"He's
insane," say the villagers who have come to gawk at him. "He
doesn't know whether he's in this world or another."
"He's
getting better!" said Mia Shafiq, the man responsible for his
recovery and the one who shackled him to the wall of a shrine in this
eastern Afghan city.
The
man's brothers drove him here from southern Kandahar province two
weeks ago, drawn by the same belief that has attracted families from
across Afghanistan for more than two centuries. Legend has it that
those with mental disorders will be healed after spending 40 days in
one of the shrine's 16 tiny concrete cells. They live on a
subsistence diet of bread, water and black pepper near the grave of a
famous pir, or spiritual leader, named Mia Ali Sahib.
Every
year, hundreds of Afghans bring mentally ill relatives here rather
than to hospitals, rejecting a clinical approach to what many here
see as a spiritual deficiency. The treatment meted out at the shrine
and a handful of others like it nationwide might be archaic, but the
symptoms are often a response to 21st-century warfare: 11 years of
nighttime raids, assassinations and suicide bombings.
For
more than a decade, Western donors have helped train Afghan
psychiatrists, who diagnose many of their patients as having an
ailment with a distinctly modern acronym: PTSD, or post-traumatic
stress disorder. Mental health departments in Afghanistan are
plastered with posters detailing the disorder's symptoms. Pharmacies
are stocked with antipsychotic drugs.
But
many of those suffering from the disorder never see doctors or
pharmacists. Instead, they are taken on the long, unmarked dirt road,
through a village of mud huts, that leads to an L-shaped
agglomeration of cells.
The
brothers of the man in cell No. 5 drove back to Kandahar, more than
400 miles away, once the shackles were in place. They left an
indecipherable phone number on a scrap of paper. They paid $20 for
the treatment, as all patients must. If they told anyone the name of
the man, no one remembers.
"What
will I do with this man?" asked Shafiq, the shrine's director
and a descendant of Sahib. "Who is this man?"
Shafiq
wondered: Was the man's mental state a product of war? Was he a
former soldier? A civilian who had seen too much horror? Shafiq had
helped check men like that into the shrine. He'd watched them writhe
and scream and, eventually, he said, recover.
"For
a lot of these people, faith is a key part of the healing process,
and they have faith in the shrine," said Humayun Zahir, a doctor
and the director of Nangahar Hospital, which is funded by the
European Commission.
In
his office 10 miles from the shrine, Zahir, too, has treated soldiers
and civilians affected by the shock of war. Some came to the hospital
after 40 long days shackled to Mia Shafiq's wall. Often, Zahir said,
the shrine did more damage than good.
"They
need medical treatment," he said. "A prophet cannot heal
their disease."
In
recent years, two of the shrine's patients have died — both from
causes unrelated to the asceticism of life here, Shafiq said.
The
deaths have prompted criticism, and so have the successes. Where
Shafiq sees a healed patient — a violent man turned calm, his anger
fading into passivity — his critics see quackery. The shrine's
patients are being weakened by a lack of food, they say, not
rehabilitated. Shafiq's ancestor was seen as a prophet and a healer
in the days before modern medicine came to Afghanistan. Shafiq is
seen by many as a crazy person.
To
this, Shafiq merely shrugs.
"There
are many who will never believe," he said.
The
man from Kandahar had "anxiety and depression" — the
product of an unknown trauma that had driven him to lose control,
according to Shafiq.
The
diagnosis is as unclear as the man's identity. He looks like a
teenager, but clumps of his hair are missing. He spends his days
singing and groaning and sleeping. When visitors with cameras come,
the man often turns his back or throws a sheet over his head.
In
the cell to his right is a man who says he was driven into depression
by his brother-in-law's death in a U.S. night raid. To his left is a
recovering drug addict with a wispy white beard who claims to be 20
years old.
Shafiq
has deep-set gray eyes and a thick black beard. He walks slowly
around the shrine, peering into the cells, checking on his patients.
He carries a thick chain around his neck "in case any of them
get out of control."
His
enterprise could be written off as ridiculous or inhumane — it has
been labeled both — but even mental health professionals have been
forced to acknowledge its attraction in some of Afghanistan's most
traditional communities.
"These
shrines have been around for four centuries," said Ahmed Zahir,
the head of the mental health department at Nangahar Hospital. "Many
are totally inhuman, without even proper sanitation. . . . But there
is certainly a strong belief in them among the people."
Several
years ago, doctors from the hospital visited patients at the shrine,
offering drugs to those willing to receive diagnoses. But that
relationship faded quickly. The shrine and the hospital once again
feel as if they belong to different centuries.
"The
doctors cannot help us," Shafiq said.
Not
all of the men and women shackled to the shrine's wall are forgotten
like the man from Kandahar. In the corner cell, 27-year-old Mohammed
Sadiq sleeps while his brother stands outside. He's there to keep
away bothersome visitors and ensure that the recovery process goes as
planned.
Sadiq
went into a spiral of depression after his brother-in-law was killed
in a U.S. airstrike three years ago, he said. He tried to deal with
it himself but continued to unravel. He traveled to Saudi Arabia to
work in construction, but the condition worsened, and he was forced
to return to eastern Afghanistan.
Two
weeks ago, his brother, Ahmed, decided it was time to intervene. He
drove Mohammed 100 miles to the shrine and handed him over to its
three employees.
When
Mohammed Sadiq stirred from a deep sleep this week, he smiled wide
and stretched his arms.
"I'm
feeling much better," he said. "I am healing."
Shafiq
looked on proudly. Another of his patients had acknowledged what so
many doctors had denied: Shafiq's treatment worked. The miracle of
the shrine was timeless.
The
man from Kandahar still can't, or won't, articulate his progress or
distress. When he awakes, his eyes are wide and empty. Flies are
always buzzing around him.
He
has about three weeks of treatment left.
"My
Kandahari boy!" Shafiq exclaims when he gets close to the cell.
"You're
feeling much better, aren't you?"
Comment
Comment
This news was posted on
October 24, 2012 in the British newspaper The Independent, and was
written by Kevin Sieff.
This article talks about
a real problem that occurs in all areas of medicine not only with
mental illness, and it is that patients, or their relatives, reject
drugs and hospitals because they prefer to be treated by healers or
wizards who claims that they can solve their ailments. This type of
practice is not as homeopathy or other alternative medicine, it can
not even be considered medicine, since it is based on faith.
Homeopathic medicines have, as far as it goes, a scientific basis,
however, these treatments are only placebos. The bad thing is not
that patients are not cured, which is bad, the real problem is that
patients refuse medical consultation and treatment and their illnes
get worse.
This happens not only in
countries like Afghanistan which we consider "third world",
in Spain there are still healers where, especially older people and
people from villages, go to instead of going to the doctor. Healers
do not provide a true cure for the disease but the people who go to
them do it to continue a tradition that their parents instilled in
them.
I thought this story was
interesting because it reflects that not everyone has gotten used to
the doctors yet and therefore they prefer treatments that have
existed always, they do not want any change.
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