Contributed By: Dr. Equbal Wajid
(More abnormal cases were cured by Dr. Syed Hasan)
Mr.G was the son of a Deputy Superintendent of Police. He had been trying his fate for I A S [Indian Administrative Service] exams. He had been very fluent in English. He used to speak correct and literary English without grammatical errors. He was a young, handsome, tall and smart fellow. He was living with his father in ‘White House’ at Gaya. Due to reasons unknown some severe symptoms of depressions were noticed in him. He was the eldest among his brothers. He also spent some time in Tableeghi Jamat and was fond of the famous Spritual Guru of Bihar Hazrat Maullna Zulfiqar Sahab. Mr. G use to go to meet Hazrat at his stay point in Chatra Hazaribagh, District of Bihar. He had a long beard. All of his brothers were living in modern style; they were all clean shaved except the father who had trimmed beard. It was my vacation days in Gaya, I went to meet Mr. Mohammad Shees the younger brother of Dr. Syed Hasan who was posted in Gaya as an Executive Engineer and was a tenant in the house of the Deputy Superintend of Police.
Mr. Shees introduced Mr. G to me and asked my opinion whether he should bring him to Kishanganj for some treatment. In my opinion it was not still too late to bring him for treatment. When I reached Insan School after my vacation, a few days later I found Mr. G walking in the campus. I met him and greeted him. He was looking normal. He uses to talk about Islam. He had memorized more verses of Quran which he uses to quote in his talk. I saw Dr. Syed Hasan dealing with him. As a part of his therapy Dr. Syed Hasan asked his opinion about the School. He answered “It looks like a psychological asylum”. This inspired Dr. Syed Hasan to assume that his abnormality has not approaching the danger level, as Mr. G was conscience about the situation he was passing through. When a mental patient seems to be conscience to the situation he suffers, it means he is getting healed. So in case of Mr. G it was a disguised expression of a slight Psychosomatic Disorder which may occurred to him due to the lack of appreciation by his parents and by his colleagues. He may have faced depression due to the failure in the competitive exams or he may have become unfaithful for his success in IAS.
Mr. G stayed in the school campus for his treatment approximately for a week. Then he went back to his home. After three or four years interval he came to Kishanganj as a collector of Zakat [charitable money] for Madaris [Religious Schools]. He doesn’t hesitate to ask people for money. He told me that I am doing this job for the purification of myself. The self doesn’t like this kind of job. So I am doing it only to trim myself and to oppose my conscience-choice. After a long gap I heard that that his wife divorced him, and his live is passing in miseries. I am of the mind that the madness of a mad can be cured but the madness of a normal man cannot be cured in full.
I remember a boy of in his sixteen uses to become such violent that it was much difficult to control him. Even he was not be overpowered by four or five men. He uses to burst out alternatively after each two or three days. As a part of his treatment he was told that he has been admitted in class IX th. He was allotted a seat in the hostel. All the students and teachers were informed that he is not a student but a mental patient. Continuously for seven to ten days he behaved like a normal student. But at the eighth or tenth day he became much violent. Nobody was able the overpower him. Suddenly he disappeared from the school. Next day news spread in the locality that a young boy was fond half murdered by the Highway and was brought to a local West Bengal Government Hospital. The reporters said that he may be alive or may not as someone has attempted to kill him by some kind of sharp weapon like axe. He had cut-injuries in his head, hands, and body.
Immediately I wrote a letter to his father who was in Gaya 400 km away from Kishanganj, as there was no way to contact him through any other means. Any how his father came after four or five days and took his child back to his home. The story of that boys ends in Insan School, but I came to know that he was living with his parent in Gaya. The latest news I got about him that he disappeared mysteriously from his house and never returned. More than four or five years passed to this happening.
The abnormal cases were coming to Insan School so frequently that if any new appointment was made the staff had to confirm with Dr. Syed Hasan whether this new hire is a mental patient or a real working staff. Even after his confirmation some never believe. In short; I got practical knowledge of Psychotherapy from Dr. Syed Hasan by my own interest. I even used this knowledge sometimes in my area.
Two abnormal cases got cured by my therapy. The one belongs to a farmer who was in his forties, became completely mad. He also became violent. When I went to see him on the request of my brother-in-law- Dr. Sahamsul Bari in his village Ramdeo, I saw him holding a big rod in his hand and running here and there. He pretended to hit everyone by his rod who stared at him. It was the village Rampur, situated beside the National High way 31 on Patna Ranchi Road between Nawadah and Rajauli. Women, children, young and old men were looking at him. He was running after all, one by one. He hit the roof of a small room and damaged it. By the time I saw him. He also stared at me.
I was little afraid because he had a rod in his hand. Then I cried loudly: “ OK, OK, Good , Very Good, ‘ All right, All right, Yes ,Yes ‘ All right’ You are right; Very Good , Very Good, ……” soon after this dialogue he came closer and closer to me. Now the patient and I were standing together at one side and the villagers on the other. Through supportive psychotherapy I gained his confidence to me and motivated him to sit with me. I later went to see his house. When the patient went his house he started abusing his wife. His wife looks like a sexy woman of thirties who had a plain impression on her face, sothat she has no problem if her husband is man. The patient Mr. C was abusing her continuously. Through his abuse and the plain impression on her wife’s face I assumed that the reason behind his madness was simple. It probably it so happened that Mr. C entered his house in the evening. The sun was set and it was dark. He saw some body coming out of the room of her wife. He was sure that the man has fucked his wife. He was over sure when he saw some drops of sweats on her forehead, her hair were scattered and what is more that he got the smell of semen coming out of her. This caused him bad effects on his mind and he became mad. How he was cured, is that I indirectly through Psychotherapy forced him to resist this happening. I force him to take it lightly and resist his feelings. He was a Hindu by caste.
It took four or five days that he returned to normalcy. He was quite well later on. He is passing his normal life in his village. Whenever he sees me he laughs with love. After the happening he never became abnormal and leaded a normal life.
One more abnormal case I handled was of a girl in the village of my wife. It was a small village in The Aurangabad Disritctof Biahr named Bela Waris. I was there in my vacation. I was sitting with my father-in-law Syed Masood Ahmed Fatmi who had been an elected Mukhiya of the Punchait for over 40 years. My wife came to know that a young girl, daughter of a Tailor in the same became mad. My wife told my mother-in-law to let me handle the case. The girl was brought in. She was singing some poems loudly. She was not caring for her covering which was getting down of her head again and again. She sat in front of me but was not attentive. Through a supportive Psychotherapy I motivated her to feel that I am her well wisher. Then she started talking with me and answered me properly. I choose to talk to her on many topics of her interest. I asked her how many dresses she has, what are their colors. Who brought them to her? Has she any ornaments? What types of cosmetics she uses? I asked her which of her dresses she likes much what is its design and color. I also told her to wear her favorite dress in my nest meeting.
Next day the girl came in the evening with a little consciousness. My father–in M law Syed Masood Ahmed Fatmi, who had been the Sitting Mukhiya [Leader] of his Punchait [Area] for more than forty years, was surprised to see the positive change in the girl. He told me that she is forty percent cured. Next day I called her father and asked him to manage a big mirror for her. I told him that he should regard this prescription just as he regards a medical prescription. So a big mirror was arranged for her and she was asked to sit before the mirror most of the time. She practiced it for few days and then by the grace of Allah returned to her normal state.
Her case history Allah knows better but up to my knowledge and belief what I concluded is that she was a young girl and people use to say that she is not beautiful. She had an elder brother, who was supposed to get marry in exchange with the man’s sister who will marry his sister. This was her biggest hope that she will be married on the condition that her brother will marry someone’s sister in exchange. Indecently her elder brother got married by his own choice and the girl became pessimistic about her marriage. Somebody may have told her that now she will now be married because she is black and her brother cannot help her. What did was nothing but to create a sense of self awareness in her. She doesn’t have and big mirror in her house and was ignorant of her beautiful youth. As she began to watch her whole body in the mirror a sense of self praising inhaled in her conscience that she is not bad. She is young and beautiful, although not as much beautiful but also not as bad. During our conversation I also tried to inhale a feeling into her that she is attractive. Her father was much thankful to me as I did all of this without any charge.
It is off course a matter of annoyance for me that having as much practical experiences and confidence in Psychotherapy I never dare to run a mental clinic of my own only due to the lack of means. I am filled with the feelings of gratitude to the Institution where I got such kind of experiences which I could have never gained anywhere else. [to be continued]
Disclaimer: The article carries the personal view of the contributor based on his personal experience. The author of the blog has not added anything from his side and not responsbile for any type of objections raised by anyone.
