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Sunday, September 15, 2024

Seeing Muhammad - by Lesley Hazleton


To the question of how come I decided to write about Muhammad, my immediate answer is: "How not?"

We're talking about one of the most influential figuresof all time!

A man who radically changed his world, and is still changing ours, so how can so many of us know so little about him?

How come just the idea of writing about him seems to be fraught with tension?

Welcome to my territory...

The vast and volatile arena, in which politics and religion intersect. Consider the renewed atmosphere distrust and bitterness this past summer, for instance, when an obnoxious little Youtube video caricaturing Muhammad sparked protests leading to dozens of deaths.

There were any number of agendas involved here, none of them good. That of the small minded bigots who made the video in the first place.

Small minded bigots being a redundant phrase, if ever there was one. Of the Saudi-financed TV station in Cairo that picked it up and made a big show of it, thus ensuring that while maybe 30 people had seen it before, now millions would!

Of the once reputable news magazine, trying to revive its fading leadership, by implying that all Muslims worldwide were rioting in the streets, as apposed to a few hundred extremists and often just a few dozen.

It's amazing what you can do by cropping a photograph. There is the leader of Hezbollah,under attack for his support of the Syrian regime's brutal waragainst his own citizens, trying to redeem himself as a defender of Islam.

And the Pakistan Minister of Railroads, trying to hide his corruption and ineptitude, by offering a hundred thousand dollar bounty.

And the usual American Islamo-phobes, putting up crude "us and them" posters in the New York and DC subways. So many people jumping on the bandwagon.

But where was Muhammad himself in all this? Where was the man who listened to the Quran telling him and by extension all Muslims, to pay no attention to taunts and mockery.

Ignore them, it keeps saying, let them be, turn your face away, or in the words of Jesus: "Turn the other cheek."

While Muhammad has certainly been distorted by his detractors, he sometimes seems to be equally distorted by the loudest of his self-proclaimed defenders.

Which makes it all the more urgent that we know who he really was. Yet the millions, if not billions of words that have been written about him often seem to obscure as much as they reveal.

The more of them I plowed through, the more it felt as though he were being weighed down, by the sheer accumulated mass of them.

What I wanted was a real feel for the man himself.

I wanted the vitality and complexity of a full life lived.

I wanted, in short, to see Muhammad whole. And this meant steering clear of a virtual minefield of agendas. 

Including piety and sentiment, and stereotype and judgmentalism. So even as the hundreds of research volumes piled up on my floor, my most valuable research tool may have been this one word reminder,  pinned beside my desk:

Think! Take the pivotal moment of Islam, for instance, which is what happened to Muhammad one night in the year 610, on a mountain just outside Mecca.

He'd gone up there, it seems, in the hope of, perhaps, a quiet moment of insight. The last thing he expected was the blinding weight of revelation.

So, what struck me in the earliest account we have of that night, was not even so much what happened, as what did not happen. Muhammad did not come floating off the mountain, as though walking on air.

He did not run down, shouting: "Hallelujah!" and "Bless the Lord!"

He did not radiate light and joy. There were no choirs of angels, no music of the spheres, no elation, no ecstasy,no golden aura surrounding him!

Not even the whole of the Quran fully revealed, but only five brief verses. In short, he did none of the things that might make it easy to cry foul, to put down the whole account as an invention, a cover for some things mundane as personal ambition.

Quite the opposite. In his own reported words, he was convinced at first that what had happened, couldn't have been real.

At best he'd thought that it had to be a hallucination, his own mind working against him. At worst, possession, and he'd been seized by an evil jinn, a spirit out to deceive him, even crush the life out of him.

In fact, his first instinct was to leap off the highest cliff, and escape the terror of what he'd experienced, by putting an end to all experience.

Whether you believe the words he heard that night came from inside himself or from outside, it seems absolutely clear that Muhammad did experience.

And that he did so with a force that would transform his sense of himself and his world.

So that initial panicked dis-orientation, that sundering of everything familiar, that feeling of being overwhelmed by a force larger than anything the mind can comprehend, strikes me as utterly real!

It's the only response that makes sense, it's the only sane response, the only human one.

And this is what allowed me to begin to see Muhammad, not as a symbol,  and not even as a subject, but as a man, a complex human being.

And to follow the extraordinary arc of his life, from neglected orphanto acclaimed leader. From a marginalized outsider to the ultimate insider.

From powerlessness to power. One thing I knew from the beginning, however, if I was to do justice to this remarkable story, if I was to bring it alive on the page, it had to be written in good faith.

Now, I do realize there may be a certain irony, in an agnostic standing here talking about good faith, but there's been so much bad faith  in every sense of the term, and we have to get beyond it.

All of us. Whether we're secular or religious, theist or atheistor, anywhere in between, we are all impacted by the words and actions of extremists.

What happens in one tiny corner of the world, now reverberates globally. But whether we live in Tehran or in Tel Aviv, in New York or in New Delhi, we do have a choice.

We can refuse. Refuse, that is, to allow ourselves to be lead by anger and suspicion.

Refuse to allow ourselvesto be manipulated by extremists of all stripes. Refuse their narrow vision, their comic-book distortions, their miserably small minds. We have to reclaim the narrative. The full narrative. 

Beyond stereotypes, beyond snap judgements, beyond head scarves. Just as we need to see Muhammad whole, so we need to start seeing each other whole.


In good faith.

Thank you.

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