CHAPTER IX

SOME POINTS IN THE MOSLEM FAITH

Fasts and Feasts--Seyyids, dervishes, mullahs--Legends of the

drowning mullah, and the yard square hole.

"Religion's all or nothing."

R. Browning.

There are five things which every true Mohammedan must either

believe or do. The first is the declaration of their faith or

"Kalimat." "I declare that there is no God but God, and Mohammed is

His Apostle;" "La Allaha il Allah wa Mohammed rasool Allah," this is

the all-important witness, and must be continually recited by all true

believers. Secondly, Moslems are bound to repeat prayers five times

a day--at daybreak, noon, shortly before sunset, during twilight,

and an hour after dark. I do not say all Moslems do repeat prayers at

each of these times, but that is their rule, and those who consider

themselves good Moslems adhere most righteously to these set times

for prayers. Needless to say, it is but a form of words and position,

any slight error in posture taking away all the benefit to be derived

from the prayer. Often in Persia women have said their prayers in

our drawing-room, if the call to prayer sounded while they were

visiting me.

Living in the East, one gets very fond of the call to prayer, heard

from some neighbouring minaret. The first sound that catches the ear

at daybreak is "Allah, Allaho Akhbar" (God is most great), repeated

four times. "La Allaha il Allah wa Mohammed rasool Allah"--this is

said twice, and then other calls and invocations, always finishing

up with the final declaration of "Allah, Allaho Akhbar."

There is a great difference in the way this call to prayer is chanted,

some men having most melodious voices, others harsh and grating; but

wherever a true Moslem may be when he hears this call, he lays aside

his work at once and begins to repeat his prayers, bowing, prostrating,

touching the ground with his forehead, &c., till the duty is finished,

when he returns to his work, perhaps to his cheating and his lying,

for this repetition of prayers has no effect on his life or manner

of living.

Thirdly, all good Moslems are supposed to give voluntarily to the

mullahs a tithe of all they possess, also alms to the poor. In the

Koran we read, "Prayer carries us half way to God, fasting brings us

to the door of His palace, but giving of alms procures admission." In

many cases the mullahs are provided for entirely by the freewill

offerings of the people, all gifts being sent anonymously.

Fourthly, every true believer is expected to undertake, if at all

possible, a pilgrimage, preferably to Mecca, but if that is out

of the question then to Kerbela or Meshed. The former, of course,

brings the greatest merit, and men and women will do all they can

to perform this pilgrimage. On their return they are treated with

great respect, and looked up to as little gods. They generally think

so much of themselves after having performed this wonderful act of

self-denial that they become quite unbearable to their friends. There

is an Arabic proverb which shows the effect this pilgrimage to Mecca

is supposed to have on the pilgrim. It is as follows: "If your friend

has been to Mecca, trust him not. If he has been there twice, avoid

him. But if he has made the pilgrimage three times, then flee from

him as you would from Satan himself."

Women often undertake these pilgrimages, spending weeks or months

it may be over the journey, but resting for ever afterwards in the

great glory and honour resulting from it.

The fifth point to be observed by Moslems is that of fasting during

the month of Ramadan. This lasts for thirty days, and is a real

hardship for the poorer people when the fast falls during the summer,

as from sunrise to sunset not a morsel of food or drop of water may

pass their lips--or, as the Koran expresses it, from "the time you

can distinguish between a white thread and a black, then keep the

fast until night." For the rich and idle it is no great effort,

for they simply feast and revel all night and sleep by day, but

for the servants and labouring class it comes harder, as they must

work by day and cannot sleep properly at night. Children are always

very anxious to begin fasting, and often little mites of five or six

will tell you with great pride that they are keeping the fast. They

generally start by fasting for half days, and how proud they are,

and how they gloat over other children who have not yet begun this

work of devotion! Perhaps what the people who fast miss more than

anything else during Ramadan is their smoking: they are such slaves

to this habit, both men and women, that it is almost life to some

of them, and they find it very hard to go without. When the cannon

booms forth the hour of sunset, giving the Prophet's permission to

his faithful ones to break their fast, generally the first thought,

after moistening their lips with water, is that now they may enjoy

their smoke, either of a cigarette or kalian.

Mohurram is the month of mourning, when all the country mourns for

Hassain and Hussein, the martyred sons of Ali, who are looked upon

by the Shiahs as the rightful successors of the Prophet. During this

season the majority of the people go into deep mourning, and the

bazaars are sometimes draped in black. It is in this month that the

great Passion Play of Persia is enacted, and while in Kerman we were

fortunate enough to have an opportunity of witnessing this "tazieh,"

as the Passion Play is called. It certainly was a sight worth seeing

at least once in a lifetime.

The tenth day of this month of Mohurram is the one set aside for this

festival, and is kept as a general holiday, so that all might go to

see the great spectacle enacted on that day in memory of the death

of Hassain and Hussein, the two grandsons of Mohammed.

The Governor of Kerman had kindly invited us to view the performance

from his house, and accordingly that morning at about eight o'clock he

sent his carriage for us, and we were driven through the packed bazaars

till we arrived at his house, or "Arg," as the governor's residence

is called in Kerman. We were at once admitted by a private entrance,

and ushered into a large verandah, which had been set apart for the use

of Feringhis. As my husband and I were the only Europeans in the city

at that time, we had it to ourselves. Here, before the commencement

of the Play, we were regaled with tea, coffee, jam, bread, cheese, and

cakes. Looking out, the sight was a wonderful one. In front of us was

a large garden in which I suppose some 10,000 people were gathered. At

one end of the garden was a large "hoze" or tank of water, over which

was spread a huge awning, and near by a large pulpit from which the

mullahs preached to the people, and tried to rouse their feelings

to a high pitch of excitement. One man was specially successful in

doing this, causing the women to wail wildly and beat their breasts

frantically, and the men to smite their heads. After a delay of about

an hour, the performance began with a long procession, which entered

the garden at the far end and wound in and out till it had traversed

the whole garden. This procession represented the family travelling

as captives after the death of Hassain and his brother.

First of all came six gaily decorated camels, with men riding

upon them, beating drums and making a tremendous noise. Then

came more camels carrying the tent furniture and other goods,

followed by horses and mules laden with heavy loads. After these

came four stretchers borne by men, on which lay four dead bodies

(figures stuffed) representing Hassain and his three brothers, who

perished from want of water, which had been cut off from them by their

enemies. On each dead body sat a dove, supposed to be mourning. Then

came a horrible sight, one which I never wish to see again. About a

hundred madly excited men dressed in long white robes, armed with

swords, were slashing their heads until the blood was streaming

down their faces on to the robes, white, alas, no longer! As they

reached the tank of water they formed into a line all round it, and

kept up for some length of time a horrible kind of war dance. It was

a ghastly sight. The dancers looked more like demons than men. One

poor man fainted from loss of blood, and had to be carried away,

and a little boy of about eight years of age also collapsed. It was

bad enough to see grown men cutting themselves, but to see the little

children being wounded in this way was terrible. This is, of course,

looked upon as a work of great merit. The more numerous and deeper

the gashes, the greater the merit they accrue to themselves. The

wild dance was continued till a sign was given to the dancers by

the governor, that he had seen enough to satisfy him. Then they all

lined up in front of the verandah where the governor was sitting, and

demanded that five notorious prisoners should be released from the

prison close by. He at once acceded to their request, as it was the

custom at this festival for the governor to release from the prison

any prisoners who are interceded for by these wild, fanatical dancers.

After this ghastly sight came a motley crowd of men and children on

horses, all beating their breasts or heads. Some of the riders were

so tiny that they had to be held on to their steeds by men-servants.

Then came another body on a bier, with a man dressed in a lion's skin,

embracing and fondling the dead body. It looked so weird to see the

pseudo-lion kissing and hugging the remains of its late friend and

master, and expressing in various ways great sorrow and anguish over

its loss.

After this came several batches of boys stripped to the waist, all

beating their breasts. It was really a very pretty sight, for the

boys kept such perfect time, one boy acting as leader, like a group of

children performing gymnastic exercises. As their hands simultaneously

clapped their breasts, there was a sharp report, at which they all

shouted "Hassain! Hussein! Hassain! Hussein!" The whole proceeding

was an interesting but sad spectacle, which I shall never forget. The

clash of swords, the beating of drums, the weird wailing of the women,

accompanied by their spasmodic shrieks, the shouting and yelling of

the fanatical mob, all contributed to the making up of one of the

most notable scenes of Eastern life. And yet it made one's heart

ache to watch this crowd of human beings for whom Christ died, and

who as yet know nothing of Him, but are only anxious to obtain merit

for themselves by taking part in these gruesome religious performances.

All over Persia "religious men" are much looked up to and

respected. Of these the dervish is one very much to the fore. He is

a religious mendicant, having taken a vow either for a certain time

or permanently. The vow is not a very strict one, only consisting

of poverty and obedience to a chief, to whom a portion of the alms

received must be paid.

These dervishes wander from place to place, chanting, singing, and

begging. The natives do not like to refuse them anything, from fear

more than love, perhaps, as it is considered meritorious to give alms

to these religious people.

They generally dress in dirty white, wear their hair long, and carry

an axe or club, more often than not beautifully chased and inlaid, also

the well-known dervish bowl, which is made from a huge nut, carved and

decorated. Often these dervishes will come and seat themselves in the

courtyard and begin their monotonous chant, and it is very difficult

to get them to move, as the servants will never use force, and their

reiterated requests to "move on" meet with no success whatever till

the dervish is satisfied that he has extracted all the "backsheesh"

likely to be forthcoming.

The Seyyids are another class of people much respected in the

country. They claim to be the direct descendants of the prophet

Mohammed, and are allowed many privileges on account of this. They

wear a green turban or waistband, to be known of all men. Looked upon

as a religious body, the natives are afraid to offend them in any way.

Then there are the "mullahs," or priests of the Islamic faith. They

exercise a great deal of power over the people, but are not, as a rule,

loved by them over much.

The Persians are Shiah Mohammedans, whilst the Arabs and Turks are

Sunnis. As the former know very little Arabic, the reading of the

Koran is to them an unknown tongue, and they regard their "mullahs" as

"sacred men," able to interpret the "Holy Book." Thus the Shiah priest

gains great influence, not to say considerable wealth, in Persia, and

the Shah himself fears the influence of the priesthood. The Sunnis, on

the other hand, know Arabic, as a general rule, and many of them are

able to consult the Koran for themselves, the result being that the

"mullah" gains but little influence compared to the "Shiah" priest,

and is often quite poor. Briefly, the Shiah priesthood is comparable

with that of the Roman Catholic Church of Christendom, while "Sunni"

mullahs do not claim, or would claim in vain, any such authority, thus

more nearly resembling the "status" of Church of England clergy. The

result is obvious: Persia is a priest-ridden country; in "Sunni"

lands the people are freer, and dare think for themselves. It is

a well-known fact that a Persian mullah will exact the uttermost

farthing from his followers, but will never lend a helping hand to

them in their need. For instance, if a man dies without an heir, his

property according to law goes to the poor, but unfortunately it has to

be done through a medium, and that medium is the mullah. He promptly

pockets the property and gives its supposed value (valued, mark you,

by himself) to the poor. We can imagine what a large percentage the

poor receive of that property.

Here is a story which was told us in Kerman, illustrating how loath

the mullahs are to give anything away. The scene is a large pool of

water, in it a mullah struggling to reach the bank, and in danger

of drowning. A passer-by, seeing his distress, runs to his aid and

cries, "Give me your hand, oh my lord, and I will pull you out." "No,

indeed," answers the mullah, "I have never yet given anything to

any one, and I certainly will not begin now." The kindly passer-by,

not liking to leave the mullah in his sad condition, tries to think

of another way out of the difficulty. Suddenly a bright idea strikes

him, and running to the priest, he calls out, "Will you take my hand,

then, oh my lord?" "Gladly," says the mullah, and allows himself to

be drawn out of his perilous position.

Another rather good story is told, showing the meanness of the

priests. A man had agreed to pay a workman eight krans (2s. 8d.) for

digging a hole one yard square. At the end of the day the workman had

only dug a hole half a yard square, so the master went to a mullah to

ask him how much he ought to pay the workman. "Why, of course," says

the mullah, "half the sum agreed upon, that is, four krans." After

deliberating awhile he said, "No, two krans is enough," and this

decision he gave as final, although he impressed upon the man that

one kran was all he could legally claim, as he had scientifically

only done one-eighth of his work!

In the next chapter we shall see a little of another religious sect,

which is fast becoming a power in Persia.

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