Religion and Power in Morocco – a Review

Going into Morocco, I had heard and briefly studied the term political Islam from Dukes Asian and Middle Eastern Studies Department. I understood the basic aspects – mainly in the academic realm, however. I understood that, especially when compared to the United States, countries who practice political Islam, that adopting and applying Islamic principles into what is generally considered the secular sphere of politics, differ greatly in theory and practice compared to other nations. As an American, born and raised in a nation where separation of church and state is considered a fundamental tenet of government, political Islam seemed foreign.

When Religion and Power in Morocco, a book written by Henry Munson was assigned and read, political Islam, especially in the context of Morocco, began to make sense. It very well should have – Munson, who holds a doctorate in cultural and social anthropology from the University of Chicago, focuses his academic ventures on the Middle East and Morocco specifically.

Religion and Power begins with as an extension, evaluation, and criticism on the work of Clifford Geertz’s text Islam Observed: Religious Development in Morocco and Indonesia. Geertz states in his preface that the goal of his text is “both to lay out a general framework for the comparative analysis of religion and to apply it to a study of the development of a supposedly single creed, Islam, in two quite contrasting civilizations, the Indonesian and the Moroccan.” Though the text is well regarded, Munson begins to pick it apart, providing his own, more thorough analysis. He uses the story of Al Yusi, the Moroccan Sufi scholar of the 1600, to set the framework for political Islam in Morocco. Though Munson does provide context, he explains the scholar’s story through criticism and analysis of Geertz’s telling’s of the same man. Munson argues that Geertz “tells us nothing about…social and educational background[s]” surrounding the stories he uses (4). Munson begins at this point to discuss different, specific elements of political Islam that continue to appear throughout the book. This type of analysis puts central ideas and theories of political Islam in a context, which allows the reader to see what relationship of religion and power actually was understood as.

Fast forward to Chapter Five of Munson’s writing. He continues to citizen and elaborate Geertz’s points, though this time in the context of the kings of Morocco. At this point, the argument becomes much more directly to current Moroccan political Islam and problems associated with it. He writes on page 115, that “Geertz argue that the Moroccan monarchy is not just the pivotal institution in the Moroccan political system, it is also “the key institution in the Moroccan religious system.” Munson goes on to argue that “the monarchy is at best a tangential aspect” of Islam in Morocco on page 116. He goes on to support his claim using different aspects of prayer, argument, and theory common in and applicable to Morocco.

This is one of the most applicable and interesting aspects of Munson’s book, the discussion of the place and legitimacy of the King. It provides the reader with a great way to understand political Islam through a modern example. The King in Morocco is the commander of the faithful – this legitimacy allows him automatic accreditation with many Muslims. Though he is the so called political and religious ruler of the country, his practices do not reflect that of the all powerful leader that Geertz describes. He describes how religious aspects are often confused with cultural ones, and that many people base decisions on the later, rather than the former. It is in this relationship between Islam and secularism that connects to power.


 

Much Loved, the highly controversial Moroccan movie depicting prostitution in the country, can act as an appropriate case study of the relationship of religion in power in Morocco. When the topic was discussed at a conference we attended in Marrakech, many university students were against the movie. The main argument was that the movie was against Moroccan values of modesty and against Moroccan women, for its portrayal of them. Very seldom was religion itself mentioned – rather, it was culture that was. When examining the greater situation and what the King Mohammad VI did, Munson’s point and argument about the relationship between religion and power can be seen. It is the politicians, not the King, discussing the movie. King Mohammad VI could very well come out and ban the movie, yet he chooses not to wield authority in this way. While the debate was going on, the King was visiting Senegal and acting in his religious and political capacity in order to build bridges between the two nations. Munson argues that it is in this capacity, as a religious figure interacting as a commander of the faithful, that Moroccan monarchs act in, not one of a meddler in the everyday lives of the people. Once this argument is understood, one can look into the role of political Islam in Morocco. With this newly acquired lens, it is possible to examine the relationship between religion and power, religion and secularism, and other comparable aspects in Morocco.

 

 

Ramadan: A Time of Reflection – Goals for Improvement Expressed by Moroccans

 

It was truly fascinating spending Ramadan in Morocco. Our few days of Ramadan were spent in Rabat with our host families. Seeing host families, friends, locals, and Rabat as a whole change added significantly to the cultural gain from our trip. Certain images and scenes will stay with me: seeing an entire section of Mohammad V Avenue blocked off by men praying midday, streets entirely absent of people before sunset, sitting around my host family’s dinner table, staring at food on the first day of Ramadan waiting for the call to prayer that would allow us all to eat, and cafes filled with individuals receiving free food for the breakfast. Ramadan, as a whole, was an overwhelmingly positive experience.

Ramadan, like everything else, is not perfect. Many individuals interviewed about Ramadan for a paper written by Aamir and I expressed some negative thoughts about Ramadan. Yet it is important to note that these negative aspects aren’t representative of the overwhelming benefits of Ramadan as a whole. Rather, they are expressions of frustration that Ramadan has some flaws. Some were related to more personal aspects of Ramadan, while others were about Ramadan as a religious experience. It is important to note that all of these expressions are made in efforts to make Ramadan a better, purer, and more pious experience.

Assia, a master’s student at Sidi Mohammad Ben Abdullah University expressed frustration with the heat and her lack of ability to exercise as a result. She also expressed how Ramadan is more difficult for her emotionally since her mother’s passing. Though that later aspect is one that cannot be solved, we did see and learn about individuals exercising the former. Students from the CCCL reported that the gyms were as active as ever – additionally, many could be seen playing soccer on the beach.

Yet other frustrations with Ramadan were much harder to address. Chaime, a university student from Fez, addressed the divide that exists in Ramadan between the rich and poor, even considering zakat that is given, the increase in charity, and many mosques and restaurants providing free food for those in need. Chaime said that she hates “the amount of food people waste.” Referring to the breaking of the fast, she writes “over nine dishes for a meal is not okay.” Amine, another university student from Fez, said “the aim from Ramadan is to be patient and to feel how poor people feel when they don’t find what to eat.”

Another common thread of frustration that we encountered was regarding habits. Amine commented on this, saying that “once Ramadan finishes people get back to their bad habits.” This was something we noticed even in the brief few days we spent during Ramadan. For example, while we sat around a café table with our professor, many individuals indulged their addictions – coffee was continuously flowing, and individuals sitting next to a group of DIAW students and our professor chain smoked cigarettes and hashish. Jihane, a Duke student from Morocco, addressed this too, stating that she tends “to eat a lot and unhealthily after Maghreb, and [tends] to sleep in and take a lot of naps during the day which is not ideal.” She, like others, expressed a desire to improve upon this, stating that it is not the fault of Ramadan, rather a realization that Ramadan led her to develop: “it’s about me not developing a good system and habits for Ramadan.”

The last common frustration, one we witnessed many a time, was that of the fighting that occurs during Ramadan. Those abstaining from eating, drinking, or smoking, naturally became more irritable – I can personally attest to this. Amine expressed this frustration, stating that he doesn’t like it “when some people get angry easily or fight just because he or she is fasting or they can’t smoke.” Jihane went slightly more in depth: many “can get angry for very little things and get into bad unnecessary arguments.  If you have been around in Morocco during the day, you might have noticed some people arguing or fighting in the streets… this is ironic because it’s supposed to be the opposite; during Ramadan, we are supposed to have more self-regulation and control over our anger.”

This post and the frustrations used as evidence in it are in no way a condemnation of Ramadan. Rather, they are a praise of it. They reflect spirit of awareness and improvement – this demonstrates that Ramadan is in fact accomplishing one of its purposes: spiritual improvement and purification. It was a pleasure spending some of Ramadan in Morocco and even more of a pleasure discussing it and hearing about it from locals. 

Back to America

I finally got back last night from a fairly exhausting return trip. To keep the story short, let’s just say that the fact that I even had a plane was a miracle in and of itself. Two days before I had a mini heart attack because the travel agency I booked my ticket through had canceled my ticket due to an unexpected schedule change for one of my flights. This wouldn’t have been so bad except that the cost of a one-way ticket at such late notice would have been over $1k. Somehow, even though the cancellation went through on the agency’s side, it never processed with the airline, so I was able to call Iberia and get them to rebook me for a different flight. So, the fact that I was incredibly thankful to not have to pay another grand for my return trip made me incredibly thankful during the flight home and outweighed the fact that I was interrogated at immigrations in Chicago and the flight that I missed because I was detained.

So, here I am at home, trying to process the adventure that was Morocco and recover from the vast range of emotions I experienced the last two months: excitement, adventure, fear, frustration, and everything in between.

Needless to say, time in Morocco makes one appreciate the amenities we have in the United States such as air conditioning, the ability to travel long distances at my leisure (i.e., my own car), and the fact that I can eat what I want whenever I want. My mother and I went shopping today to spend some time together when I suddenly was aware of the fact that people at the mall weren’t staring at me – I had gotten so used to being stared at in Morocco that I almost found it shocking to be unnoticed!

Besides these tangible differences in the environment around me, I’ve also noticed some internal changes as I’ve transitioned back to America. One of the most striking is my increased awareness of Muslims around me. The first time I noticed this was as I was waiting to be interviewed at the Chicago airport. Sitting next to me was a Muslim woman. I had the strong urge to greet her in Arabic, but before I could, she was called up to be interviewed.

After talking with some other people who were also in the waiting room, I realized that everyone there had in common the fact that we had spent extended time in the Arab world. After a relatively long wait, I was finally called up to be interviewed. The lady who questioned me was really pleasant. I on the other hand was somewhat edgy because I had a flight to catch. She asked me the expected questions: what I was doing in Morocco, why I chose to study Arabic, what I intended to do with Arabic in the future. Don’t get me wrong, I really do appreciate the steps our government takes to protect our country. It was just frustrating that I was getting questioned simply because I chose Arabic as my foreign language.

This made me empathize for the Muslim lady I had seen in the waiting room. While I was being detained because of my choice to study Arabic, she was being interviewed because of her identity. I only get questioned after my travels to an Arab country, but this lady will likely be interviewed every time she enters the United States.

I’ve already mentioned this several posts ago, but during my first week in Morocco, a number of Moroccans I spoke felt the need to clarify that not all Arabs are terrorists. I know. We know, I thought. However, in retrospect I’m not sure that as a population we fully grasp this. I was detained and interviewed because I was in Morocco for six weeks. Morocco, of all places, literally the safest country in the Arab world.

I have no problem with immigrations interviewing people for the sake of the country’s security. However, I do believe that we need to be careful because if we’re simply interviewing people because they’re Arab or obviously Muslim, we are in danger of perpetuating the image of the “Arab/Muslim terrorist.” Hollywood does a good enough job of this already, let’s not help them in stigmatizing this subpopulation.

Bye Rabat, إن شاء الله, see you again soon

On Citizenship and Religion, A Book Review and Discussion of “Life of the Prophet”

 

 

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While at the Center for Cross Cultural Learning in Rabat, we were fortunate enough to have Leila Abuzeid speak to us about herself, her novels, and about Morocco as a whole.

Abuzeid’s resume is extremely impressive – she is a literary pioneer of Morocco, having been the first woman in the country to publish literature translated in English. Additionally, she was a fellow at the World Press Institute, and has been ranked by arabianbusiness.com as the 43rd most powerful Arab Woman in the world.

In our meeting, Abuzeid began through reading the prologue of her newest book, “The Life of the Prophet,” a biography of Mohammad. In her presentation, she described presenting the idea of her book at a conference; she was met with both criticism and praise. The former came from two Moroccan men who were upset and even frightened by the notion of a female writing about the Prophet. Abuzeid acknowledged this, stating that she was indeed “intruding on a historically male private club.” The later came from young Dutch-Arab, though assimilated (Abuzeid cites how they did not speak Arabic, for example), women attending the conference. For them, Abuzeid was a pioneer – some said how Abuzeid was “very courageous.” Many of these young women viewed Mohammad as a role model. Abuzeid speaks of how Mohammad can be a role model for women, despite common narratives, western or internal (within the Islamic community), that Islam oppresses women. She stated that one of the goals of her novel was to help individuals understand why many Islamic women choose Mohammad as a role model.

Abuzeid goes about this in two main ways. The first, she acknowledged in her discussion, stating that she refuses to draw too many conclusions in her novel and allows the reader to interpret different events of the Prophet’s life (including those heavily involving women) in their own way. Ideally, this would make the novel more interesting for readers. In practice, it makes large sections of the novel read like a glorified Wikipedia entry, however. The second can be discovered by reading Abuzeid’s novel. In her recounting of the Prophet’s life, Abuzeid tactfully though effectively demonstrated the importance of women in the Prophet’s life, such as Khadija, the Prophet’s first wife. Though no biography of the prophet would be complete without Mohammad’s interactions with women, Abuzeid’s makes a concerted effort to highlight and stress how important women were and their active role in supporting and guiding the prophet. Rather than include women in the background, she incorporates them heavily, to the point that the are on an equal playing field with the men in the Prophet’s life in guiding and supporting him. Because of this style of narrative, the novel is worth reading, despite its relatively drab prose.

It is worth noting that the novel is published in English. Other works of hers have been published in English and or in Arabic. Yet none have been published in French, which is atypical when compared to the novels of many Moroccan writers. Abuzeid’s choice to refrain publishing in French is a highly political one, resulting mainly from frustration with the French and their history of oppression in Morocco. When asked directly, Abuzeid replied, “I am aware of the reason why I am writing in Arabic rather than in French… Because I happened to be born in the crucial period between the pre and post colonial period… I was six.” She went on to describe the role her father played in both her life and the fight and struggle for Moroccan independence: “My father was a member of the nationalist movement, against the French Colonial Power in Morocco…he was active against it, and was arrested twice by the French, and was tortured by the French because he wanted freedom for his country… We saw how the French police and army treated the Moroccans [and her father]. They treated them like dirt, like nothing.” Citing her acclaimed memoir of her own childhood, Abuzeid writes that she “used to see how the treated and beat my father. I could see it in his face… I wondered how this could happen. I hated the French flag and the French military hat and the French Language because it was imposed on us.”

When considering her own history and motives, her novel becomes even more interesting. This extra layer of depth adds to her prose. It allows the novel to appeal to more than just women or english readers. One can forgive its more boring sections because of this.

 

 

Wrapping Up Our Trip in Morocco

As I sit in this airport, waiting for my flight to start boarding, I reflect on my experience here in Morocco. I remember the parts I thoroughly enjoyed, the parts I learned so much from, and the parts I had to endure to keep the trip together. Overall, the trip was an incredible experience, and one that helped me develop in so many different ways. Morocco rose above my expectations and it was a very timely trip as well. The things I value most about this trip are the friendships I made, the ideas and rhetoric I developed, and the exploration I was able to experience.

 

Arguably, the most valuable thing I got from this trip were friendships with locals living here in Morocco. Whether it was my host family, Moroccan university students, or even my teachers, I was able to really connect with people here and understand the Moroccan culture through that, and I think when travelling the best thing one can do is simply make friends with the locals. We don’t understand a culture through just its history, or its language, but through its people too. And we musn’t forget that.

See, talking to my host family made me realize a lot of things about the culture here. How people spend their time, the way they approach their lives, and the things they believe in. Just talking to my host moms sparked such a deep respect in me for what they do. They were incredibly nice, but still very hard working and caring to their family. They stopped at nothing to provide for me and accommodate me in any way, shape or form. I truly appreciated that.

Then, there were the university students. Many of them much smarter than me, they impressed me with their determination and intellectualism both in the classroom and out. But, when talking to them, they remained humble and expressed a lot of interest in getting to know us. The main groups I was able to get to know were the Fes university students connected to the ALIF center, the University of Sidi Mohammed students in Fes, and the university students in Marrakesh. Though they were each different in their own way, they also combined to form a theme for me — that the youth here really aren’t that different than me, or my friends. We are all on the same side, and we are all working together to fix the problems in our respective communities. In fact, the students we met tended to be more involved in their communities than we were. They’d volunteer at schools, provide services to NGOs, and help wherever they could. How could one dare to criticize a country like Morocco for being “backwards” when they’re more active than we are?

And of course, the same goes for my teachers. They were great, and taught me a lot, but they also were human beings and I was able to connect with them as people also. I learnt a lot through the language, but also through the teachers themselves. Overall, no matter who I met, whether it was a Masters student, or a merchant on the street, I learnt so much from the friendships I made and I am incredibly happy that I had the privilege of having this opportunity.

We participated in a conference with university students from Marrakech. I think this group was the most inspiring in terms of the things they did for their communities.
Picture from a conference we attended and presented at in Marrakesh

 

Besides, the friendships, one thing I did rigorously here was develop my ideas about the world. I had more time to read, and read I did. On top of that, I talked about ideas in our culture class, Religious (and Global) Citizenship. I wrote about the ideas I was covering, and toyed with them a little. This couldn’t have come at a better time, because for the past few months I have been really examining religion, its legitimacy, and its role in the world. Before coming to Morocco, I achieved a little more closure on religion as an idea and moved on to the more practical concepts at hand. Come Morocco time, I started to examine Islam’s relation to the West, both in terms of the Islamic World vs the Western World and Islam vs Western Ideals.

I think Morocco was one of the best places I could do this, because it combines Western secularist ideals with Islam so well. It keeps Islam in the public domain but still maintains a Western kind of government. I found this intriguing, and I learnt many things about the government of Morocco, and how people reconcile the differences between the West and Islam. Here’s a hint though: They aren’t as conflicting as you would have thought.

Either way, I spent a lot of my time in Morocco reading, analyzing, and writing about Western and Islamic ideals, from secularism to the Islamic state. I not only learnt a lot and solidified my opinions on the future, but I also found more strength in my own faith as a Muslim. Now, more than ever, I feel passionate to take action and form the future I believe is right, and one that I believe is possible, where the world completely accommodates religion but still reconciles it with Western ideals and some secularism. Of course, there is a happy medium I don’t completely understand, and I’ve only been going through theory (and not the details), but I’ve been able to iron out principles of mine that I feel fit me perfectly. Now, I have developed a world view I believe is solid and appropriate for my life. Without going in depth about it (I plan on writing my thoughts about it more explicitly in some other blog posts), I learned a lot, so much so that I feel at least 2x more comfortable talking about these problems than I did before the trip. I am finally beginning to feel like I understand the world!

Sufi concert in the Old City of Fes
A late night Sufi concert in the Old City of Fes

 

Lastly, I was able to explore in Morocco. Quite simply, since we stayed for long enough, I got the opportunity to really just walk around in the city and get a real feel for it. No tours, no guidance, just walking around, shopping, and sightseeing. It was quite an amazing experience for me, because normally when I travel it’s very touristy. We would get a tour, walk around a little, then retreat to our hotels after we were done. In Morocco, I was able to hang out during afternoons, go out at nights, and explore the Old Medinas as well as the buildings and restaurants in the New Medinas.

Wandering was a theme of this trip, and next time I travel I will prioritize wandering around a country, and not necessarily being guided everywhere. It helps me get used to the country and I know during my time in Morocco, I got very comfortable with shopping and walking around in the city.

 

All in all, this Morocco trip has been amazing. I came here expecting to just practice my language and study a little, but it ended up being so much more. I made friendships I know will last for a very long time, ones that open my mind up and develop me as a person. I developed ideas I had been playing with more rigorously this trip, arriving at some conclusions I am incredibly proud of, and building a world view that I truly believe in. And lastly, I really just got to appreciate and experience the culture, even if it’s only with a surface-level understanding of it. 6 weeks in Morocco was a length that was both just right, but not long enough. I am very ready to see my family but I will never forget the things I learned, the people I got to know, and the person I have developed into as a result of this trip.

Pictures and Memoirs from Morocco [Pictures with Captions]

Bald Eagles, Palestinian Flags, Jalabas, and Franklin and Marshall College : Common Threads found in Moroccan Clothing

Upon our arrival in Morocco, many of us had preconceived notions about what Morocco its people would be like. A common false expectation was that Moroccans would be dressed in more traditional clothing. Many of us expected this to apply to women more so than men, to include wearing of the Hijab. When discussing our own dress in Morocco in Global Education meetings or amongst ourselves, we wondered if we would fit in with our more western style of dress.

In our near six weeks in Morocco, we have encountered many individuals, men and women, dressed in traditional Moroccan garb. Both sexes wear different styles of the jalaba, a long, loose fitting robe that varies in length, material, color, and level of formality. Many women choose to wear hijabs. Many men also wear balghas, traditional leather slippers. Yet, walking through the streets, it was not the robes, headscarves, or traditional footwear that intrigued us. Rather, the prominence and variety of Western clothing did. Many men, women, and children walked the streets of both the Medina and la Ville Nouvelle clad in jeans, khakis, slacks, or shorts and short-sleeved t-shirts, button downs, or polos. Shops in both sectors could be found vending either variety of clothes, as well as accessories, to include knock off Ray Ban glasses and a variety of hats.

Even more interesting were the interesting were the brands that were featured – Franklin and Marshall College, Hard Rock Café, and Abercrombie and Fitch shirts as well as Monster Energy Drink and Nascar Hats could be found being sold and worn across Morocco, despite the face that there are none of any of these in the country. Also being sold were different souvenir hats, though very few of them bore anything remotely Moroccan. One could find New York City, SWAT, Paris, and other variety of hats. The spreads of the vendors resembled those of the street vendors found in many US cities. It seemed that locals could not get enough of American style apparel.

The apparent fascination and desire for American products extended past American companies, brands, and institutions. Almost every day, in every city we visited, individuals could be found donning apparel with images of Americana. Very popular were shirts bearing the American flag, and a type of blue sweatpants with a front pocket with the stars and stripes. Others were more elaborate, featuring patriotic phrases, as well as images including the Statue of Liberty, bald eagles, and American cityscapes. Multiple times on the trip, I even saw command ball caps of the vessels of the United States Navy. Needless to say, I felt at home.

The presence of American images presented a fascinating situation one day while at ALIF. As I was sitting outside for one of my breaks, two students from Fez, both around ten years old, were playing and talking after a break from their class. One of the boys was wearing a colorful and elaborately designed short sleeved t-shirt with an American flag background that acted as a backdrop for a beach and the phrase “Miami Life” in bold. His friend was wearing a more modest gray t- shirt in the style of a brand shirt. Rather than featuring a brand as its centerpiece, it featured a Palestinian Flag and the words “Palestinian Original” encircling it. Though I do want to imply that all Americans favor Israel over Palestine, I still found this juxtaposition fascinating; it was one of many that would continue to surprise and interest me throughout the trip.

Fast forward to yesterday: I was taken back to a baseball game I attended as a child. Boubker, my host father, walked around in a Boston Red Sox shirt and hat – he joked around, saying the B was for Boubker. Later in the day, while walking back to our host family’s house, I did a double take at a teenage boy wearing a jacket of none other than my hometown team, the Baltimore Orioles. I could only laugh at this juxtaposition – in Morocco, over three thousand miles away from both Boston and Baltimore, a rivalry from my childhood was being played out.

These are only a few of the many different clothing related instances that interested me throughout the trip. Others, though somewhat mundane, that deserve mentioning are seeing military officers dressed in service khakis shop among civilians dressed in western and traditional clothing on Mohammad V Avanue, and men and women wearing odd combinations of traditional and modern dress.


 

Looking back on both my own preconceived notions of dress in an Islamic country, those of the group, as well as those of many Americans that are expressed on the internet and TV, I realize that like many stereotypes and false expectations they were based, albeit not always very strongly, in some elements of truth. Yes, it was true that many individuals wore traditional clothes, just as it was sometimes true for females that, if they were not dressed in what some males viewed as modest clothing, they could be harassed. The potpourri of apparel and dress can serve as a means to recognize that many notions Americans have on the Middle East, while based in reality, are often overblown.

A Story of Ramadan: Experiencing the Holy Month In Morocco, as an American Muslim

Spending a week of Ramadan in Morocco has been an amazing experience. Through it, I’ve been able to learn about Moroccan customs in Ramadan, understand how they perceive it, and see what exactly this holy month means to them. Since I am Muslim and observe Ramadan in the States, I have noticed a few parallels between Ramadan here and Ramadan there. And though there are a lot of similarities I can draw, there are also some minute differences I have noticed. These differences manifest them in the Ramadan practices and routine, the meaning of Ramadan religiously for people, and the environment of Ramadan in the respective communities.

Practices

To start off, the Ramadan practices themselves are slightly different than that which I’m used to, from what I’ve noticed. The main difference is that Moroccans tend to eat Suhoor, which is the meal before starting the fast, at around 1:30am (which is around 2.5 hours before the fast officially begins). We would stay up until the time to eat, then eat, and go to sleep. Though we start our fast a little early since our pre-fast meal is early, the time works for families as everyone stays up until that time and then the family can eat together without worrying about waking up again. Also, it saves the mother (or whoever’s cooking) sleep as she doesn’t have to wake up and cook food early, she can just do it at around midnight when she’s up and serve while everyone else is up as well.

In America, what I’m used to is waking up 30 minutes before the fast officially starts, eating, then going back to sleep. It’s less of a feast for me in America and the point is more to fill our stomachs very quickly with food and water the latest we can, to make our fast as short as possible.

Speaking of food and water, Moroccans also tend not to worry about water as much. At least with my family in America, it was also a priority after eating to fill yourself up with as much water as possible. This is of less concern for Moroccans, who don’t consciously try to fill themselves up with pure water as much. Additionally, Moroccans tend to eat more sweets at the Iftar (breaking fast) and Suhoor (starting fast) times. This is a bit unhealthy for my American stomach, and it prompts crashes for me. It still stands, though, that breaking the fast is followed by a grand feast in both countries, and surprisingly the food otherwise is pretty similar across these countries.

Muslims breaking their fast around the world

Either way, despite the differences in eating habits, it hasn’t been too hard to overcome. The main differences I’ve seen are in what Ramadan means to Moroccans religiously and how the environment feels.

Religiosity

One of the most notable parts of Ramadan is Morocco is the giving up of alcohol and cigarettes. See, outside of Ramadan, many Moroccans smoke, and some drink. However, for Ramadan, people go cold Turkey, abandoning alcohol for the whole month and avoiding the cigarette at least until night time. I remember my host brother telling me about his drinking habits. Though he is a self-proclaimed “bad Muslim” who drinks, smokes, and has regular sex, he told me he views Ramadan as a time to return to his religion. He stops the practices he did outside of Ramadan and almost starts anew.

Ramadan is like that here. Ramadan is part of the Moroccan culture, so everyone is expected to partake in it. Since literally everyone is fasting and observing Ramadan, it’s an opportunity for all people to take a step back for a month and reflect. Since bars close and smoking during the day is frowned upon (since you should be fasting), people who normally do things like that have to abstain from it for a month, This helps even for people who aren’t as religious, since it is part of their culture to fast, they still reap the benefits of fasting and reflection.

On the other hand, in America, I noticed that drinking, partying, etc is still readily available for anyone, since Ramadan isn’t the norm in America as it is in Morocco. Since these things aren’t banned during Ramadan as they are here, going cold-turkey on drinking, partying, or anything becomes more of a personal struggle rather than something you have to do.

In addition to that, worship in Morocco is very centered around the Mosque. Though many people would play Quran loudly in the background of their work or house during the day, active prayer and other methods of worship are not as common in these spaces as you think. Instead, people tend to flock to the Mosque if they want to worship. In my host family, the father is very religious, so every night he’d go to the Mosque to pray. However, otherwise, at home, he’s relatively lax, and you’re less likely to see him read a Quran by himself. In general, my family doesn’t see the home as a place for worship. In America, though, there’s more focus on the house; people would read Quran at night in the house, they would pray together as a family, and so on. The Mosque is more of a formality for the Ramadan prayer (Tarawih), but a lot of worship ends up being at home.

Muslims praying the night prayer in Ramadan, or Taraweeh.

So, on the religious spectrum,, Ramadan for Moroccans means cold-turkey on all forbidden practices, and they don’t even have a choice. Everyone is expected to observe Ramadan, so even for the less religious, since Ramadan is a part of the culture, they can take a step back and contemplate, maybe focus on their religion more. In America, fasting is more individualized, so all decisions must be done on the own’s accord. Likewise, there is much more focus on the private sphere in America, as a lot of worship is done in the house. In Morocco, there is more focus on the Masjid as a place for worship. The Masjid for me in America was more of a place to go for prayers.

Fasting and Atmosphere

I think one of the main differences between fasting in Morocco vs fasting in America is the atmosphere one is exposed to. In Morocco, literally everyone is fasting, and so you’re generally expected to fast as well. Just a few days ago, I was telling one of the locals I talk to here that I was tired because of fasting, and he simply exclaimed, “We are all fasting!”, implying everyone feels that way. His point was that everyone is fasting so it’s just a normal thing and it’s not worth complaining about. Just like with alcohol and such, it’s hard to break your fast since many restaurants are closed during the day, and eating in public is taboo. It helps a lot, too, as when you’re out and about you know everyone else isn’t eating either so you don’t feel as pressured or overwhelmed by it.

This atmosphere is very important because, to me, it signifies a whole different “kind” of Ramadan. Just like my teacher explaining that Ramadan is a “feeling”, that feeling is much more prevalent in Morocco. It’s hard to explain, but in Ramadan, though people go on with their regular lives, the fast and God is on their mind more. Everyone is fasting and you can feel a consensual environment, a sort of feeling that brings people together under the context of the Ramadan struggle. Fasting and Ramadan becomes a public thing for all to share, a routine we all abide by as a community.

Eating in public in many countries is taboo and the struggle of fasting is made a public thing.

The Moroccan Ramadan environment, while there in other Muslim countries, is not there for America. Life in the public sphere stays normal, and no one changes their behavior because you’re fasting. You aren’t given any time off work, you are expected to act the same as you always have, and most people don’t even know you’re fasting. However, because you aren’t given any leeway in everyday life, your hunger and fatigue become more noticeable. You have to keep it inside, and so it’s always on your mind. Though this certainly makes fasting harder, it also makes it that much more meaningful to you. Many find themselves alone while fasting, at work, at school, or doing errands, but this internal struggle causes them to be more steadfast, in their fast. It’s interesting, because you no longer have that communal atmosphere but you end up achieving your own “Ramadan feel”, just mostly one that exists in your own self.

This is not to discount the feeling of being at your local Mosque. After Iftar (breaking fast), at night, many people congregate in local Mosques and enjoy a society of Muslims, where everyone is experiencing Ramadan with you. It’s almost like being in a Muslim country, except much smaller and only within the boundaries of the Mosque. Though Ramadan sparks a lot of community in these places, and there is a very good vibe in Mosques during this time, it doesn’t really compare to the atmosphere of a Muslim country in Ramadan.

 

Now, the atmospheres in these countries are different, but I believe that Ramadan goes past that. It goes past that to provide for you feeling on a global level. It’s interesting realizing that when you start your fast, there are some people in the world who have just finished it. When you read your Quran, many other people around the world are reading it with you. Though the environments in non-Muslim countries like America may be different than that of Muslim countries like Morocco, we are all connected through each other as Muslims, as brothers and sisters.

Building on this, though it seems like there are a lot of differences between these two societies in Ramadan, I’d like to reiterate that these differences are very small. So many things have I noticed and partook in here in Morocco that I was used to from fasting in America. Practices are generally the same and it serves to all of us a month where we can fast, remember God, and focus on reflection. This is the essence of Ramadan that brings us all together. And so, regardless of the little, minute differences, Ramadan for me, after experiencing it in Pakistan, Malaysia, Morocco, and America, is a holy month for all Muslims, one that brings not just one’s family together but one that brings the whole world together. I love Ramadan, and I can say with utmost certainty that Moroccans adore Ramadan in the same way we do in America.

Closing Time: Packing Up My Djellaba

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Just forty-two days ago, I arrived at the Casablanca airport with wide eyes and an enthusiastic curiosity for the adventures that were to come in my next six weeks. Now, as my time left in Morocco dwindles down to a mere couple of days, I must admit that I could never have predicted this eclectic hodgepodge of experiences that now define my study abroad journey. I have met the most incredible people, trekked the Sahara via a camel caravan, fasted with my host family for Ramadan, and even stumbled upon the set of the upcoming James Bond film. As a part-time tourist and full-time global citizen, I feel obligated to reflect on my time here to dissect the intricacies of my Moroccan experiences. So brace yourselves, folks. It may get a bit sappy, but I do promise that some actual and hopefully profound substance will be woven into this post as well. Inshallah*.

Since the start of Ramadan last Thursday, I have attempted to fast alongside my host family and well, the rest of the Moroccan population. Ramadan is an interesting time of the year, especially in a heavily Islamic country. The entire schedule of the country flip-flops and the normally bustling streets filled with cafes, restaurants, and shops are left somewhat empty between sunrise and sunset. Yet, once the fast is broken, the streets liven up as usual and this vibrant nightlife lasts far past midnight. Though I am not Muslim, I thought participating in Ramadan for the remainder of my time here would be an interesting way to immerse myself in my surrounding environment. It has definitely been tough and though I have gotten used to the hunger, the thirst still proves to be a daily struggle, especially in the last few hours of the fast. Yet, participating in iftar, the breaking of the fast, with my Moroccan family has been an invaluable experience. As a guest in their home and a foreigner in the country, my adherence to Ramadan’s fast is my gesture of respect towards their cultural and religious space. Moreover, regardless of my love for tajine*, having my host mom cook and serve me lunch while she fasted would’ve been a tad bit cruel.

Besides the hunger and thirst from fasting, these past six weeks have honestly been riddled with plenty of other discomforts. From having to squat over strange, Turkish toilets to constantly being sweaty and sticky under the sweltering sun, I have realized just how much I take for granted back home. Yet, other than acquiring a new level of appreciation for toilet seats and hot showers, I have grown as both a student and, as my professor would say, a citizen of the world.

Traveling, especially to a country as foreign to me as Morocco, placed me in an unfamiliar environment. The language and cultural barriers rendered me helpless and consequently left me wanting to fit in, even just a little. Learning the language, living with a host family, and witnessing the day-to-day actions have been fascinating. Though I did take classes during my time here, I think that I learned the most outside of the classroom in my interactions with the locals. Their views on politics, religion, and society challenged my own and enlarged my scope of cultural awareness. Moreover, besides a month in Korea in the summer before my eighth grade, this was my first travel experience outside of the states. The vast cultural differences have reminded me how tremendously big the world is and that regardless of one’s formal education, there is so much to learn from just people in general.

As for the individuals I have met and befriended on this trip, you all have undoubtedly been my favorite part of these past six weeks. The ridiculously silly and lovable liberal from Connecticut, the gorgeous, Indonesian wedding model from the countryside of Vermont, the outstanding local who started her own educational program for the visually impaired, the incredibly talented guitarist who doesn’t even own his own guitar, the part-time baker from Boston who loves Spanish music and Tolkien quotes, and, who could forget, the inconceivably attractive student teacher at the American Language Center with whom I never got to talk. With my list of worthy adjectives nearing depletion, I would still like to thank the rest of you who have made my trip so amazing—you all know who you are. Thank you for inspiring, making me laugh, and for one select bunch, enduring with me the awfully sore camel ride to that Berber camp and back.

This past Monday, I found myself in a peculiar situation. It was around ten and Mohammed V Avenue, one of the main streets that courses through Rabat, was just beginning to come alive. I had just successfully bargained and purchased a djellaba* all in Arabic, and the shopkeeper had insisted I wear it out of his store. So there I was, wearing a traditional Moroccan djellaba with a bottle of Poms* in my hand, walking through Rabat’s hectic, medieval avenue. After two weeks in the city, many of the locals knew me. There was no heckling or harassment and people finally had stopped calling me Japan. I passed my go-to grocery store and a nearby hotel manager greeted me as he always does when I walk by. It was just a few weeks after my frightening adventure through Fes, but so much had changed. I wouldn’t dare to call myself a local by any means but finally, after six weeks, I had become slightly less of a tourist.

watching the sunrise in the Sahara

*Glossary:

Inshallah – if God wills it

Tajine – a popular, stew-like Moroccan dish made with assorted vegetables and meats

Djellaba – traditional Moroccan wear, see example here

Poms – an awesome apple-flavored soda that I hope to find in the US one day