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The Angel of the Babists.

July 1, 2019 by Exangel

by Brian Griffith.

In telling stories about great Persian women, I don’t mean to endorse any of their religious beliefs. I just want to tell about powerful women’s lives, partly because they often defy expectations. One of these stories concerns a female leader of the Babist movement, which later produced the Bahai religion. Although I am not a believer in that faith, I suspect that this woman was the greatest religious leader of the 19th century, anywhere in the world.

The Babist movement formed around a charismatic man, Seyed Mohammad Ali Shirazi, who is more widely known as “the Bab” (the Gate). However, it is arguable that the sect’s greatest saint was Fatemeh Baraghani (ca. 1815–1852), who took the title of Tahereh Qorratol’Ayn. As Edward G. Browne argued, “had the Babi religion no other claim to greatness, this were sufficient—that it produced a heroine like Kurratul’Ayn [Qorratol’Ayn]” (Milani, 81).

Fatemeh was the daughter of a liberal-minded mullah, who encouraged her curiosity as she devoured books on philosophy, Arab and Persian literature, theology, and jurisprudence. Her father allowed her to participate in his classes and debates among religious students—from behind a curtain—much as the unexpectedly brilliant intellectual Anna Maria van Schurman was allowed to attend lectures at the University of Utrecht (Netherlands) in the 1600s, also sitting behind a curtain. Fatemeh’s father reportedly said, “If she were a boy she would have illuminated my house and come to be my successor” (Milani, 83). As it was, she was married off to a theology student, who took her to Karbala, Iraq, for the next 13 years as he completed his studies.

In the great Shia religious center of Karbala, Fatemeh continued her independent study, and gravitated toward a highly unorthodox teacher named Seyyed Kazem Rashti, who gathered a following known as the Sheykhi sect. According to ‘Ali Quli Mirza E’tezadol-Saltaneh, “her persistent study of the Sheykhi materials … totally absorbed her and slowly changed her whole life. Ultimately it made her leave her sacred marriage to wander from place to place.” Her brother said that her learning and intellectual disagreements with her husband became a disaster for the family, which showed why “the clergy have prevented all women from studying lest they should become believers [in heresy] like [my sister] Tahereh” (Milani, 78).

When her husband went back to Iran, Fatemeh felt forced to choose between her husband and her religious vocation. The vocation won, and she returned to Karbala to help as a teacher with the Sheykhis. By the time she got there, however, her instructor Rashti had died. She therefore determined to take his place as the sect’s chief teacher. Later she became one of the eighteen original disciples of Seyed Mohammad Ali Shirazi, or the Bab.

The Babists started out as a movement for spiritual reform, claiming to be enlightened Muslims who would purge the faith of traditions involving social inequality. Although the Bab and his male disciples generally retained their habitual gender roles, they spoke of relaxing restrictions on women, protecting wives from spousal abuse, ending legalized polygamy, and reducing the severity of legal punishments. It was a message appealing to women, and especially to Fatemeh, because the Bab encouraged her to help teach it in public. She led classes and public debates, inviting leading Islamic scholars to participate. As Farzaneh Milani puts it, “She assigned herself a public role and a public space. A triple transgression—verbal, spatial, and physical” (p. 80). The Bab and his followers gave her a new name: Tahereh Qorratol’Ayn, meaning “the pure one, a solace to the eye.”

In calling their leader a “prophet,” the Babists meant to add him onto the list of history’s great prophets such as Abraham, Moses, Jesus, etc. Unfortunately, however, many Muslim clerics felt that granting a new preacher the same title as the Prophet Muhammad was unforgivable apostacy. According to an old Sufi saying, “Prophets don’t fight over who among them is the greatest; only their stupid followers do that.” But for many clerics, the question of who was greatest was the most important religious question of all.

In 1847, the governors of Iraq expelled Tahereh as a troublemaker, and she had to go back to Iran. At this, some 30 devoted followers determined to uproot their families and go with her. She began teaching in Hamedan, where she placated the local authorities by speaking from behind a curtain. As a preacher, she proclaimed the themes of Babist doctrine: divine guidance, a progressive cycle of revelation, a new creed for a changing age, the legitimacy of the Bab as a source of divine inspiration. She was also a poet, echoing the lyrical passion of Rumi or Hafez, but combining this with a wild celebration of self-love as a woman:

Should I unveil my scented hair
I’ll captivate every gazelle

Should I line my narcissus eyes
I’ll destroy the whole world with desire

To see my face, every dawn
heaven lifts its golden mirror

Should I chance to pass a church one day
I’ll convert all the Christian girls (Milani, 92–93)

H. M. Balyuzi reports that, “her eloquence and the clarity of her disquisition so impressed the chiefs [of the Kirand area] that they offered to place twelve thousand men under her command, to follow her wherever she went” (p. 164).

As disputes mounted over whether the Babists were traitors to the shah and to Islam, the Babists were not completely innocent. In one confrontation with the authorities, a mullah named Mohammad Taqi was killed. The dying Taqi reportedly warned, “When the signs of the promised one appear, the Zindiq [heretic] … will also appear, and the words of the Zindiq will be the words of a woman’s religion! Now this woman and her religion have appeared” (Milani, 78). The governor of Qazvin threw Tahereh in jail as a suspected party to murder, not to mention heresy. Suspicions only grew when she escaped, vanishing somewhere on the roads toward Tehran.

In the summer of 1848, before a convention of Babists at Badasht, Tahereh threw off all restraint. Speaking with no veil, she proclaimed that all unjust laws of the past were suspended—a new kingdom of justice and truth had appeared. When leading men among the Babis objected to such presumption, the Bab himself endorsed her, saying that she was the pure one who had his full blessing (Momen). He wrote to her saying “Women have been permitted to come out of their houses dressed and made up like angels of paradise and to mix with men … unveiled” (Paidar, 36). Some claimed that Tahereh was Muhammad’s daughter Fatima, returned to earth. Traditional moralists claimed she was presenting herself as a new deity for worship as a sex object. They tracked her down and put her under house arrest.

As the Babists were officially labeled a rebellion against Persia, government troops set out to capture or kill them. In 1850 they crushed resisting Babists in several provinces, and executed the Bab for treason. Then in 1852, several vengeful Babists tried to kill the shah, Naser al-Din. At this point, the shah’s men strangled Tahereh Qorratol’Ayn, deeming her a direct threat to the state. In her memory, the Turkish poet Suleyman Nazif wrote “Oh Tahereh! You are worth a thousand Naser al-Din Shahs!” (de Bellaigue, 152). Bahiyyeh Nakhjavani wrote a novel based on Tahereh’s life called The Woman Who Read Too Much. People called her a saint, a scholar, a sorceress, a martyr, a dangerous lunatic, a female messiah, a whore, “the leader of emancipation for women of the Orient.”

Sources

Balyuzi, H. M. (1974) The Bab. George Ronald, Oxford.

de Bellaigue, Christopher (2017) The Islamic Enlightenment: The Struggle Between Faith and Reason, 1798 to Modern Times. Liveright Publishing Corp., New York.

Milani, Farzaneh (1992) Veils and Words: The Emerging Voices of Iranian Women Writers. Syracuse University Press, Syracuse, NY.

Momen, Moojan (2012) “Women, iv. In the Works of the Bab and the Babi Movement,” Encyclopaedia Iranica. www.iranicaonline.org/articles/women-babi

Paidar, Parvin (1995) Women and the Political Process in Twentieth-century Iran. Cambridge University Press, Cambridge, UK.

From the upcoming book, Mother Persia, by Brian Griffith (Exterminating Angel Press, Summer 2020)


Mesopotamia.

July 1, 2019 by Exangel

by Robert Johnson. “Sumerians,” he answered when Katie queried the kid, walking with him to the post box at block’s end and in response to Katie’s request “Who’s on, today?”  This was a warm July afternoon before Internets and social media, so the kid sent off all his queries by snail mail, stamps licked and […]

Furrows, Frowns, and Fire.

July 1, 2019 by Exangel

by David D. Horowitz. Ancient Roman sculpture is probably best known for realistic portrait busts. While Greek-inspired youthful beauty, perfect proportion, and calm expression find their place in Roman sculpture, the busts often represent—and highlight—wrinkles, warts, moles, furrowed brows, double chins, baldness, frowns, tight-lipped rage, and anxiety and concern concentrated behind intense stares. Here is […]

Following in the Footsteps of Gilgamesh.

July 1, 2019 by Exangel

by Bruce Thompson. The second oldest of my four sons was diagnosed with leukemia when he was nine and a half years old. Childhood leukemia (acute lymphocytic leukemia, or ALL) is considered one of the most curable of cancers, but Brendon was not to be one of the lucky ones. His treatment, over four and […]

First Meat Ever Whut Hit d’ First Fan, or; Where all War Leads Sayeth the Preachman.

July 1, 2019 by Exangel

by Jim Meirose. My word, in my shit, cried the cuffed prisoner, of a sudden, I wanted to do it one last time very very very bad. I am a defector mon mon I think it not fine my countrymen die mon mon I snapped when I witnessed my hundred and fourth brainburst all gore […]

Don’t Bring that Mess to Memphis Unless You’re Serious.

July 1, 2019 by Exangel

by Ellen Morris Prewitt. Jesus woke in the morning before the sun rose. He dressed quietly in the dark apartment until he dropped a sandal, waking Salt. “Where you going, Jesus?” Salt rose on one elbow. The lacquered blond wig that usually rode his head like a helmet had fallen off in sleep, leaving him […]

At the Reception.

July 1, 2019 by Exangel

by John Grey. So visible, like we’re etched into the ceramics of this place, sketched by waiters, photographed by other diners – the demarcation coming apart under all this attention. Everyone’s clanging spoons, waving napkins, filling in our shadows, smoothing out the jagged path connecting us to their less treasured times. We’re part of their […]

Evening Air.

July 1, 2019 by Exangel

by Marissa Bell Toffoli. Balsa wood frames rode the breeze like unexpected conversation. The young pinwheeled after, racing under the palms. The sand still warm on our bare feet as the sun readied for its disappearing act. I was reckoning how much we have to give away. If the beginning is about learning to catch, […]

A Prayer for the Almost-Living.

July 1, 2019 by Exangel

by Chris Farago. We fell tall shadows With taller tales And believe that Michelangelo will come to save us. Have you been disparaged by That thing we call the moon? Do not fret, for it will leave us, As all things must. Yes, there’s effort in it, This living, But those who say they’re better […]

A Contortionist Writing an Extemporaneous Poem.

July 1, 2019 by Exangel

by Barry Vitcov. A contortionist writing an extemporaneous poem Shaping herself into words One letter at a time Alone Giving more to the word Than what was intended With flourishes of twists and turns Not unlike a white-faced mime A body morphed into letters Lose their humankind Unable to distinguish fonts, bold and sublime Some […]

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