Volume 7, Chapter 4

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Volume 7, Chapter 4

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Diary of a Traveling Preacher

 

Volume 7, Chapter 4

 

March 16, 2006

 

By Indradyumna Swami

 

 

"My Muslim Brother"

 

 

Each day, before downloading my email, I mentally prepare myself for dealing

with the good, the bad, and the ugly. With hundreds of disciples and many

other devotees regularly corresponding with me, the laws of nature force me

to see the gamut of situations in this world.

 

March 16, 2006, was no exception. There were names to be given for babies,

condolences for the families of departed souls, blessings for disciples (and

chastisements for two), guidelines for a new marriage, and a plea for a

departed student to return.

 

One name on the list in my mailbox caught my eye. It was Jahnukanyaka dasi,

a devotee from Sarajevo, Bosnia. I had met her years ago, on my first visit

there. She risked her life to preach throughout the three-year war that took

over 100,000 lives there in the early 1990s. Such a devotee deserves

attention, so I immediately opened her email.

 

I was hoping to read of the recent success the Sarajevo devotees had had in

book distribution, but instead I learned with great sadness of the departure

of a good friend of mine, Doctor Abdulah Nakas.

 

I first met Dr. Nakas in April, 1996 in the bloodstained hallways of the

partially destroyed central hospital in Sarajevo just days after the war had

ended. Our Harinama party had been attacked by knife-wielding Muslim

soldiers that day, and several of our devotees had been seriously wounded.

 

After taking the other devotees back to the temple, I went to the hospital

to check on the injured. When Dr. Nakas heard that a leader of our movement

was there, he came out to meet me. "Your people's wounds are serious," he

said, "but not critical. They will live."

 

He raised his arms in the air. "I am a devout Muslim," he said, "but I am

ashamed of what my people have done. The war is over, but now we are

spilling the blood of foreigners in our town. Please forgive us."

 

He put out his hand. "We are brothers," he said, in a gesture of humility I

will never forget.

 

I took his hand, red with the blood of the devotees and still holding a

scalpel. "Doctor," I said, "you are not to blame, and neither is your

religion. This is the act of a fringe element."

 

He once again turned his attention to the injured devotees.

 

While I was waiting, some of the soldiers who had attacked us came to the

hospital to finish the job. They surrounded me and spit in my face. Dr.

Nakas heard the commotion. He rushed out of the operating room and screamed

at the soldiers to leave. Although he was defenseless and had no weapons,

they backed down and went away.

 

Jahnukanyaka told me that day that everyone in Sarajevo respected him

because of his selfless service during the war. For three years he operated

continuously, day in and day out, and often throughout the night on the

endless casualties. He performed surgery under the worst of circumstances,

often with no water or electricity and few medical supplies. During the last

two years of the war the hospital had no anesthesia. He barely ate or slept.

And several times the hospital itself was attacked and severely damaged by

rocket fire.

 

"How was it possible?" I asked her. "Where did he get the strength?"

 

She smiled. "During the war," she said, "several devotees and I would

regularly visit the hospital, bringing prasadam and sometimes having

programs for the patients and medical staff. During those days it was

dangerous just to walk outside because the Serbian Army had encircled the

city and would indiscriminately fire rockets and shoot citizens daily."

 

"It was there at the hospital that I met Dr. Nakas," she continued. "Somehow

or other, he had acquired a Bhagavad-gita and would read it to his

colleagues before the surgeries. He said it helped him realize the

immortality of the soul and gave him strength as he watched people die

before his eyes.

 

"I was amazed that a staunch Muslim, who visited his mosque daily, was not

only reading Bhagavad-gita, but sharing it with others. When I was doing

sankirtan at that time, most of the Muslim doctors I approached bought

Bhagavad-gita because they knew it was Dr. Nakas's reading material."

 

"That makes everything clear," I said.

 

Now, years later, I was sitting in front of my computer, remembering our

conversation and feeling overwhelmed by that morning's email. I found

Jahnukanyaka's phone number in Sarajevo and called her.

 

"I received your email about Dr. Nakas," I said. "I'm sorry to hear of his

departure. He was an amazing person, able to bridge gaps that often separate

men because of nationality, race, and religion."

 

"Here in Sarajevo," she said, "he is being mourned by everyone, Muslims,

Christians, and Jews."

 

"Did he remain connected to us and maintain an interest in Bhagavad-gita

after the war?" I said.

 

"Yes, he did," she replied. "After the war I visited London, and when I came

back to Sarajevo, I brought prasadam to Dr. Nakas. During our discussion he

offered to help us find a building for a new temple in Sarajevo. I was

amazed because I knew it would not be an easy thing. Bosnia is primarily a

Muslim country.

 

"During the war I developed a hernia from carrying so many books, and when I

told Dr. Nakas he offered to operate on it for free. He told me I was his

Godsister. The nurses told me that while performing the operation he recited

many verses by memory from Bhagavad-gita.

 

"He never took a vacation in his entire career. After the war he just

continued doing his service, operating every day. Recently he had a heart

attack. He was operated on but lapsed into a coma. He was in intensive care

and only the medical staff were allowed entry. I called his brother, the

director of the hospital, and begged him to let me go to his brother's side.

 

"To my surprise he let me go, after making sure I was properly dressed in a

surgical mask and gown. There were many doctors and nurses present when I

entered Dr. Nakas' room. He was such a famous, much-loved, and respected

man. They were trying everything to save him.

 

"Initially, I was shocked seeing all the tubes and machines keeping him

alive. Despite the fact that most of the medical staff there were Muslim, I

began reading out loud from his favorite chapter of Bhagavad-gita, chapter

9. All the doctors and nurses bowed their heads respectfully and remained

silent as I read the entire chapter.

 

"Several days later they contacted me and asked me to come back a second

time. I saw it as a special arrangement of Krsna for Dr. Nakas. On that

visit I sang the Damodar-astakam prayers and the Hare Krsna mantra, and read

the seventh chapter of Bhagavad-gita. Again the entire staff listened

respectfully. They knew it was what Dr. Nakas would have wanted.

 

"Two days later he died. I went to his funeral with some devotees. There

were more than 10,000 people attending. He was a national hero. The people

of Sarajevo loved him so much. He was buried according to the Muslim

tradition. But you can imagine - there we were, dressed in our traditional

Vaisnava attire. No one complained. They all knew how much he loved us, and

we him."

 

As she spoke I couldn't hold back my tears, and they were not only for the

fact that Dr. Nakas had so much appreciation for the immortal wisdom of

Bhagavad-gita and had helped devotees at the end of the war and after, but

because of my own encounters with him. I could still envision him

apologizing for the wrong his Muslim brothers had inflicted upon us and his

screaming at the soldiers who had come to kill me. They were some of the

most intense moments I have ever experienced, and he had played an integral

part in saving my life and those of our wounded devotees.

 

When I finished my call with Jahnukanyaka I went before my Deities, bowed

down, and prayed that the Lord would honor the devotional service Dr. Nakas

had performed as a devout Muslim and as a follower of the sacred wisdom of

Bhagavad-gita. The world has much to learn from Dr. Nakas: how to live

peacefully together with respect and appreciation for other cultures and

religions.

 

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"In India, even in the interior villages, all the Hindu and Muslim

communities used to live very peacefully by establishing a relationship

between them. The young men called the elderly members of the village by the

name caca or kaka, uncle, and men of the same age called each other dada,

brother. The relationship was very friendly. There were even invitations

from Muslim houses to Hindu houses and from Hindu houses to Muslim houses.

Both the Hindus and the Muslims accepted the invitations to go to one

another's houses to attend ceremonial functions. Even until 50 or 60 years

ago, the relationship between Hindus and Muslims was very friendly, and

there were no disturbances. We do not find any Hindu-Muslim riots in the

history of India, even during the days of the Muslims' rule over the

country. Conflict between Hindus and Muslims was created by polluted

politicians, especially foreign rulers, and thus the situation gradually

became so degraded that India was divided into Hindustan and Pakistan.

Fortunately, the remedy to unite not only the Hindus and Muslims but all

communities and all nations can still be implemented by the Hare Krsna

movement on the strong basic platform of love of Godhead."

 

[Caitanya-caritamrta, Adi-lila 17.149, purport]

 

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