The Sindhi folktale of Sassi and Punnu, about a girl from the 12th century has undergone many changes, especially socio political changes in Pakistan
Some five years ago, a middle-aged Sindhi man, Dadu Baksh, who was employed by me as a driver, returned from his village in central Sindh, looking disturbed. I asked him what was bothering him. He told me that one of his teenaged nephews had struck friendship with some boys of a local madressah in his village. This friendship had become bothersome to the boy’s parents because their son had suddenly begun to question and even criticise the way they were practising Islam.
He said that the son had dropped out from the Government school he was studying in and was ‘ordering’ his parents to stop going to the shrines of Sufi saints. He even wanted his mother to stop going to the sugarcane and cotton fields with his father, where both worked as peasants. The father used to own a small plot of land but he had to sell it when the mother fell ill and needed expensive medical attention at a hospital in Karachi. The parents were looking forward to their son getting an education so that he could get employment in Karachi.
As I empathetically listened to Dadu lamenting about what was happening back home, I thought I heard the word Sassi. I stopped him and asked what Sassi was. ‘Saaien, Sassi-Punnu, the story,’ he replied. ‘Yes, I know,’ I said, ‘what about it?’ He said that during one of his tirades against the way his parents had been practising their faith, the son had begun to curse Sassi, calling her a ‘woman of bad character who did not deserve a shrine!’ I didn’t even know she had a shrine.
Sassi-Punnu is a famous Sindhi folktale about a 12th century girl, Sassi, who was born to aristocratic Hindu parents in the Sindh town of Bhambore. An astrologer tells them that she would be a curse for them. Perturbed, the parents put her in a wooden box and then place the box in the River Indus. She is found by a poor man who raises her as his own daughter. She grows up to become a beautiful woman.
Punnu, the son of a rich Baloch tribal chief, falls in love with Sassi and marries her. Punnu does not go back home to Balochistan. His father is incensed and sends his other sons to bring Punnu back. After getting him drunk on wine, they kidnap him and bring him back to their father. When Sassi wakes up, she finds her husband missing. She sets out to look for him, but gets lost in the desert. Thirsty and exhausted, she comes across a shepherd and asks for help. The shepherd, instead, makes advances at her. Shocked, Sassi prays to God to save her from humiliation. Immediately, she is sucked in by the sand. Feeling guilty, the shepherd places pebbles and stones over the area where she had ‘drowned’ in the sand. Punnu while on his way back to Bhambore learns what had happened. He collapses on the same ground that had swallowed Sassi and is swallowed as well.
This area was believed to be 45 miles from Karachi. Here is where Sassi’s (and Punnu’s) shrine is located. In her book, The Female Voice in Sufi Ritual, Shemeem Abbas wrote that this folklore was first popularised by the famous 18th century Sufi saint, Shah Abdul Latif. He lived in Sindh and largely wrote in Sindhi. He frequently referred to the Sassi-Punnu folklore in his evocative poems.
In the 1940s and 1950s, when Sindhi scholar GM Syed was formulating Sindhi nationalism, he often returned to the writings of Latif to shape the idea of Sindh being a ‘land of Sufis’ and religious tolerance. In his 1952 book, The Message of Latif, Syed wrote that by regularly weaving the Sassi-Punnu story in his poetry, Latif was using Sassi’s sacrificial act to exhibit the historic spirituality, bravery and selflessness of the Sindhi people.
In 1966, Syed formed the Bazm-i-Sufia-i-Sindh, a literary organisation which boasted a number of Sindhi scholars and poets. By then Syed had consolidated his idea of Sindhi nationalism, and Sassi had become a symbol of tolerance, selflessness and spiritual romance Sindh was made of. In December 1971 when another Sindhi, ZA Bhutto, became the head of Government and state, he almost immediately nationalised this idea. But being a robust Pakistani nationalist, Bhutto eschewed the Sindhi nationalist aspect of Syed’s narrative.
Bhutto was much sophisticated and Westernised than Syed. But a part of him was romantically attached to his upbringing as the son of a Sindhi chieftain in Larkana. He was, however, vehemently opposed to Sindhi nationalism and saw it as being treacherous. Dutch academic, Oskar Verkaaik, in his book, Migrants and Militants, wrote that the Bhutto regime greatly renovated Latif’s shrine in Bhitshah and built guesthouses for tourists around the tomb. In 1974, Bhutto launched an annual Bhitshah Festival where he announced, “Shah Latif was not only Sindh’s saint, but all of Pakistan’s.” During the same period, the Sassi-Punnu story was regularly dramatised on state-owned TV and radio. The Bhutto regime also helped finance a film based on the folklore. Under Bhutto, Sassi became a Pakistani.
Even though there were at least two major uprisings in Sindh against the reactionary Gen Zia dictatorship (1977-88), even he decided to retain the nationalised idea of Latif and Sassi-Punnu when in 1986 he green-lit the proposal of introducing a Shah Latif Chair at Karachi University. During the start of the 1996 Cricket World Cup final in Lahore, Prime Minister Benazir Bhutto appreciated a tableau based on the Sassi-Punnu folklore — even though the religious parties thought it was ‘obscene.’ Last year at the Karachi Literature Festival, I was approached by a group of young Sindhi men and women who had come all the way from various parts of Sindh to watch a session I was a part of.
During our talk we discussed the rise of religious militancy in ‘the land of Sufis.’ They told me about one Mian Mitthu, a controversial cleric who was once a member of PPP but was eased out when it was found that he had been forcibly converting young Hindu Sindhi women. This led to me telling them the tale of Dadu Baksh’s nephew, and how he had cursed Sassi. They were all genuinely disturbed, until one young lad said: “Paracha Saaien, these days, Sassi is not roaming the desert looking for Pannu. She is now walking the hot sands looking for Mian Mitthu.”
Writer: Nadeem Paracha
Courtesy: The Pioneer