Muharram from my Childhood

I was born and raised in a Shia Muslim household in Pakistan. For me Muharram, Ashura and Azadari are part of my life and childhood. However if you were raised in the subcontinent or had Shia Muslim friends you might have some insights into the observation of this month. Sharing memories of Muharram from my childhood through stories and observations.

Hazrat Zainab Roza

I do not wish to write a religious piece. I know there are different opinions on this topic and I respect them all. This is just me feeling nostalgic and thinking about Muharram of my childhood. I grew up in the Pakistan of the 80s. The world felt more peaceful because maybe we didn’t hear the bad news as much or as often through blaring “breaking news” on constantly switched on TV sets. There was a public holiday on the 9th and 10th of Muharram as is still today. While we had started the observation from the eve of the first of Muharram, PTV would telecast a majlis for all viewers across Pakistan on the 9th and 10th of Muharram. For a Shia kid, who hardly had any Shia friends in school, this was a big deal. It was a moment of inclusion and realization that the mourning of Imam Hussain (A.S) was not limited within the Shia Muslims but was for all. Talib Johari’s Majlis-e-Shaam-e-Ghareeban and Nasir Jahan’s “Salam-e-Akhir are probably just as nostalgic for anyone who listened to them on PTV, as for me.

My first memory of Muharram is lying in my dadi’s (paternal grandmother) lap as we listened to a female orator sitting on a raised platform delivering a majlis in a huge hall filled with women and children. She spoke into a mic to carry her voice over the huge crowd and the wires of that mic tangled under the platform which was covered with a black cloth. My dadi always sat right at the front which meant that my toes played dangerously with the wires of the mic as I hid my feet under the cloth covering the platform. My dadi praised the orator through frequent “wah wah”, “beshak”, “SubhanAllah”, “Kya baat hai” and sometimes raised her voice in a three-step cheer of appreciation: “Naara-e-Takbeer”, (to which the crowd responded Allah-o-Akbar), “Naar-e-Risaalat” (responded with a “Ya Rasul Allah” P.B.U.H) and “Naara-e-Haideri” (at this the room echoed with Ya Ali). The hall would settle with a loud recitation and rippling of Darood and the orator (called Zakir or Hadees Khawan) would get an opportunity to drink a glass of water and fix the dupatta over her head.

As a child, the various moods of the majlis were fascinating. These gatherings were always gender segregated. The majlis started with a recitation of Hadees e Kisa, and then announcements of the upcoming majalis as the crowd kept coming in and getting settled. The start of soz khawani  would be by a group that would recite poetic verses on various topics , some pleasant and others tragic. As they recited verses in praise of Allah, his last Prophet P.B.U.H and His Ahle Bait the crowd would smile and nod encouragingly. As the topic turned to the tragic events of Karbala,  handkerchiefs would come out and cover eyes wet with tears. The Marsiya was a tragic poetic narration and would always start with a Surat Fatiha for all martyrs of Karbala. The Hadees was a lecture given by a usually well-learned scholar. It would start with one verse of the Quran and it’s explanation, context and applicability to daily lives. At the end one tragic event of Karbala was narrated and the mood would again change to that of mourning. The majlis was concluded with Noha and Matam. This is the face of Muharram that most people view on media. It is definitely one of the most emotionally charged ones. Chests are thumped in sorrow, as the crowd joins in the chants following the lead of the Nohakhawan (narrator). The majlis concluded with the distribution of Tabaruk (food) for all attendees.

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As a child Matam and Tabaruk were the highlights of the majlis. We would keep an ear out to hear the ending of the Hadees which was marked by the crying sounds of the women as the masaib started. We knew matam would start soon after and rushed in to join the crowd as they got up on their feet and arranged themselves in rings of outpouring circles. The children were always in the middle of the inner most ring. We enthusiastically participated in the matam and later when the majlis finished opened the brown bags passed on for Tabaruk in anticipation of what was inside. Samosas, Keemay-walay-naan and cream rolls were a few standard favorites. On some days one majlis was followed by another. My mother piled on as many women as would fit our van and then some more, on our way to the next majlis. The days of Muharram and Safar were busy. The stories of the valour of Hazrat Abbas, the leadership of Hazrat Zainab, the wisdom of Imam Hussain and the innocence of Hazrat Sakina, were descriptive and inspiring. The heroes of Karbala were my first few super heroes.

It was only as I grew up that I began to understand the universal appeal of the message of Imam Hussain (A.S.) and the tragic events of Karbala. I had never understood why grownups who are generally so composed cry like children in the majalis. I had tried as an 8-year-old to repeat the Nohas in the school playground for my friends, after they asked: “So what did you do this weekend”. The noha somehow didn’t seem to have the same effect and I only got curious confused looks in return. I learnt later that it’s not the words or the tune of the Noha that had the magical touch. It was understanding the meaning and significance of the message and that understanding only came with research, reading and learning. The majalis were a great source of this knowledge. They were however delivered in extremely difficult urdu. While the language improved greatly with the exposure, there were some concepts that totally flew over my head and I would question my dadi, my nani, and any other elder I got my hands on, to answer the never-ending series of queries. I was eventually directed to books to pave my own journey of understanding.

The format and flow of the majalis stayed the same through my childhood to growing up. It was after I traveled to the Middle East and then lived in North America, I realized that different countries observed Muharram and majalis in their own ways. My first experience of listening to a British scholar in Damascus deliver a speech in English was quite unnerving. Language had no effect on the message of Karbala. The tears came just as naturally.

I learnt that not everyone who came to the majlis was a Shia Muslim. There were Muslims from others sects and some from other religions. I learnt that people cried for Hussain for many reasons. They cried for him, his helplessness and his bravery. But they also cried for themselves, their own sorrows and tragedies. Some came to forget their losses, and find solace for their broken hearts. Others came to find courage in the story of Hussain. I remember explaining the events of Karbala to my 9-year-old nephew many years ago. He couldn’t understand that how did Imam Hussain win, even though he died. I told him that understanding the meaning of this question is the legacy of Imam Hussain and might take him a few years to accept, but when he does, he would have grown up.

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16 thoughts on “Muharram from my Childhood

  1. Tamania so happy & satisfied after reading your article…that I did my job and responsibility very well done….proud of you my dear….God bless you more & more ability to learn and trained your kids more successfully….

  2. Those are my memories! It reads like my own memoirs.

    When I went to Karbala and heard matam and majlis in different languages and ways…at first i felt possessive-jealous, like when a child finds out about a new sibling…i thought, excuse me…Hussain is ours!…it took a while to accept that everyone has that same deep love for Hussain and Hussain sab kay hain

  3. Salam,
    So happy to read about your experiencr of Muharram in Pakistan.
    We as kids used to hold pretend Majalis in our house amongst cousins . One of our cousin would pretend to be the Zakira who memorised the sher ‘ – nanhi si qabar khod ker asghar Ko Garh ker Shabeer Uth Khary Hovy Daman Ko Jar Kar” It was so pure/innocent. And then Nani beijg out all day almost going from one majlis to the other and the tabaruk of Sheermal, naan haleem …kiya din thay
    Apart from that I love your blog and always look forward to your new blogpost. I have a little one who is almost one but I want to start early with introducing him to Urdu books. Do you know of any online stores where you can order them from? I trief but they don’t have a shop.

  4. I am not Shia Muslim but have so many find memories of 9th and q0th muharrm as sacred days. We would goto murrow, our hometowns nd attend maajalis, the mataam as well as shame ghraeeban. .we would stare as our mother and aunts cried and go home all sad feeling th sense of loss in the cold evening of murrow hills. We would eat the tabarruk. I remember touching the horse as well. You right ly pointed out Tamania that it was all so peaceful. I had seen when we had to run back home when someone started shooting and police used tear gas. Our parents never took us to attend the jaloos but we always attended 8th muharrm ka jaloos and then majalis in Murree.
    I understand there are political differences but you are the first friend wother whom I openly discussed 🙂
    Aunty very rightly pointed out that she has done her job very well.

  5. U under estimate urself My tears were flowing by the last para esp the word “helpless” which one usually doesnt associate with superheroes I often tell my kids stories of karabala and they r open mouthed in awe Wish for those golden days of karachi to come back

    1. Thanks for sharing your thoughts Nadia. I felt very emotional writing this post, so quite touched that it resonated with you also. And yes, Ameen to peace around the world and in Pakistan.

  6. Tamania u did very well. Urs aqedath to imam hUsain is highly appreciated. Mola slamat rkheen.

  7. Masha Allah its gud to see your love and faith regarding majalis n matam e Hussain a.s…mola salamat rakhne aur koi gham na de aiwaye ghame Hussain a.s kay

    1. Thanks for your feedback and the lovely Dua. Do follow the blog, would love to stay in touch!

  8. Sorry for the late ‘comment’ but I just read this right now & HAD to let you know how Well Written this is…Excellent!! This brought back so many memories of my childhood too! Yes, as kids, my sister & I also used to wonder ‘why’ all the adults are crying in the majlis (not just at the end, during ‘Masaaib’, but also in the beginning when they recited a Salaam or Marsiya). Of course, now that we’re grown up, we totally ‘get it’…dil bhar aata hai & the tears just start to flow. In fact I find that many times the mere name of ‘Imam Hussain’ (A.S.) is enough to bring tears in our eyes.And I feel we’re so lucky & blessed that Allah has put this love, respect & grief of Ahl-e-Bait in our hearts.I also agree with you that Imam Hussain & his Universal message is for everyone..not just Shias.(Hussain Rab Ka, Hussain Sab ka!) “Thank you again” for taking the time to write this..VERY WELL DONE!(Sorry for the Long reply 🙂

  9. hey there
    While reading your memories, my throat chocked, cuz U myself being a Shia Muslim, love every part of our mourning,towards Mohammad o Ale Mohammad (saww).

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