I am back in Dhaka again for work. After I got home from the airport my father handed me a photocopy of the offending cartoon by Arifur Rahman. I liked its title, “Name,” which hints at the questions that the cartoonist is trying to raise rather than the offense that mullahs allege to be his aim. Since Saif gets to air his pet peeves from time to time, I will take the liberty of divulging one of mine. At least, Arifur Rahman, isn’t going by some strange hybrid name formed by a combination of the first name and the nickname, e.g. Shamsuddin Bablu, Sharmin Lucky etc. (so en vogue in the TV channels that it is refreshing to hear the first name-last name sequence). These trendy names are devoid of meaning and root. They are expressive and new only in the cheap neon polyester sense.

Getting back to our homegrown cartoon controversy, Arif probably had a run in with some mullah type who lectured him because he failed to identify himself as Mohammed Arifur Rahman. I certainly relate to his sense of frustration with such lecturing. Wouldn’t it be nice if the pious did not feel compelled to exhort? Is preaching the right path (however interpreted) a required part of being an observant Muslim? The learned participants of mushrooming Islamic TV programs here certainly think so. I’d be interested in thoughts on this from an Islamic perspective. So what’s the big deal about Arif’s cartoon? He effectively raises questions about the practice of placing the Prophet’s name as a prefix. This, rather than insulting the Prophet (PBUH), is key. The point he raises is important because the blanket application of this prefix rule could lead to such unwanted consequences as the Prophet (PBUH) sharing his name with any Muslim man, even someone of questionable character. Devout Muslims should consider this to be a valid issue. But of course the mullahs are going to read the cartoon as blasphemous, how dare he call a cat by the Prophet (PBUH)’s name! Lynch that boy!  Perhaps it is unfair to expect nuanced reasoning from people who are ready to smite down all probing and thoughtful attitudes towards religion.          

I think printing the cartoon was a slip rather than some grand gesture of the editors of Alpin/ Prothom Alo. Now, teel has become taal. Just last Friday, the day after I got in, a mob left Baitul Mukarram mosque militant style right after Friday prayers and marched towards the Prothom Alo office. Fifty people were injured in the ensuing clashes with the police. The mayhem could well continue this week. According to today’s Ittefaq the Sarbadaliyo Sangram Parishad (Hizbul Tahrir is an oft-mentioned component, the rest is amorphous) is planning processions and agitation in various parts of Dhaka today and tomorrow as well as mosque based agitation countrywide after Friday prayers. At this point it is a moot question as to why these people are resorting to violence during Ramadan. Arif will not be getting out any time soon. He is probably safer in prison than out.           

The title of Arif’s cartoon got me thinking about names and naming, especially of animals. On the plane back to Dhaka this time I read Rory Stewarts’ The Places in Between, a flawless chronicle of the author’s journey across Afghanistan from Herat to Kabul during the icy winter of 2002. Stewart, a Scotsman and an ex-British diplomat, walked the entire way from village to village and lived by the kindness of wary strangers. The writing is unassuming, thoughtful, simple, and at times beautiful. At one point during the arduous journey a group of villagers gave Stewart the charge of a huge toothless warrior mastiff. Apparently the strength and valor of this particular breed of dogs from Ghor has been recorded since medieval times. He named this hardened creature: Babur, after the emperor whose journey he was retracing (and I thought, aren’t you getting a bit carried away?).   

For the next few weeks Stewart literally drags the dog through feet upon feet of snow and sleet, protects him fiercely from all sorts of assault, shares with him discoveries great and small, and coaxes him out of his grizzly shell.  The bond is beautiful more so because it is built slowly. It has the makings of a love story because you don’t realize it’s happening until it already has and hits you in the gut, with great force. By the end of the tale, perhaps transfigured by Stewart’s love, the dog seemed to me more than worthy of the grand name. As for Arif’s cartoon, my cat-loving friend told me that the Prophet (PBUH) actually adored cats and had a few around his household (I’m taking her word for it).  So there you go, faced with the cartoon, maybe the Prophet (PBUH), a model of gentleness and humility by all recorded accounts, would just stroke the nearest feline and clarify the whole prefix question with a hadith.