I like Jannat
kī Bashārat. Its tone is
empathetic in nature, but its message derives from that very empathy an emotion
which is abhorrent of that very culture. We argued whether the piece is
attacking Islam, or Muslim practices, or Muslim culture. There can be no doubt
that its intent is not obscure, for one. It is derisive of religion in general.
This is what I felt. When the maulana postrates himself before his vision in
the last scene, he is clutching the Quran. The author, meanwhile, is more
sceptical. It is not a vision but a dream, an allusion to desires feeding
themselves. When he wakes up, there is daylight everywhere. The sun is shining
in, and his wife is laughing at him. It was just a dream. This is reality, and
it is rotten.
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