As a child, visiting my maternal village Singerband in
Assam, India, during school holidays, I remember the long Barak River (we
called it turen) where we spent our mornings and evenings. It was exciting
accompanying my aunts who would swim effortlessly through the water, while I
watched. I didn’t know how to swim and I hated the green algae that wrapped
around the feet. Growing up in a Hindu household, the morning and evening dips
in the river were a ritual, we had to be clean or in a purified state to be
able to sit and pray.
The river held a lot of fascination for me, a combination of
both awe and fear. The river also segregated two communities—the Hindus and
Muslims. It was just a geographical divide but bridged by friendships. I looked
forward to sitting on the boat to cross to the other side to visit my mother’s
best friend, a Muslim, who was fondly called Ita. My mom would carry her
home-grown vegetables to gift her friend, and, in turn, we got plenty of eggs.
I remember on our side of the river nobody raised chickens, maybe it was a
Hindu thing, I still don’t know. But we had cows and a long cowshed where the
eggs were cooked as no non-vegetarian food was cooked in the kitchen.
Ita wore the hijab and the burqa along with a netted face
covering. I was young then to develop an awareness of the differences in her
culture and ours, I only knew about the warmth of a friendship that till today
feels strong even in nostalgia. Every winter holidays, my family travelled to
our paternal villages where we were surrounded by relatives and friends and a
structure embedded in love.
The weekly village market was one lively place with children
scampering around, the adults chatting, Muslims, Hindus, and the few Christians
mingling together in a spirit of openness. It is a happy memory, almost
Utopian, and this reality also probably instilled the native cosmopolitanism in
me.
My last visit to Singerband Village a few years ago, after
about two decades, shocked me. I saw how a large part of the village had been
swallowed up by the swirling waters of the Barak River. It has been reported
that many houses have submerged compelling villagers to move to other places.
My family home, though, is still safe.
And just like how the river has changed its course, the
world as an adult feels wider and divisive than how it appeared to me as a
child.
In December 2019, when India passed the Citizenship (Amendment
Act), a law creating a path to citizenship for immigrants of different faiths
except Muslims, it saw one of the worst protests and deaths in Assam. I
wondered about my village Singerband and Lakhimpur its district, and whether
the friendships I had seen as a child corroded. I am told by relatives no
disturbing news came out of there.
Of course, this is not the only event that has come out of
India in the past 17-18 years. It is indeed deeply disturbing to read reports
about Hindu-Muslim animosity as the narrative coming out of India. I tend to
agree with what journalist and author Raghu Karnad said in a 2020 interview
with the NewYorker that, “Communal riots have been the permanent black eye on
the face of Indian democracy, and it is only because we reduce them immediately
to whether more Hindus were killed or more Muslims were killed, and which
community was the guilty party, that the real question that never gets enough
attention is why authorities fail to act in the moment to stop those riots.”
Most recently, the polarisation between Hindu and Muslim
students in the southern state of Karnataka over a ban on wearing hijabs to
school, is disturbing, to say the least. The state education minister insists
that the government is firm that the “school is not a platform to practise
dharma (religion)’’, and that the hijab must go.
A lot has been written and discussed on the latest hijab
issue. Some have called it an outright assault on the right to education of
young Muslim women, guaranteed to them by the law and the Constitution of
India. Others argue that students cannot defy the government’s school uniform
regulations. Yet some others say there should not be any double standards as
Sikh boys are allowed to wear turbans as part of their faith in educational
insititutions.
From the sophisticated constraints of my life in Melbourne,
I am saddened to see the digital ecosystems flooded with all kinds of hate—that
people are unable to distinguish between information and misinformation.
I asked few members of the Indian diaspora their thoughts.
As the world becomes more interconnected, I believe diaspora engagement is
important as they become a bridge to knowledge and resources with the country
of their origin, but most chose reticence, while expressing sadness.
However, one group, the Humanist Project, which describes
itself as a collaborative effort to counter the growing hate and divisive
agendas at work in India and abroad, called the hijab ban in classrooms and
campuses “as the most recent example of Hindu supremacists attacking Muslims in
India. Hindu supremacists in India continue to lynch, segregate and boycott
Muslims on various pretexts: the consumption of beef, targeting Islamic
religious practices, demonising clothing and othering languages such as Urdu.
This call for a nation-wide hijab ban is the latest pretext to impose apartheid
on and attack Muslim women.
“The Indian Constitution both implicitly and explicitly
encourages plurality, protecting Indian citizens from any form of religious
discrimination that we’re now seeing in action. Uniforms in schools are meant
to minimise differences between students of different and unequal economic
classes. They are not intended to impose cultural uniformity on a plural
country. This is why Sikhs are allowed to wear turbans not only in the
classroom but even in the police and Army. This is why Hindu students wear
bindi/kalava/tilak/vibhuti with school and college uniforms without comment or
controversy. Likewise, Muslim women should be able to wear hijabs with their
uniforms,” it said.
I avoid politics, I avoid discussion of religion and what
Gods pervade your homes. But my opinion is that the right to wear the hijab
must be a personal choice.
I don’t want to reduce the open landscape of my childhood to
the narrowness of the world now.
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