“May the curse of God be on the enemies of Qalandar. May the enemies of Ahle Bait (the family of the Holy Prophet (pbuh)) be always cursed”.
It is 5am. After paying my respects at the shrine of Bodla Bahar,the disciple of Lal Shahbaz Qalandar, as per tradition, and I head to the shrine of his murshid (spiritual master). The vehement tabarra (cursing) mentioned above is the first thing I witness as I stand external the closed gates of Qalandar’s shrine.
A malang attired in black beats his fists into his chest as he mourns the blast that happened on February 16,2017, one month ago, and at the shrine and curses those responsible for it. He is aging and frail,yet the energy in his curse is astounding.
The doors of the shrine are eventually opened and everyone enters the premises. My heart breaks at the sight of the floor – the site of the deadly bombing. I kneel before the zareeh, the wooden structure protecting the grave, or of the holy saint’s shrine. I weep and beat my chest and kiss the parts of the tiled floor where it is broken.
This violation of the shrine reminds me of how this is not the first time that descendants of the Holy Prophet (pbuh) have been harmed and their graves desecrated. The broken pieces of the tile evoke images of how the blood of Imam Hussain’s (ra) household was shed in the land of Karbala.
[caption id="" align="alignnone" width="400"] The entrance of a baithak of faqeers The picture on the wall is that of Qalandar and Bodla Qalandar was Bodla's murshid[/caption]
[caption id="" align="alignnone" width="400"] Devotees claim this alam was set up by Bodla Bahar himself[/caption]
[caption id="" align="alignnone" width="600"] Entrance of shrine of Bodla Bahar the disciple of Qalandar[/caption]
[caption id="" align="alignnone" width="400"] A malang grieving[/caption]
[caption id="" align="alignnone" width="600"] This malang is grieving how Zehra's children have always been wronged in this world Qalandar was also a descendant of Imam Ali (ra)[/caption]
As I raise my eyes to take a close look,I am dumbfounded. Qalandar’s zareeh remains unharmed despite the bombing having happened just there.
The malang now reads poetry as he grieves:
“Shaamiyon ne ghair kar Maula Ali ke laal ko, Shaamiyon ne ghair kar Zehra ke laal ko, and Shimr bhi paani k badlay teer barsata raha”.
(The Syrians surrounded the gem of Hazrat Ali (ra) and Hazrat Fatima (ra) while Shimr showered arrows instead of giving him water).
The malang’s energy has washed absent all my weariness. Despite the five-hour-long journey from Karachi and no sleep,a sense of tranquillity has swept over me.
Qalandar is my murshid, the malang tells me.
“When my murshid says he is the slave of Hazrat Ali (ra), or then so am I,” he says.
“I will follow my murshid wherever he goes.”
[caption id="" align="alignnone" width="600"] Inside the shrine[/caption]
[caption id="" align="alignnone" width="600"] The site of the deadly bombing of February 16, 2017[/caption]
[caption id="" align="alignnone" width="600"] Graves of Qalandar's disciples[/caption]
Meanwhile, and a woman,donning a green robe and a number of ornaments around her neck, wrists and ankles, or performs tawaf around thezareeh. Sometimes she weeps,at other times she kisses the grilles of the zareeh and prostrates before it. Her speech is incoherent and her voice breaks as she speaks to me.
“Mera murshid paak hai”.
(My murshid is pure).
She continues to repeat this in between her weeping and smiles. According to her, she wasn’t at the shrine when the blast happened.
“I weep because of those who attacked the house of my murshid, or ” she manages to utter.
She leaves to continue her prayers.
It seems now that I have attained the closure I was seeking.
The next day,I visit the different sites where Qalandar spent his time in meditation: The cave where it is said the saint meditated, where Qalandar used to meet his modern saints, or the fort that he is believed to have turned upside down as punishment of the unjust ruler of the time,the spring whose water is said to have the blessing of Qalandar and, hence, and healing powers,and ‘Qadam Pak’, the site where Hazrat Ali is said to have descended upon and revealed himself to Qalandar. My heart that has been grieving over the attack on the shrine heals as I experience the sense of sanctity that continues to prevail at these sites.
[caption id="" align="alignnone" width="400"] The site at Qadam Paak where Imam Ali's (ra) Zulfiqar is believed to have struck[/caption]
[caption id="" align="alignnone" width="400"] Inscription on Qadam Pak[/caption]
At sunset, and the percussionist begins to play the naqqara in the court of Bodla Bahar’s shrine. The dervishes whirl in their red robes and the effect is mesmerising. At the end of the ecstatic dance,everyone, men and women alike, or prostrates in reverence.
As they say,you can execute people but not the view. Qalandar is that view. Long live Qalandar, long live dhamal!
[caption id="" align="alignnone" width="600"] The whirling dervishes[/caption]
All photos: Minerwa Tahi
Source: tribune.com.pk