Musa.
We have met many poets but never one who supports Satan against God.
Bashshar.
Dejectedly) I am sorry to disappoint you but I do not support Satan. Actually I do not believe that there are any devils but those that live in human form.
Malik.
Humbly, to Musa) Sahib al Samu [your highness], he is telling lies.
Musa.
To Bashshar) Didn’t you say that Satan was right in defying God?
Bashshar.
In an exhausted voice) I was being satirical about the story of Iblees [Lucifer]. (Pausing to catch his breath) If you analyze in depth, those who invented this story make fun of God by telling that God asked his angels to bow to Adam.
BASHSHAR stops and breathes heavily in exhaustion.
Musa.
I don’t understand this nonsense.
Haroon.
(Excitedly, in a loud voice) I do. I do. He means that if we can believe in God without seeing Him, how could God’s Archangel rebel after seeing all the power God had. The story must be phony.
Musa.
But the story has come from the holy books.
Haroon.
Then the holy books must be phony.
MALIK exclaims in astonishment and touches his both ears begging forgiveness from Allah.
Malik.
(Flabbergasted) Astaghfur Allah! [I seek Allah’s forgiveness].
Musa.
(To Haroon) Keep quiet. This is blasphemy.
Haroon.
(Abruptly) No it is not: To doubt a book is not to doubt God’s existence and wisdom.
Musa.
Let’s go. He will twist your mind and make you an unbeliever.
Bashshar.
(Protesting in a weak and tired voice) But I am not an unbeliever.
Musa.
Let’s go.
Haroon.
Just one minute. (To Bashshar) If you say that God is all-knowing and all-powerful, I will pray that you be saved on the Day of Judgment.
Bashshar.
(Pleading with the last bits of energy he can muster) Ya shabab [young man], you can save me now by asking your father to stop the flogging. They have already given me twenty lashes.
Haroon.
If you convince me that unbelievers should not be flogged, I will ask my father to pardon you.
Bashshar.
All right. Tell me, did God know about everything that exists?
Haroon.
Yes.
Bashshar.
Did God know that some people would be unbelievers?
Haroon.
He knows all.
Bashshar.
Did God want it to happen that way?
Haroon.
Yes. He is, er..., oh, no, no, God only wants good things to happen.
Bashshar.
There, young man, you are denying the total control of God over universe.
Haroon.
Oh! I was wrong. I should say that God did want some to be unbelievers.
Bashshar.
Right! Hence, the unbelievers are here because of God’s will and therefore they cannot be persecuted - unless we assume that God made unbelievers and He made believers to kill them.
Haroon.
(Hastily) God cannot want murders to happen. (Curiously) Do you think my father is wrong in sentencing you?
Bashshar.
(Despondently) If Muslims believed in God, they would leave me alone to face God’s justice but the fact that they have taken my fate into their own hands, shows that they are the real unbelievers.
MUSA drags HAROON out of the room. MALIK smiles triumphantly. Whilst being led out of the room, HAROON turns back and shouts.
Haroon.
(Loudly) I will talk to my father. I think there is sense in what you say.
THE PRINCES and their GUARDS leave. THE EXECUTIONER and MALIK move forward.
Malik.
(Satirically) When he will tell his father what you told him, your sentence will only be increased. So you better get on with the lower sentence and then repent over your idiocy.
MALIK and THE EXECUTIONER compel Bashshar to lie down on his belly and tie him to the bench. THE EXECUTIONER disentangles a whip from the hook on the wall, raises it above his head, and hits Bashshar’s back with force. BASHSHAR utters a groan.
Malik.
(Counting the lashes) Twenty-one
THE EXECUTIONER keeps whipping and MALIK keeps counting. At each whip, BASHSHAR utters a groan. After the thirtieth whip, the groans become fainter and fainter. At the fortieth whip, BASHSHAR stops groaning. THE EXECUTIONER sits on his knees by Bashshar’s side, checks his pulse, and stands up in amazement.
The executioner.
(Incredulously) He is dead!
MALIK sits on his knees by Bashshar’s side and checks his pulse. HE stands up.
Malik.
Yes. He seems to have died. But you cannot stop. The verdict has to be carried out as stated.
If we stop now, we will be committing the sin of attempting to change Allah’s Law.
The executioner.
(Strictly) Ya sheikh, I am not going to flog a dead man.
Malik.
(Patiently) It is written in the Qur’an, Sura Al Nur that when inflicting a penalty of Allah’s Law, do not let the feeling of mercy overcome you. It is for his good that he gets his full punishment in this world so that he might be spared the most grievous tortures in hell. (Condescending) However, because he is dead, you can fulfill the requirements of Shari’a by flogging lightly, I mean, without using much force.
THE EXECUTIONER lightly hits Bashshar’s corpse with the lowest possible force of impact. At the count seventy, HE stops.
Malik.
Well, you should now arrange for his body to be dumped somewhere.
The executioner.
Ya sheikh, isn’t he going to have funeral prayers and a burial?
Malik.
He cannot be buried in a Muslim cemetery. Dump it in a Christian or Jewish cemetery, or best leave it in the Zoroastrian area for the vultures to feast upon.
The executioner.
(Earnestly) Ya sheikh, these areas are very far. He is very heavy and if we carry him on horseback, all the way people will pester us with questions. If they found out that he was an unbeliever, they might mutilate the corpse.
Malik.
(Leaving the room) Well then, throw him in the swamp behind the prison where no one would be able to dig out his corpse.
The executioner.
Right! That is the best burial place for an unbeliever.