Kate Chisholm

The quick and the dead

His two sons, his grandsons and a family friend all gathered at the mortuary to wash him thoroughly, before his body, simply covered in a shroud, was laid in the ground.

issue 24 October 2009

His two sons, his grandsons and a family friend all gathered at the mortuary to wash him thoroughly, before his body, simply covered in a shroud, was laid in the ground. His head was turned towards Mecca and wooden boards laid over him to protect him from the clods of earth that would be sprinkled into the grave by those who mourned him. He was an 82-year-old Muslim with a long white beard who had died the previous evening. Tim Gardam, principal of St Anne’s College, Oxford, took us behind the scenes to witness the rituals of a Muslim funeral. We could hear the splashes of water and squeezing of cloths in the mortuary, where one of the grandsons told us, ‘To be here is a privilege…A moment when all fear of death is banished.’

Such an intimate moment could not have been filmed, but as radio listeners we could enter into the spirit of the moment without intruding on the private grief of those who were washing the body.

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