Bensalem Himmich - The Theocrat

“Servants of God! Those in whom I confide know well that I challenge both servility and insult, in that I show a certain amount of hunger but a great deal of rejection. I only pronounce what God orders me to do, and He is the best of pronouncers: ‘My prayer, my devotion, my life, and my death, all these are for God alone, the Lord of humanity.’

“Those people who encounter me in towns, then turn back and leave me, are fleeing their tomorrow, in that I am reminding them that such a morrow will be full of fear and death. In these regions and others under al-Hakim’s control, no one is asking about their future destiny. No year brings any boons, the whole of humanity has no life, and sustenance comes in crumbs.

“Servants of God, are we then to remain forever beset by this massive conspiracy and the likelihood of blockade, living by sheer precedent as close as can be to perdition, wasting our lives on disasters, abandoning the laws of God and the rights of humanity, and satisfying our religious instincts with rituals and trivialities?

“A ruler and his Shi’ah have drugged you; and they have done it well!

Within the dream-realms of liberty they have planted the poison of treason and nonsense.

They have positioned themselves above you, over the tents of your own lethargy.

I have come to know them; in every aspect I have taken an opposite stance.

Haven’t you seen with your own eyes how they destroy the bounty of this land,

Frequenting havens of pleasure and ease, inhaling luscious scents,

Snatching and flashing through touch and illumination?!

Haven’t you seen them in all those fields that they have taken from your soil,

Belching as they extol the Giver of all benefits and gifts,

And living a life of sin and lechery in the midst of both you and God’s signs?!

“If only you saw and were aware, all the warriors among you would race to enter the fray against tyranny; they would gather the poor together and say to them: ‘Behind you lies death; in front of you is the enemy.’ They would send out a suicide mission against him and light the path for the generations to come, all in obedience to the Creator’s own words: ‘Fight against the leaders of disbelief. There is no faith among them, as though they might come to an end.’

“For that reason I have embraced your spirit of unity;

I have embraced it and gathered around.

With my entire being I have begged the Lord of Might and Majesty, saying:

The time has come for the one who rules contrary to God’s own book and the practice of His prophet to disappear, for the destruction of the one who holds sway in Egypt, subjecting its people to annihilation and his vile moods

It is time for the dark night of Fatimid rule to end.

The River Nile can free the land from the grip of this calamity.

O God, give us power to assemble the scattered fragments of this community,

Aid us in emerging from the vaults of gloom and impotence.

“As for you, illustrious Maghribis of time-honored memory, by Him who created the heavens and changes conditions, I can only envisage you as the nemesis of every stubborn tyrant, steadfastly opposing all thoughts of submission and disparagement, and making ready all the forces you can muster in order to extirpate evil and disaster and to fight God’s enemy and yours. Were I to say or promise anything else, I would be talking nonsense. That is why I have urged all the living elements of the community to rise up in one massive unity. I term it the flame of the sea. ‘Surge forth, O flame of the sea,’ I tell it, ‘surge up amid ribs and inside eyes and heads. Muster the brave youths of our community, fire-birds alight and ready; women, row upon row, in revolt, and men standing firm together.’

“O Lord, You know what we desire and crave: for the rule of Your law among us and the rights of humanity that strives in Your direction;

“O Lord, do not lead our hearts astray now that You have guided us. Grant us Your mercy.

“O Lord, open up for us and our people the gate of truth; You are indeed the best of openers.

“O Lord, it is on You that we rely, to You that we return, and to You that destiny leads.

“O Lord, forgive us our sins, pardon us for our evil deeds, and grant us to dwell with the righteous.

“All praise be to your Lord, Lord of Power beyond what they describe. Greetings lo those sent on a mission, and all praise be to God, Lord of the worlds.”

As Abu Rakwa intoned his intercessions, the men responded “Amen” in unison, sometimes lengthening the vowel sounds, at others shortening them. Then the muezzin gave the call to prayer. Everyone performed the prayer behind Abu Rakwa, lined up humbly in droves that managed to fill the mosque space and the terraces to the side. Once the prayer was over, Abu Rakwa was keen to proceed immediately to the governor’s residence, but on the way out, he had to make his way through crowds of people. They were all eager to see him, shake his hand, and offer up prayers on his behalf, lie made his way through the throng, smiling and clasping hands, all of which took a long time. Shihab al-Din was following close behind, hand on sword and checking carefully in every direction. After a good deal of time and effort Abu Rakwa and his entourage made it to the governor’s residence. No sooner had they arrived than Shihab al-Din upbraided Abu Rakwa.

“Imam,” he protested, “how can you rub shoulders with that huge mob when we are not sure of their loyalty? How can you risk your life that way when we are only just at the start of our long road?”

Abu Rakwa was still sweating and out of breath. “We’ve passed the first test,” he said. “People have put their trust in us, and we in tum must trust them back. As one of our saints once said, There’s safety to be found in taking risks.’ Oh, how dearly I would love to retire to the desert confide in my Lord, and seek His counsel regarding the events and duties he has obliged me to take on!”

“You can do all that,” Shihab al-Din protested, “once you’ve eaten and had something to drink.”

“Even if God grants us control over the entire earth, my eating needs won’t change, “fell the people in this residence to erect my tent on the roof, and have some food sent to me there.”

“Your tent? You’ve just entered a governor’s residence, and now you realize that, when it comes to matters of authority, it’s a take it or leave it situation? You’ve entered this city victorious, you’ve expunged the Fatimid name from the Friday sermon, and cursed al-Hakim and his ancestors. Now all you need to do is adopt an official name, appoint a chamberlain, and mint some coinage.”

“Tell people to call me ‘the revolutionary in God’s name’ if they wish. Ask the senior supervisor of this residence to bring in anyone who wishes to meet me, should he wish to do so. Strike coins in my name, if you like. All I want is a tent on the roof. This residence belongs to God. Anyone who has nowhere to live can reside here, starting with the dervishes and invalids who made it possible for us to capture this town.”

Shihab al-Din slapped his hands together in frustration. “So be it,” he said as he went out. ‘We’ll do it your way!”

For two whole months Abu Rakwa did things the way he wanted. The only time he came down from his tent on the roof was to lead prayers or dispense justice in complex disputes. Once in a while he would check up on both civilians and soldiers to make sure that the reports he was getting were accurate. He felt optimistic about the way people were living and enjoying more rights, but at the same time he was worried about unruly elements in the army who were tired of waiting and not fighting; they kept making derisive remarks about the paltry raids they had conducted and the small amount of booty they had collected. Toward the end of the week, just when he was thinking of ways to keep his fighters calm and happy, Abu al-Mahasin and Shihab al-Din arived with news that al-Hakim’s army was approaching to the east of Barqa, close to Dhat al-Hammam.