindly had brought
along, and he lifted a bottle of Sari Zeybec Raqi. ‘We have plenty of all and
there is iced bottled water, of course; we can, also, order Sugar Cane juice
from outside’’. Each placed his or her order from the two Sofragiyyah assigned
to serve us. ‘’Yalla, ‘Amm Muhammadayn, he addressed the Nubian cook, serve the
lentil soup. Then: I am a military man, he said while he stared at Mahmud. I
tasted war in Yaman and at the Mitla Pass, in Sinai. In order to organize this
memorable evening, I worked the telephone and used my contacts. Also, during
the past three days, I was in Fayyum shooting ducks which ‘Amm Muhamaddayn has
prepared for us tonight. Tell me, Mahmud Bey, what do your people mean when
they say al-Islam huwa al-Hall? I never was taught much about Islam when I was
young unlike Andariyya, here, whose Religion was drilled in him since he went
to school. And look what happened: the only Kafir in our midst’’. In unison,
Rusen, Adham and Hassan wished to also be included as Kuffar. Hasan pursued,
still staring at Mahmud. ‘’My father taught me to pray and we fasted Ramadan. I
can recite al-Fatiha and Ayat ul-Kursi. There is no clergy in our religion and
each tailors his faith as he pleases. Is that not so? I know enough about
Qada’, free will, and Qadar, predestination, to ask you what is it that the
Ikhwan want to achieve except take power and revenge for what Nasir, Sadat and
Mubarak did to you?’’ Mahmud calmly replied: ‘’we want to apply the Shari’a and
establish an Islamic State. Thus would we guarantee against the excesses
committed by previous regimes’’.
Raja & Andre |
Duck,
stuffed pigeon and grilled meats were served along with salads and pickles as
soon as the soup dishes were cleared. Raja interrupted: ‘’André and I will have
‘Araq, with your permission. You see, the Qur’an states clearlythat the use of
alcoholic beverages is strictly forbidden then, in the same breadth, that one
should not approach one’s prayers in a state of drunkenness. I have chosen to
abide by the latter verses. I also find that a drink helps me better digest my
food and I was comforted by a Hadith attributed to the most famous of our
Caliphs, ‘Umar ibn al-Khattab, that quotes him as having said: We used to eat
Camel meat and only wine would help us digest it. André’s favourite teacher at
the Institute of Islamic Studies, Niyazi Berkes, had once told me that one of
the four founders of Islamic Jurisprudence, Malik ibn Anas, argued in favour of
the use of alcohol for Muslims. I am satisfied with such learned opinions on
the subject. I have tailored my faith to satisfy my needs. I refuse to have
anyone tell me how to run my spiritual life’’. And she set to serve a drink for
Erdogan, Rusen and ourselves. ‘’I have prepared it the Lebanese way, with
‘Araq, water and ice in this order, not like in Turkey, Recep Bey. I hope you
will like it’’.. He lifted his glass and toasted her: ‘’Serefinize’’ . Then he
added. ‘’We have made the difference between an Islamic State and a State for
Muslims in Turkey. Our state is built on its Muslim Ottoman past and on the
Kemalist Revolution which saved the Turkish people from humiliation from the
West after 1918. Turkey’s democracy recognizes that the majority of our people
have the right to practice Islam. We are slowly changing the laws that forbade
them to worship freely under Atatürk. Our party considers itself Muslim
Democrat, as in Europe, Mrs Merkel’s is Christian Democrat. At the same time,
as I argued with your Ihvan leaders here in Cairo, Haci Mehmut, we believe in
secularism which protects the freedom of our citizens, even Atheists like
André’’. And myself, added Rusen emphatically who insisted on telling how we
had met in the early sixties: ‘’André and I were in the Registrar’s Office of
McGill University. We had refused to state our religion on the forms handed to
us and did not accept to be considered Agnostic as they wanted us to. We
finally agreed to be listed as Fire Worshipers. That year, in the university
statistics, there were two Zoroastrians on campus. That was before the Quiet
Revolution in Quebec and the establishment of the Secular State. Never in
Turkey since Atatürk could anyone force you to state you religion. EWS butted
in: Over both you convictions, Rusen and André, I remember I was at André and
Raja’s Civil Marriage as best man in Arlington, VA. I am an Agnostic and was
married in Church to please my parents. I met you, Rusen, many years later, at
the Dirliks, during a visit to Montreal, and we talked about religion. I
remarked then that André was a hyphenated Atheist, a Catholic-Atheist and Rusen
a Mevlevi-Atheist. We invariably become atheists to our own religious
tradition, is that not so, André?’’ If you are speaking of values, I will admit
that my social values derive from the altruistic message of many Christians
starting with one Saint Martin who shared his overcoat with a fellowman whom he
found freezing to death. Rusen had gone further: ‘’Gods are created by Men and
this subject is related to the way they talk, the words they use, ya Akhi’’.
Edward went on: ‘’When I think of how much Kierkegaard and Marx influenced you,
ya Rusen, I am amazed at the extent to which Islamic Mysticism has broadened
the intellectual vistas of Muslims.
I don’t think Christian, or Jewish Mysticism for that matter share this vision that Man is part of a Universe in which Gods and revelations may or may not have any place’’.
I don’t think Christian, or Jewish Mysticism for that matter share this vision that Man is part of a Universe in which Gods and revelations may or may not have any place’’.
Samuel
was half amused and half perplexed. ‘’Allow me to raise the question of the
Shari’a which I see as aiming to revert Islam back to the time of the Salaf. I
would like to have your feel on this point Mister Mufti, he added addressing
himself to ‘Abduh’’.
‘’You
know, Mister Samu’il, replied the Shaykh, I was Mufti of Egypt for many
years. Shari’a has always remained alive even when they closed the Doors of
Ijtihad, so to speak, in the 14th century, as you are taught by your
Orientalists. Take, for instance, doctor Andariyyah’s grandfather, Elias Bey
al-Lubnani. He came to Egypt during Cromer’s administration to sell Life
Insurance. He visited me at my home requesting a Fatwa to the effect that
insurance was not Riba, interest on money, and I gave it to him. But then, when
he wished to sell me a policy, I refused because I believed that, after my
death, Allah would provide for my family. So, how can you, Mister, use the word
revert? Even the great ibn Taymiyya al-Hanbali was not reverting to the time of
the Salaf when he paid with his life in order to implement Siyasa Shar’iyyah.
The danger for Muslims in his time came from the Mongol invasions. The Mongols
had become superficially Islamized yet they imposed the Yasa, their Customary
Law, instead of the Shari’a. His attempt became, therefore, to incorporate the
Yasa, Siyasa, into the Shari’a and the generations that followed fared well as
Muslims to the extent that little do people know that Siyasa was alien to us.
And, the same is true in this day and age’’. Mahmud felt relief come to him.
For an instant, he thought the Mamluk, his host, Adham, his companion of many
years, and his only Khawaga friend from before the Revolution would gang with
the General who had been targeting him.
Qubtan
Mokhtar remarked: ‘’most of us here have been living outside Egypt. My daughter
Mariam is half Japanese and was born in the United States. You, Mahmud, also
lived abroad. The difference is that we are in the West, you were in the Hejaz.
We have partaken in the twentieth century and now prepare to share in the 21st
in a global world while you still debate questions which ought to be left to
rest. Raja added: there were many things I objected to concerning the situation
of women in our Lebanese Sunni society. I chose the easy, some would say the
cowardly way out and settled in Montreal to seek my rights which women in North
America secured for us after their long struggle. We women, in the West, are
protected by secular laws. I deplore, meanwhile, that my sisters in the Muslim
World are finding it so hard to reach the same goals’’. Recep Bey interjected:
‘’You and André could have moved to Turkey and still can today...’’ And, ibn
Rushd added ‘’this is a fair statement, Senora Raja’: when, in Qartaba, I
expressed that women were the equal of men to the point that they could join in
waging war if they so wished, I was mocked. After my demise and that of my
students, Muslim Spain sunk into darkness. It is the duty of women to claim
their rights in all matters that count for them. Reason demands it and reason
demands that men assist them in reaching these rights’’.
The
subject of women made everyone turn to May, the modern young woman in our
midst. She was beaming from under her Hijab, obviously in agreement with all
that had been said and added: ‘’I was born in Senegal in an expatriate
community, she explained, and have lived all my life abroad. I am married to a
Canadian and have studied Islamics. I am a believer. The subject of Mysticism,
Islamic revival, the Revolution of the Young in Egypt take all my energies and
occupy my mind. I, meanwhile, seek the knowledge I do not possess. When it
comes to questions of meaning, ethics, purpose, education and death, Akhirah,
second hand information will not do for me. I cannot survive on a second hand
faith in a second hand God. There is to be for me a personal, unique
confrontation with reality if I am to come alive’’. Everyone had listened
intently and silently and was reflecting on what May’s charged words meant for
each of us. Only the Hoca from Konya felt he had fully understood her. Mahmud
looked at her sternly as if he were to scold her: ‘’Ghayr mu’ahhala. Not
qualified to be a Muslima, he mumbled’’. She added: ‘’ I guess I represent,
amongst you all, the future of Muslims who live abroad yet are eager to share
with the East the wonders of the West’’.
Stuffed Pigeons |