As noted above, Jahan contributed a play and a short story to Angarey. In line with her previous activist work, both pieces explore the neglect women endure within the suffocating and domesticating space of the home. In her one-act-play “In the Women’s Quarters” Jahan provocatively pushes behind the “veil” to uncover the oppressive demands domesticity and the family place on women. Written in the style of a dramatized conversation between two women observing purdah, the play tells the story of a sickly Mahmudi Begum whose body has been subjected completely to the whims of her husband. Mahmudi laments how since she turned seventeen, she has been forced to have a child every year with grievous consequences for her emotional and physical health (116).
Rather than being spoken for, Mahmudi herself speaks about her body, the sexual demands placed on it and the resulting pernicious medical effects of having repeated childbirths and abortions. Importantly, in centring Mahmudi’s own voice in the narrative, Jahan’s play is able to deal with problems that had otherwise remained un-examined and unacknowledged. And yet, even as Mahmudi speaks openly in the “Women’s Quarters”, she remains ensconced within a world which disregards and ultimately refuses to acknowledge her woes.
While in the play Jahan elevates the tyranny and violence women face within the otherwise cordoned and homely space of the women quarters, Jahan’s shorter piece in Angarey, “Seeing the Sights in Delhi” tells the story of Malika Begum and her experience of an uneventful trip made to Delhi. Made possible by the benevolence of her husband, the trip which initially arose a sense of excitement, ends up not even proceeding beyond the railway station. Upon reaching the station at Delhi, Malika’s husband saunters off to meet a friend, leaving her alone, anxious, and scared at the station. Miserable in the heat of her burqa and disgusted at becoming the object of lewd comments and gazes passed by the men around her, Malika, on her husband’s return quickly asks him to take her back home (107-110).
Thus, in both her contributions to Angarey, Jahan not only named what had hitherto remained unnameable within upper-class Muslim households: sexual practices, reproductive health, the oppressiveness of purdah, but did so with an unprecedented frankness that directly challenged the core values associated with the figure of the “woman.” While an earlier generation of Muslim writers through the 1920s and 30s had begun tackling what in popular parlance was understood as the “woman question”, unlike Jahan, their arguments (and much like those of Jahan’s family) concerning gender inequality were of a “reformist kind, proposing piecemeal changes that were palatable to the community” (Bano 2012, 59).
In contrast, gender in Jahan’s writings came to have a “constitutive rather than merely a thematic importance” (Gopal 2005, 5). For Jahan, gender was not merely reducible to the figure of the woman, and studying it required interrogating how it intersected with other issues such as education, domesticity, and the family. Consequently, for Jahan, to effectively understand and tackle the oppression and inequality women faced required above all a complete upheaval and transformation of familiar and familial issues like domesticity, family, and marriage.
Even as her unabashedness earned her the wrath and censure of some conservative readers, Angarey firmly established Jahan within the literary landscape of India, and even earned her the public admiration of literary stalwarts like Premchand and Faiz. Further, in 1936, four years after the publication of Angarey, Jahan played an instrumental role in setting up the Progressive Writers Association (PWA) in Lucknow, the most prominent literary movement of the 20th century in the subcontinent. However, although she helped set up the PWA, in the years that followed Jahan wrote only fragmentarily, and instead devoted her time to jointly edit the Urdu political journal Chingari (Sparks) with her previous Angarey collaborator and later husband Mahmuduzzafar.
Though from all accounts, editing Chingari meant that Jahan lived a very busy life through the 1940s and only wrote intermittently, the few short stories that she did write continue to merit literary acclaim. However, unlike her earlier work in Angarey which was singularly concerned with unveiling the oppressive world of upper-middle-class Muslim women, Jahan’s later work would attempt to problematise the very category of the “woman.”
In her most notable story from this period, “That One,” written sometime in the late 1940s, the narrator, Safia, a young upper-middle-class female doctor recounts her experience of treating a nameless syphilitic ex-prostitute, who everyone in disgust refers to as That One. Despite the revulsion that Safia and her colleagues feel towards That One, she visits the clinic every-day and even offers Safia a Jasmine flower on her visits. The high-point of the story occurs at the conclusion when upon seeing That One blowing her nose and wiping her fingers on the wall, the old sweeper Naseeban losing “all the good breed culled from twenty years of working in the school” starts kicking and punching That One (121). In many ways the critical purchase of “That One” lies in the manner in which it complicates the assumption that there exists a universal definition of the “woman.”
It is instructive to note that the “decisive act of repudiation” comes not from the disgusted Safia, but “from another working-class woman” (Gopal 2005, 46). In this regard it becomes plausible to read this moment as a broader reflection “surrounding the failure or limits of empathy and female solidarity” (44).
Unfortunately, Jahan died soon after writing this story. Cancer that had first emerged in 1942, re-appeared in 1950. While Soviet medical expertise was promptly offered, and Jahan flew to Moscow on the 9th of July, 1952, little could be done to improve her condition and Jahan died within three weeks of reaching Moscow, on the 29th of July, 1952, at the age of 47 (Coppola and Zubair 1987, 172).
Although Jahan never garnered the literary acclaim of her protégé, Chughtai, nor was she ever as prolific as her, the importance of her craft and activism cannot be minimised. Concluding on a more personal note, I like to think of Jahan not as a person but as a wayward idea, her legacy lying not so much in what she wrote but how she did so. Indeed, throughout her life, Jahan always refused and rejected comfortable closures and enclosures, instead pursuing with an almost unwavering persistence and passion different ways of knowing, being and relating to the world.
The promise of Jahan’s life and work lies in precisely this legacy, this refusal to never yield to oppressive grids that presume and establish the place of certain bodies.