Author, attorney & human rights activist Rafia Zakaria speaks about her book The Upstairs Wife: An Intimate History of Pakistan, about Pakistan in the 80s affected by Islamization and its effect on her family, especially her aunt.
Based on Zakaria’s family, which shifted to
Pakistan from Mumbai (then Bombay) in 1962, they came against odds when the
military powers brought in Islamization in the 80s to retain power. Sohail, her
aunt’s husband takes another wife (allowed by new laws). Rafia sees the
internal & external turmoil & anger. The book speaks about how personal
life & political changes mingle to change things forever.
At
what point did you realise that this personal tale must be told? How did the
title come about?
The past few years have been incredibly
difficult ones for Pakistan and as a columnist, documenting the vast catalogue
of tragedy has been a daunting one. Like all Pakistanis, I feel a sense of
terrible loss. It is not that things were beautiful before but there it is hard
not to be baffled by the darkness of now. I wanted to trace the beginnings of
that as best that I could. I believe that the most excluded characters; the
most marginalized are the ones that have the most poignant stories to tell. For
me, this was my aunt and her story. I wanted the title to tell the story of the
division of affections, emotions and land that is the center of the book and so
I chose this title.
It’s
not easy to share something personal, though connected to a larger picture of
Pakistan’s struggles.
I think Pakistan in the global imagination
and even the Indian imagination as a very monolithic place; synonymous with danger,
terror, and violence. My basic goal was to humanize Pakistan, to show how
ordinary people’s lives are within this landscape. I think it is difficult to
get the world to empathize with any Pakistani character, and to try to
accomplish that I had to lay bare the story of my family. It was also
important because I feel that the narrative of Pakistan in literature has been
largely been dominated by elites. The lives of ordinary people are hence
unrepresented and I wanted to represent them.
How
do you look at Pakistan’s journey & things that happened, during the time
you have mentioned?
Well, the hardest portions to write were the
ones that take place in India before my grandparents came to Pakistan. I
have never been to India or Mumbai (then Bombay) and so I had to combine
their recollections with as much historical research as I could manage. Another
challenge was writing about the portions that relate to the ethnic conflicts
that took place in Karachi, or episodes under martial law. All of
these are politically contested in Pakistan and it is difficult
sometimes find accurate death counts.
How
has your family taken to the book?
I think it’s been a gradual process for
them. I think they knew the sincerity of my intent and larger than that the
importance of the idea that if we are to have a description of what life
is like for ordinary Pakistanis, someone has to begin that task. I think our
story is representative of many families; the unanswered questions in the book
are the ones confronted by generation of Pakistanis today. What can be done,
how does our past determine our future and more than that, how does the
violence in the public sphere infect the private? You cannot pose those
questions without making the private public.
When
it comes to women & their issues, they have to really struggle anywhere.
Writing a book
on them and intertwining it with politics is double whammy. What
was the reaction in Pakistan about it?
Rafia Zakaria |
It is certainly true that we live in a
patriarchal world. My desire through this book, however, was to reclaim
Pakistani history for Pakistani women. I think the lens of Western feminism
limits itself to only those stories that feature an individual disavowal of
tradition and culture; I wanted to underscore the value of resilience and
endurance. I think the women of the subcontinent have borne more than perhaps
women anywhere else in the world. In both India and Pakistan, nationalism and
patriotism has often been interpreted as the ability to control women and this
is reflected in our history.
They say of course that history is written
by the victors... I want women to be the victors but they aren’t as yet. And
my hope is that the reverse; that those who write history become victors, is
also true.
As
an attorney and human rights activist, is it a struggle to fight for what one
sees as basic rights? What makes you cringe and want to shout aloud to be
heard?
Of course, I think one of the most cringe
inducing realizations is how much women growing up in male dominated cultures
learn to sabotage and hurt each other. One of the biggest curses of this is
that they spend all their time manipulating and hurting one and another rather
than challenge the men that make the system and insure that women are
refused the power to make their own decisions. So if I could shout out one
thing to all the women of the world, it is to stop hating each other, to stop
subjugating and sabotaging each other’s success and believing each other to be
the enemy.
Did
the situations around you while growing up reflect in the choice of your
career?
Definitely, I think what I saw in my aunt’s
marriage. What impressed on me as a young girl was its inherent injustice; and
that no one had the power to undo it. That was the beginning of a realization
that unless I speak out & devote my life to this, there would be no change,
just new tragedies.
Are
you working on any new book?
I am working on several projects; one is
focused on my own life and the choices I had to make as a woman. I felt it was
necessary to write this book first because you cannot really understand the
path you take unless you engage with the paths of those that came
before. I am also working on a project that deals with women and terrorism
and particularly the tactics used by extremists to recruit women.
The Upstairs Wife: An Intimate History of
Pakistan is available at Rs 599 trade
paperback.
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