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Current Affairs ( 15 Aug 2013, NewAgeIslam.Com)

The Kishtwar I'd Like to Remember

 

 

By Yoginder Sikand, New Age Islam

A minor scuffle in Kishtwar, a small town sandwiched between Jammu and the Kashmir Valley, snowballed into what is called ‘communal conflict’ and led to large sections of the Jammu province recently being put under curfew. It clearly suggested how easy it still remains for atavistic passions to be roused in the name of religion and community.

Starting in the mid-1990s, for a period over a decade I visited Kishtwar and other parts of Doda district (of which Kishtwar was till recently a part) several times. My best friend lived there—in Bhaderwah, not far from Kishtwar town. I used the opportunity to gather material to write extensively about inter-community relations in the area in the context of the armed conflict between pro-Pakistan and pro-azadi Muslim militants and Indian forces. Each time I returned with fresh insights into Hindu-Muslim relations in the region, in which contested historical memories, religion, ethnicity, class, caste, gender, politics and international factors were all deeply intertwined.

I did a fair amount of writing for various papers based on my field observations in the then Doda district. I wanted, in particular, to highlight instances of inter-community solidarity that I observed which withstood the forces of Hindu and Muslim exclusivism, killings by militants and the armed forces and spells of communal violence that had wracked the region in the last few decades.

Kishtwar provided me many touching examples of inter-community harmony, even as the town didn’t remain unaffected by violence and communal polarisation. Unlike in many other parts of India, where Hindus and Muslims often live in separate localities, in Muslim-majority Kishtwar there was no such segregation. Every evening, vast crowds—Hindus and Muslims—would spill out onto the sprawling Chogan, an enormous field on the border of the town, to stroll around, play cricket, and generally have fun. Of how many other Indian towns could the same be said?

Kishtwar, elderly residents made it a point to stress, had been spared the horrors of the Partition violence in 1947, in which tens of thousands of people had been massacred elsewhere in the Jammu province. The town’s inhabitants formed joint Hindu-Muslim patrolling teams to prevent rioters from entering.

Bits of that tradition of camaraderie still survived. Many Hindus continued to visit the Astan-e Bala, the graceful shrine of the seventeenth century Sufi, Shah Fariduddin Baghdadi, in the heart of town. The saint is credited with having spread Islam in the region. The then ruler of Kishtwar, Raja Kirat Singh, is said to have accepted Islam at his hands and to have taken on the unique name of ‘Tegh Muhammad Singh’. Shah Fariduddin married a local Hindu Rajput woman, and the descendants of her natal family, who are still Hindus, continue to have a special role in some rituals associated with the shrine.

Kishtwar’s Hindus and Muslims alike also flocked to the Darbar-e Asraria, the shrine of Shah Fariduddin's son, Shah Asraruddin. Legend had it that Shah Asraruddin miraculously brought back to life a Hindu friend of his so that they could finish a game of polo that they were playing when he had suddenly died!

 As I type these lines, I think of the amiable Riaz Ahmad, custodian of Shah Asraruddin’s shrine. He was bitterly critical of religious exclusivists on both sides. ‘God is the Cherisher of all the worlds, and not just of Muslims alone', he explained, lamenting the excesses of radical Islamists and Hindu chauvinists alike. Besides local people, even army personnel, Riaz Ahmad said, visited the shrine that he looked after, for, as he put it, ‘The doors of the shrines of the Sufis are open to everyone.’ Many Hindu farmers around Kishtwar, he said, unfailingly left a part of their first harvest every year at the door-steps of the shrine as an offering, and some of them came to him for settling their disputes.

There were other people I met in Kishtwar on my several trips who, in different ways, worked to promote communal harmony.  I wonder where Imran is now, and what he must be doing as his town is up in flames. He was when I met him, a handsome schoolboy—he must be a grown-up man now. With great enthusiasm for making his world a better place, he, along with some of his friends, brought out a ‘magazine’—photocopied sheets of paper stapled together—almost every issue of which had something or the other to say about communal amity.

Then, there was a bunch of friends—Hindus and Muslims—who got together to form the Faridia Charitable Trust. They raised resources to help poor patients at the local government hospital. Hindus and Muslims numbered roughly the same among the four hundred-odd members of the Trust. I don’t know of any other Trust in India with a similar sort of Hindu-Muslim composition.

 Where, now, I wonder, is the exceedingly handsome Asghar Ali? When I met him, he had just returned from an accident site up in the treacherous mountains of Padder. The victims were all Hindus, and he had made arrangements for medical supplies for the injured and for the bodies of the deceased to be sent back to their homes. This work, of helping accident victims, was his life's mission. He had started it after his own sister and brother were killed in a road accident.

And where, in the midst of all the turmoil and frenzy that the newspapers are reporting, is the blind Ramanandi Sadhu who claimed to be more than a century old? He was in charge of an ancient Shiva temple located in an entirely Muslim locality on the slope above Kishtwar's bus stand. He was from eastern Uttar Pradesh and had settled in Kishtwar in 1961, never going back after that. We chatted about many things, but mostly about Hindu-Muslim relations and what he felt were the changes that these had undergone over the decades. 'When I came here', he said, 'I was taken aback by the very close relations between Hindus and Muslims.' 'But now', he grimaced, 'things have changed.' Yet, he went on, on the rare occasions that he stepped outside the temple, his Muslim neighbours greeted him politely. 'They treat me very kindly', he said. 'God is One, and his light resides in every heart', he quoted Kabir.

With all that’s happened in and around Kishtwar—the long spells of curfews, the killings, houses and shops being set ablaze—I wonder where and how these men I met years ago now are.

URL: http://www.newageislam.com/current-affairs/yoginder-sikand,-new-age-islam/the-kishtwar-i-d-like-to-remember/d/13037

 

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