Wednesday, 12 September 2007

Fast Times at Islam High

"Prayer brings us half way to God, fasting brings us to the door of his palace, and alms-giving procures us admission."
The Holy Qur'an

According to the lunar calendar, today marks the start of the highest and holiest of all Islamic holidays - Ramadan.

Westerners tend not to give much thought or observance to Ramadan which is a shame, as there is much to be learned about the ritual, piety and "dark night of the soul" ascetic sacrifice necessary for a Muslim to honour this 4th pillar (siyam) of his or her faith. The list reads like a high school behaviors list. In a conch shell, it prohibits food, drink, sex, alcohol, tobacco, or reluctant yielding to any of the deadly sin temptations, save perhaps sloth, which inevitably ensues following abstinence from all things fun, feast and frolic.
Because while sloth is not necessarily encouraged, it is nevertheless condoned, if only because maintaining high energy levels when the body all quasi-shuts down each day between sunrise and sunset, is all but impossible.

Yet Ramadan is also about zuhd - detachment. It is essentially asceticism for the common folk who live very much in and of this world for the other eleven months of the year. It is a time when all tenets of the faith - devotional creed recitation, prayer, alms giving, and yes, even pilgrimage to Mecca (if only in metaphorical and salvific terms) become as but One hyperlinked religiosity, as devotees submit to the will of Al Muqeet, Allah the Nourisher, to provide them with sole and soul sustinance during this time of self-denial.

Such fixation on Allah is precisely the point of fasting, in fact. By working through the various levels of ritual purity, such as avoidance of outward practices and sins of the body - be these gluttonous or lustful in nature - a devout Muslim is then stripped down to the quintessential, innermost practice of the heart and spirit - that which Paul Tillich dubbed one's "ultimate concern."

This third level of ritual purity is what Al Ghazali, the famous Islamic philosopher, considers the most virtuous and ultimate submission of the fast - refraining from thinking of anything but Allah during this month. Indeed, the first tenet of the faith (shahadah), which states, "there is no god but Allah" rings literal here - and such fixation expressly discludes the lesser culinary, sexual and hedonistic gods us mere mortals tend to worship most of the time. Thus, not only is it a time of refraining, it is also a time of reframing one's religiosity towards and upon the One.

Little surprise then that fasting in a mainstay in most religions. Think Yom Kippur, Purim, Lent. It is a kind of desert spirituality 101. Indeed, mystics have apprehended the noetics of fasting since time immemorial.
I'm no psychobiologist ~ a psychobabblist might be a more apt moniker ~ yet even my most cursory glances at the scholarship of medieval historians, such as Carolyn Walker Bynum's works, suggests to me that social control issues aside, there is a clear correlate between starvation and lack of nutrients and oxygen in the blood and altered state of consciousness. That age-old, pass-out game we used to play for kicks in junior high back in the day (which was the prototype for the choking/strangling game of recent hype and hysteria) worked a similar kind of magic and agape as the Eucharist diet (wafer-only) did for certain anorexic medieval mystical women who shall remain nameless. Restrict oxygen flow and voila, God is good, God is great, let us thank him for this high, Amen.

Controlled fasting, however, can be entirely a good thing as far as one's religious outlook is concerned. One learns quickly to adopt an attitude of gratitude towards Allah, who both giveth and taketh away. For an excellent glimpse into one adherent's experience of both fasting and Ramadan, click here.

Alas though, the link between suffering and soul-making is an unwelcome reality for many. As Carl Jung once asserted, "One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious.” Somehow though, thirty long days and nights of fasting seems like a wilderness trip fraught with peril and pain. I think I far prefer the vicariousness of armchair religious fasting. Less suffering, and austerity of being, and all that.

And as if on cue, my stomach rumbles, beckoning for me to give it its dates and daily bread. So I shall throw crumbs at this lesser demi-god, while summarily admiring all Muslims who go without today and this month thereafter.

Peace be upon them ~ the full chand, she is near. For just as good and evil were Eden's primordial playmates, fast and feast are only one vowel removed. All who succeed can weigh in at month's end on matters of both divine devotion and yes Virginia, even fat loss.

Eid-ul-Fitr is the first official feast at which to eat and be merry again, guilt-free. Eid-ul-Adha, which follows some moons later, is my personal fave, however. Goat slaughtering abounds in ritualistic ode to the theme of this feast: sacrifice. Indeed, violence, the sacred and goats, or rather, scapegoats, go hand in hand, or so sayeth Girard. With only a couple of word changes, the mantra for this holiday changes from ashes to ashes, dust to dust to "goat meat to fire, fork to mouth." Same blood, guts and glory, different religion, is all.

Salam. Shalom. Amen.

There's hidden sweetness in the stomach's emptiness.
We are lutes, no more, no less.
If the soundboxes stuffed full of anything, no music.
If the brain and belly are burning clean with fasting, every moment a new song comes out of the fire.
The fog clears, and new energy makes you run up the steps in front of you.
Be emptier and cry like reed instruments cry.
Emptier, write secrets with the reed pen.
When you're full of food and drink, Satan sits where your spirit should, an ugly metal statue in place of the Kaaba.
When you fast, good habits gather like friends who want to help.
Fasting is Solomon's ring.
Don't give into some illusion and lose your power,
but even if you have, if you've lost all will and control,
they come back when you fast, like soldiers appearing out of the ground,
pennants flying above them.
A table descends to your tents, Jesus' table.
Expect to see it, when you fast, this tablespread with other food,
better than the broth of cabbages.


Sadiq Alam said...

Assalamualikum wa Rahmatullah.
and Ramadan Mubarak!

many thanks for brining this post and also for mentioning my unworthy blog.

may you remain blessed by the One Who is Infinitely Merciful, Infinitely Compassionate. Amen.

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Holy Thought of the Week

"To live fully is to let go and die with each passing moment, and to be reborn in each new one."

~ Jack Kornfield ~