To Dine or Not to Dine..?
The other day I was invited to a dinner at my housemate’s classmate’s house. I was enticed by the obvious fact that it would be very traditional. Just an intimate setting in the house of a Libyan and his wife and little baby. I must say, perched upon my little pillow on a sheet that had been laid out on the carpet in the living room, being served a cornucopia of exquisite dishes: lamb, chicken, kus kus, some little dumplings and salad I felt like a queen. The only problem was the woman whose house I was a guest in was the servant. And not by choice.
I could not believe that the woman who had prepared all of this for everyone was forced to sit alone in the kitchen watching TV hidden behind a black shawl while the men and I had a lavish conversation and dinner. I don’t want to judge this, but I was so surprised and disturbed by this facet of arabic culture.
After dinner, where I admit I was scrutinized and instructed in the correct order and manner to eat each dish (hey, I lived in Spain so this is nothing new) and my hands were washed before and after for me, which I had never experienced, we then had some tea poured in the same style as one of my favourites, mint tea, a strangely black tea with that familiar overwhelming sting of sugar, which when met my mouth I was happy again.
We had successive cups of tea in tiny glass cups and a flavourful conversation about religion, our host taking the side of an open-minded moderate. But, your wife is locked up…We were not allowed to leave until nearly midnight with bursting tummies, and I bid farewell to the little 8 month-old daughter I already loved and I alone said goodbye to the wife as my housemate, was not allowed to even lay his eyes on her. Is this a form of flattery…Well, my mind was confused about these customs, but I suppose it’s not for my mind to grasp since there is nothing I can do to change things, or is there? I was grateful for this experience and for all of their hospitality, but left with a bittersweet taste I still can’t quite wash off.







la combinaison de mots clé (la femme, le thé et le dîner), semble très intérissante, par contre ici l’intru (dans la photo) est l’homme, mais que symbolise-t-il donc? je le trouve bien dans un profond conflet entre le modernisme induits par un choc civilisationnel et une rendance plus tôt conservatrice d’un point de vu mystérieusement mysthique quand le modernisme le contourne, entre tout ça je choisi le thé après avoir fini de prendre le dîner que je prépare avec une femme, je suis toujours l’intrue…. il faut ajouter l’homme en haut
April 22, 2010 at 11:48 am
Wow wow. That is disturbing. WTF. It actually makes me really angry! THat is so messed up. I try to be open minded to other cultures. BUt some things I just DON’T want to be open minded about. F that!
June 4, 2010 at 7:49 pm