William Burchell
Bashyr Pickard (England)
Author, Poet and Novelist
About the Author:
W. B. Bashyr Pickard B.A. (Cantab), L.D.(London) is an author of wide
repute. His pen-production include: Layla and Majnun, The Adventures of
Alcassim, A New World etc.
"Every child is born with a disposition towards the natural religion
of obedience (i.e. Islam); it is the parents who make him a Jew, A Christian
or a Magian." ---- a saying of Muhammad.
Having been born in Islam it was a good many years before I realized this
fact.
At school and college I was occupied, perhaps too intensely, with the
affairs and demands of the passing moment. I do not consider my career of
those days brilliant, but it was progressive. Amid Christian surroundings I
was taught the good life, and the thought of God and of worship and of
righteousness was pleasant to me. If I worshipped anything it was nobility
and courage. Coming down from Cambridge, I went to Central Africa, having
obtained an appointment in the administration of the Uganda Protectorate.
There I had an interesting and exciting existence beyond what, from England,
I had ever dreamt, and was compelled by circumstances, to live amongst the
black brotherhood of humanity, to whom I may say I became endearingly
attached by reasons of their simple joyous outlook upon life. The East had
always attracted me. At Cambridge I read the Arabian Nights. Alone
in Africa I read the Arabian Nights, and the wild roaming existence
I passed in the Uganda Protectorate did not make the East less dear to me.
Then upon my placid life broke in the First World War. I hastened
homewards to Europe. My health broke down. Recovering, I applied for a
commission in the Army, but on health grounds this was denied to me. I
therefore cut losses and enlisted in the Yeomanry managing somehow or other
to pass the doctors and, to my relief, donned uniform as a trooper. Serving
then in France on the Western Front, I took part in the battle of the Somme
in 1917, where I was wounded and made prisoner of war. I travelled through
Belgium to Germany where I was lodged in hospital. In Germany I saw much of
the sufferings of stricken humanity, especially Russians decimated by
dysentry. I came to the outskirts of starvation. My wound (shattered right
arm) did not heal quickly and I was useless to the Germans. I was therefore
sent to Switzerland for hospital treatment and operation. I well remember
how dear even in those days was the thought of the Qur'an to me. In Germany
I had written home for a copy of Sale's Koran to be sent out to me. In later
years I learnt that this had been sent but it never reached me. In
Switzerland after operation of arm and leg my health recovered. I was able
to go out and about. I purchased a copy of Savary's French translation of
the Qur'an (this today is one of my dearest possessions). Therein I
delighted with a great delight. It was as if a ray of eternal truth shone
down with blessedness upon me. My right hand still being useless, I
practised writing the Qur'an with my left hand. My attachment to the Qur'an
is further evidenced when I say that one of the most vivid and cherished
recollections I had of the Arabian Nights was that of the youth
discovered alive alone in the city of the dead, seated reading the Qur'an,
oblivious to his surroundings. In those days in Switzerland, I was veritably
resigne a la volonte de Dieu (Muslim). After the signing of the
Armistice I returned to London in December 1918 and some two or three years
later, in 1921, I took up a course of literary study at London University.
One of the subjects I chose was Arabic, lectures in which I attended at
King's College. Here it was that one day my professor in Arabic (the late
Mr. Belshah of Iraq) in the course of our study of Arabic mentioned the
Qur'an. "Whether you believe in it or not," he said, "you will find it a
most interesting book and well worthy of study." "Oh, but I do believe in
it," was my reply. This remark surprised and greatly interested my teacher
in Arabic, who after a little talk invited me to accompany him to the London
Prayer House at Notting Hill Gate. After that I attended the Prayer House
frequently and came to know more of the practice of Islam, until, on New
Year's day, 1922, I openly joined the Muslim community.
That is more than quarter of a century ago. Since then I have lived a
Muslim life in theory and practice to the extent of my ability. The power
and wisdom and mercy of God are boundless. The fields of knowledge stretch
out ever before us beyond the horizon. In our pilgrimage through life I feel
assured that the only befitting garment we can wear is submission and upon
our heads the headgear of praise and in our hearts love of the One Supreme.