Fatima.Mernessi_The-Forgotten-Queens-of-Islam-EN
Fatima.Mernessi_The-Forgotten-Queens-of-Islam-EN
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184 Conclusion<br />
more foreign to political power in <strong>Islam</strong> than the recognition that<br />
sovereignty resides in the people - a bizarre idea that would never<br />
have crossed the mind <strong>of</strong> the most pious caliph.<br />
<strong>Islam</strong> has known many pious caliphs who have suffered from<br />
being unable to put into practice what the holy book laid out as the<br />
shari'a and the way to justice on earth and paradise in Heaven:<br />
It is recounted that one day a violent hurricane unleashed over<br />
Baghdad was about to send all the buildings crashing to earth, burying<br />
their inhabitants in the ruins. <strong>The</strong>n Mahdi [husband <strong>of</strong> Khayzuran<br />
and father <strong>of</strong> Harun al-Rashid] was seen prostrating himself in the<br />
palace and praying: 'Lord, you have entrusted to my care the nation<br />
<strong>of</strong> Your apostle. Do not punish it for the numerous sins that I have<br />
committed. Out <strong>of</strong> regard for the ever living image <strong>of</strong> Muhammad,<br />
save this nation!' Thus he fervently prayed until the storm ceased. 10<br />
Who can ever know the solitude <strong>of</strong> a caliph tortured by the longing<br />
for an impossible reign <strong>of</strong> justice? This is the other side <strong>of</strong> Muslim<br />
history, which must be written one day. Who can know the sleepless<br />
nights <strong>of</strong> an imam? Often, like Mahdi, they prayed like a lonely<br />
child by the light <strong>of</strong> the moon:<br />
Rabia, his chamberlain, told me the following: 'I was informed one<br />
night that Mahdi had risen and was alone in his room praying. I went<br />
into that room, which was simply whitewashed and without any<br />
decoration. <strong>The</strong> white light <strong>of</strong> the moon, which fell on the walls and<br />
the divan, brought out the red in the carpet on which Mahdi, dressed<br />
in white, 11 stood, with his face turned toward the divan. He was<br />
reciting the Koran in a s<strong>of</strong>t voice and did not notice my presence. I<br />
stood in admiration before that room, the moonlight that illuminated<br />
it, the caliph imploring God, and his melodious voice.' 12<br />
Many Muslim caliphs sank into prayer in the hope <strong>of</strong> finding a way<br />
to counteract the violence, rebellion, and sedition that the hijab hid<br />
from them.<br />
Contrasting the very negative idea <strong>of</strong> the 'amma to the very<br />
positive, eminently Western, idea <strong>of</strong> a citizen people shows us why<br />
in <strong>Islam</strong> all debate on human rights is in fact an obscene debate<br />
that can only be formulated in terms <strong>of</strong> veils, <strong>of</strong> the hijab, that is,<br />
<strong>of</strong> thresholds that prohibit and boundaries that protect. <strong>The</strong><br />
obscenity is double: it comes from the fact that the sovereignty <strong>of</strong><br />
a citizen people wrenches political legitimacy from the vault <strong>of</strong><br />
Heaven and brings it down to earth, and that it raises the standard