It's not the
Muslim Hajj, or the Hindu Kumbh Mela. Known as Arbaeen, it is the
world's most populous gathering and you've probably never heard of it!
Not only does the congregation exceed the number of visitors to Mecca
(by a factor of five, in fact), it is more significant than Kumbh Mela,
since the latter is only held every third year. In short, Arbaeen dwarfs
every other rally on the planet, reaching twenty million last year.
That is a staggering %60 of Iraq's entire population, and it is growing
year after year.
Above all, Arbaeen is
unique because it takes place against the backdrop of chaotic and
dangerous geopolitical scenes. Daesh (aka 'Islamic State') sees the Shia
as their mortal enemy, so nothing infuriates the terror group more than
the sight of Shia pilgrims gathering for their greatest show of faith.
There's another peculiar feature of
Arbaeen. While it is a distinctively Shia spiritual exercise, Sunnis,
even Christians, Yazidis, Zoroastrians, and Sabians partake in both the
pilgrimage as well as serving of devotees. This is remarkable given the
exclusive nature of religious rituals, and it could only mean one thing:
people regardless of color or creed see Hussein as a universal,
borderless, and meta-religious symbol of freedom and compassion.
Why you have never heard of it probably
has to do with the fact that the press is concerned more with negative,
gory, and sensationalized tabloids, than with positive, inspiring
narratives, particularly when it comes to Islam. If a few hundred
anti-immigration protestors take to the streets in London and they will
make headlines.
The same level of airtime is awarded to a
pro-democracy march in Hong Kong or an anti-Putin rally in Russia.. But
a gathering of twenty million in obstreperous defiance of terror and
injustice somehow fails even to make it into the TV news ticker! An
unofficial media embargo is imposed on the gargantuan event despite the
story having all the critical elements of an eye-catching feature; the
staggering numbers, the political significance, the revolutionary
message, the tense backdrop, as well as originality. But when such a
story does make it through the editorial axe of major news outlets, it
creates shockwaves and touches the most random people.
Among the countless individuals inspired by it, is a young Australian
man I met several years ago who had converted to Islam. Evidently, no
one takes such a life-altering decision lightly, so upon inquiry he told
me it all started in 2003. One evening, as he was watching the news
only to be drawn by scenes of millions streaming towards a holy city
known as Karbala, chanting the name of a man he had never heard of:
"Hussein". For the first time in decades, in a globally televised event,
the world had caught a glimpse into previously suppressed religious
fervor in Iraq.
With the Sunni Ba'athist regime toppled,
Western viewers were eager to see how Iraqis would respond to a new era
free from dictatorship persecution. The 'Republic of Fear' had crumbled
and the genie had irreversibly escaped from the bottle. "Where is
Karbala, and why everyone is heading in its direction?" he recalls
asking himself. "Who is this Hussein who motivates people to defy all
the odds and come out to mourn his death fourteen centuries after the
fact?"
What he witnessed in that 60-second report was especially moving because
the imagery was unlike any he had ever seen. A fervent sense of
connection turned human pilgrims into iron filings, swarming together
other as they drew closer to what could only be described as Hussein's
irresistible magnetic field. "If you want to see a living, breathing,
lively religion, come to Karbala" he said.
How could a man who was killed 1396 years
ago be so alive and have such a palpable presence today that he makes
millions take up his cause, and view his plight as their own? People are
unlikely to be drawn into a dispute (much less one that transpired in
ancient times) unless they have a personal interest in the matter. On
the other hand, if you felt someone was engaged in a fight over your
right to freedom, your prerogative to be treated justly, and your
entitlement to a life of dignity, you would feel you had a vested
interest and would empathize with him to the point where conversion to
his beliefs is not a far-fetched possibility.
The Ultimate Tragedy
Hussein, grandson of the Prophet Muhammad,
is revered by Muslims as the "Prince of Martyrs". He was killed in
Karbala on a day which became known as Ashura, the tenth day of the
Islamic month of Muharram, having refused to pledge allegiance to the
corrupt and tyrannical caliph, Yazid.
He and his family and companions were surrounded in the desert by an
army of 30,000, starved of food and water, and then beheaded in the most
macabre manner, a graphic tale recounted from pulpits every year since
the day he was slain. Their bodies were mutilated. In the words of the
English historian Edward Gibbon: "In a distant age and climate, the
tragic scene of the death of Hussein will awaken the sympathy of the
coldest reader."
Shia Muslims have since mourned the death of Hussein, in particular on
the days of Ashura, then, forty days later, on Arbaeen. Forty days is
the usual length of mourning in many Muslim traditions. This year,
Arbaeen falls on Friday 12 December.
Long Trek
I travelled to Karbala, my own ancestral
home, to find out for myself why the city is so intoxicating. What I
witnessed proved to me that even the widest-angle camera lens is too
narrow to capture the spirit of this tumultuous, yet peaceful gathering.
An avalanche of men, women and children,
but most visibly black-veiled women, fill the eye from one end of the
horizon to the other. The crowds were so huge that they caused a
blockade for hundreds of miles.
The 425 mile distance between the southern
port city of Basra and Karbala is a long journey by car, but it's
unimaginably arduous on foot. It takes pilgrims a full two weeks to
complete the walk. People of all age groups trudge in the scorching sun
during the day and in bone-chilling cold at night. They travel across
rough terrain, down uneven roads, through terrorist strongholds, and
dangerous marshlands. Without even the most basic amenities or travel
gear, the pilgrims carry little besides their burning love for "The
Master" Hussein. Flags and banners remind them, and the world, of the
purpose of their journey:
O self, you are worthless after Hussein.
My life and death are one and the same,
So be it if they call me insane!
The message recalls an epic recited by Abbas, Hussein's half-brother and
trusted lieutenant, who was also killed in the Battle of Karbala in
680AD while trying to fetch water for his parched nieces and nephews.
With security being in the detrimental state that makes Iraq the number
one headline in the world, no one doubts that this statement is genuine
in every sense.
Free lunch. And dinner, and breakfast!
One part of the pilgrimage which will
leave every visitor perplexed is the sight of thousands of tents with
makeshift kitchens set up by local villagers who live around the
pilgrims' path. The tents (called 'mawkeb') are places where pilgrims
get practically everything they need. From fresh meals to eat and a
space to rest, to free international phone calls to assure concerned
relatives, to baby diapers, to practically every other amenity, free of
charge. In fact, pilgrims do not need to carry anything on the 400 mile
journey except the clothes they wear.
More intriguing is how pilgrims are
invited for food and drink. Mawkeb organizers intercept the pilgrims'
path to plead with them to accept their offerings, which often includes a
full suite of services fit for kings: first you can a foot massage,
then you are offered a delicious hot meal, then you are invited to rest
while your clothes are washed, ironed, then returned to you after a nap.
All complimentary, of course.
For some perspective, consider this: In
the aftermath of the Haiti earthquake, and with worldwide sympathy and
support, the UN World Food Programmer announced delivery of half a
million meals at the height of its relief efforts. The United States
military, launched Operation Unified Response, bringing together the
massive resources of various federal agencies and announced that within
five months of the humanitarian catastrophe, 4.9 million meals had been
delivered to Haitians.
Now compare that with over 50 million
meals per day during Arbaeen, equating to about 700 million meals for
the duration of the pilgrimage, all financed not by the United Nations
or international charities, but by poor laborers and farmers who starve
to feed the pilgrims and save up all year round so that visitors are
satisfied. Everything, including security is provided mostly by
volunteer fighters who have one eye on Daesh, and another on protecting
the pilgrim's path. "To know what Islam teaches," says one Mawkeb
organizer, "don't look at the actions of a few hundred barbaric
terrorists, but the selfless sacrifices exhibited by millions of Arbaeen
pilgrims."
In fact, Arbaeen should be listed in the
Guinness Book of World Records in several categories: biggest annual
gathering, longest continuous dining table, largest number of people fed
for free, largest group of volunteers serving a single event, all under
the imminent threat of suicide bombings.
Unmatched Devotion
Just looking at the multitudes leaves you
breathless. What adds to the spectacle is that, as the security
conditions worsen, even more people are motivated to challenge the
terrorist threats and march in defiance. Thus, the pilgrimage isn't a
mere religious exercise, but a bold statement of resistance. Videos have
been posted online showing how a suicide bomber blows himself up in the
midst of the pilgrims, only to have the crowds turn out in even greater
numbers, chanting in unison:
If they sever our legs and hands,
We shall crawl to the Holy Lands!
The horrific bomb blasts which occur year-round, mostly targeting Shia
pilgrims and taking countless lives, illustrate the dangers facing Shias
living in Iraq, and the insecurity that continues to plague the
country. Yet the imminent threat of death doesn't seem to deter people -
young and old, Iraqis and foreigners - from making the dangerous
journey to the holy city.
It isn't easy for an outsider to
understand what inspires the pilgrims. You see women carrying children
in their arms, old men in wheelchairs, people on crutches, and blind
seniors holding walking sticks. I met a father who had travelled all the
way from Basra with his disabled boy. The 12-year-old had cerebral
palsy and could not walk unassisted. So for a part of the trek the
father put the boy's feet on top of his and held him by the armpits as
they walked. It is the kind of story out of which Oscar-winning films
are made, but it seems Hollywood is more concerned with comic heroes and
with real life heroes whose superpower is their courage and commitment.
Golden Dome of Hussein
Visitors to the shrine of Hussein and his
brother Abbas are not driven by emotion alone. They cry be reminded of
the atrocious nature of his death, in doing so, they reaffirm their
pledge to his ideals.
The first thing that pilgrims do upon
reaching his shrine is recite the Ziyara, a sacred text which summarizes
the status of Hussein. In it, they begin the address by calling Hussein
the "inheritor" of Adam, Noah, Abraham, Moses and Jesus. There is
something profound in making this proclamation. It shows that Hussein's
message of truth, justice, and love for the oppressed is viewed as an
inseparable extension of all divinely-appointed prophets.
People go to Karbala not to marvel at the
city's landscape - lush with date palms, or to admire the mausoleum's
physical beauty, or to shop, be entertained, or to visit ancient
historical sites. They go to cry. To mourn and experience the angelic
aura of Hussein. They enter the sacred shrine weeping and lamenting the
greatest act of sacrifice ever seen.
It is as though every person has
established a personal relationship with the man they have never seen.
They talk to him and call out his name; they grip the housing of his
tomb; they kiss the floor leading into the shrine; they touch its walls
and doors in the same manner one touches the face of a long-lost friend.
It is a picturesque vista of epic proportions. What motivates these
people is something that requires an understanding of the character and
status of Imam Hussein and the spiritual relationship that those who
have come to know him have developed with his living legend.
If the world understood Hussein, his
message, and his sacrifice, they would begin to understand the ancient
roots of Daesh and its credo of death and destruction. It was centuries
ago in Karbala that humanity witnessed the genesis of senseless
monstrosities, epitomized in the murderers of Hussein. It was pitch
black darkness v. Absolute shining light, an exhibition of vice v. a
festival of virtue, hence the potent specter of Hussein today. His
presence is primordially woven into every facet of their lives. His
legend encourages, inspires, and champions change for the better, and no
amount of media blackout can extinguish its light.
"Who is this Hussein"? For hundreds of
millions of his followers, a question this profound, which can cause
people to relinquish their religion for another, can be answered only
when you have marched to the shrine of Hussein on foot
No matter what
religion or religion you are. All of us are brothers with each other,
even if we have different ethnicity and language and nationalities