Re: Iqbal did Blasphemy !
Ishq is the main ingredient of Life and is also its driving force – the prime mover behind all universal occurences. This Iqbalic Love would make man into a creator of and victor over his own ideals, setting him into never-ending motion. Outreaching from one conquest to another, he is never subject to surcease. History is fraught with examples of Ishq making a difference between the right and the wrong. This Ishq, is distinct from Ilm or Aql. There are many junctures in one’s Life, when one reaches a divergence of passages. Reason alone cannot be the sole guide in such cases. Reason will always give one a sense of fear and deprivation; it safeguards interests in life, but Ishq creates life, procreates life and makes it grow beyond bounds and shine beyond glitters. A life of pure reason would drear death, a life of Ishq will welcome it.
Iqbal is a believer in the anthropic principle. His bold dialogues with God represent his belief that Ishq could make man work miracles. But to the basic question as to how one could acquire this quality of zest, Iqbal provides a solution too. It is the concept he introduced of Khudi , of Self-Realization: seeking purpose in one’s life; awakening to the idea that this world is for you; grasp upon the personal gifts bestowed upon you by God and in return “seize the day”.
Khudi in turn leads to the qualities of Faqr pride that never crosses the borders of conceit. Faqr represents Dignity and mutual respect, a state of being straight forth in the face of the vain pursuits of this little world. It is this attribute, that makes a man who is but the king of his heart’s world, to turn away from princely grandeur. Moreover, Iqbal says that a man could only be dignified, if he is a free man. Freedom from all masters but one, is essential. The false hopes, fragile aspirations and misplaced desires that dwell in a slave’s heart, could never grant him the virtues of Khudi and hence most of his value in life would simply be lost. Worshipping deities other than the Lord, either inhabiting within one’s heart or without, should shatter away any hope of progress. To the Muslims of the day, these figurines are the idols of sect, territory, rites and vain customs and above all false nationhoods.
A man of Faqr would never sell away his fortune in search of temporary goals. He is firm and strong in action. He can never be bent in the face of peril. He does not droop low to seek sustenance. Such a man is likened to a Shaheen, an Eagle, whose niche is the echelons of honour and not the abysses of ignominy, like the habitat of a vulture. A nation, whose youth are armed with the double-edged sword of Khudi, would no longer need any weapons of mass destruction – it would be crowned with majesty.
Muhammad Iqbal pinned his hopes in the youth. Youth and Hope were again some of the themes resonating throughout his work. Hope, as Iqbal believed was a natural outcome of Faqr and Yaqeen. The youth were Iqbal’s foremost addressees. Inculcating his Vision into the individuals of the day, as professed in the verse I have selected to be the masthead of this essay, was his prime desire.
Iqbal, being wary of the vices of modern western education, conflicted with an education that was void of Ishq or a recognition of Self. Wetern education, especially, remained a main target of his criticism.
The west never became the ideal world for Iqbal. His Inner Eye could go beyond the veils and penetrate into the flaws of the modern society. He attacked western imperialism, their portrayals of democracy, their concepts of colour and race, and their emptiness of warmth or Soz, as Iqbal coins it. He had a sip of wine from the cups of disparate civilizations – both the east, being shuddered into the wormholes of ignorance and bigotry, as well as the west, with all its signs of teeming progress. To him, the west was all glitter, with false standards, and soul-less ideals. Their lives were mere lives of humanoids, mechanically adjusting to daily needs. Iqbal’s whole philosophy, on the other hand, had grown out of Purpose. Without Purpose, it would have taken to the ground in no time. Could the west contribute any purpose to life or any direction, at the least? The poet speaks of their scientific marvels – Copernicianism, Newtonianism, and Einsteinism, one after the other, and then raises the question if the self-same scientifically abler man, traversing the zodiac of galaxies, could ever resolve the complex trajectories of the ideas drifting in his own personal cosmos. Whilst capturing beams of sunlight, could he ever illuminate the dark alleys of his terrestrial barren life ?
Without being a rejectionist, Iqbal also looked beyond mere romanticism with the past glory of Muslims. His vision flew him over and above the cities of Kufa and Baghdad, always waiting for new camps to be drawn, new roads to be taken and new thoughts to be aspired. He fascinates with the past to an overwhelming extent, but he does not blindly reject all that comes from the west or exhort all that is eastern.
He vehemently rejects asceticism. He arouses a constant clash between the madrassah and the khanqah – the abodes of the mullah and the sufi respectively. He does not respect the philosopher or the narrow mullah – one, he says, summons the death of the heart, and the other blindfolds the eye that looks boldly into the world. He only craves the Vastness of his heart and fails to find this opportunity in contemporary Modern Education or Sufism or even the Faqih, or further still, the ritualistic leader of our uninspired prayers.
How would they all know, after all, the means to guide a nation?
Iqbal lived before his age. His envisioned state was born after he lived long enough to witness it. Still we owe a heavy debt upon our shoulders, to this man, who takes us, at the one hand for a ramble betwixt the stars, and at the other, pierces within the hearts of our hearts
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