Moroccan Musings
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Anne B. Barriault
Anne B. Barriault is a museum professional and independent writer, editor, and art historian. She lives in Richmond, Virginia, and travels whenever possible.
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Moroccan Musings - Anne B. Barriault
Copyright © 2013 by Anne B. Barriault.
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Rev. date: 03/16/2022
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For Wanda, Barry, and Greer
CONTENTS
Preface And Acknowledgments
Part 1 —Imperial Cities And Other Sights
Prologue
1. The Sirocco And The Mirage
2. Storks
3. Janie
4. Harem, Hajba, And Hanan
5. The Boys
6. The Girls
7. Artful Forms
8. The Kasbah
9. After A While
Epilogue
Part 2 —Fes
Prologue
1. The Car Park
2. The Souk
3. Sacred Music
4. Lunch
5. Cultural Ablutions
6. Cork Trees, Storks, And Truffles
7. Moroccan Magic
8. Eight Days In Fes
Epilogue
Part 3 —Moonlight In Marrakech
Prologue
1. Morocco Once More
2. Djemma El Fna
3. Souks Again
4. Berbers
5. Desert
6. Marrakech Meditations
7. Ayoub
8. Palaces And Paradoxes
Epilogue
Select Bibliography
Make baskets of your own,
he would say, make them all kinds of shapes and colors. But never forget that your baskets are made of something that is there for anyone to cut and use. And never imagine that you created the reeds yourself. You are only the person who shapes them into something that can be of use to others.
—Tahir Shah, In Arabian Nights: A Caravan of Moroccan Dreams
PREFACE AND
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
This little book was born of wanderlust, curiosity, ignorance, yearning, and desperation. What began as a quest for experience grew into remarkable relationships with others who are acknowledged in these pages. I have changed some of the names to protect the privacy of new friends who have enriched my life and inspired this book. My gratitude cannot possibly repay their kindness.
My interest in the Middle East gained urgency after the events of 9/11. One of the first things I said to a colleague after we watched the second tower fall was that we needed to better understand Islam and the multiverse that is the Muslim world. My own personal mission was to begin an education that might help to dispel the ignorance that existed within my own small universe.
Rereading these accounts, I am aware that my personal Moroccan discoveries started when I was struck by stars and consumed by desert fever. While this state has not exactly subsided, it has settled and, I hope, matured. The experiences that life presents lead to ever-evolving perspectives. But bear with me when I celebrate seemingly magical thinking in these pages. There is plenty of gritty despair on earth to temper these indulgences.
Poetic license aside, my Moroccan encounters have opened what I hope will be a continuing path of revelations. Just as the prose in these pages is often merely suggestive, so the art simply washes hints of the mysteries of people and places into view. Shawna Spangler’s perceptive sensibilities and artistic hand more than transformed photographic images into evocative and imaginative works of art. I was honored that she was willing to work with me on Parts 1 and 2. Endless thanks go to Jeryldene Wood for her drawings in Part 3.
For the making of this book, I thank Sandy, Abdel, Adil, Kay, Betsy, Salwa, Paul, Sally, Daphne, Ruth, Jeri, the Xlibris team and my friends, family, and teachers in this and other countries. There are many variations for classic and Moroccan Arabic transliterations. While those in this text are imperfect at best, we have tried to be consistent, often choosing second spellings with roots in Berber and Arabic, those common in British publications, and those modeled in the books included in the select bibliography.
Finally, heartfelt thanks go to Randall Henniker, my husband and partner, for his encouragement, for wrestling with text and images with me, and for understanding my djinns better than I do.
PART 1
Imperial Cities and Other Sights
Drawings by Shawna Spangler
Kan, ya ma kan, Once there was and there was not.
—Laila Lalami, Hope and Other Dangerous Pursuits
Prologue
1. The Sirocco And The Mirage
2. Storks
3. Janie
4. Harem, Hajba, And Hanan
5. The Boys
6. The Girls
7. Artful Forms
8. The Kasbah
9. After A While
Epilogue
1.jpgPROLOGUE
There had been no miracle . . . Still . . . She wondered if there was
some other miracle she’d missed because she wasn’t paying attention.
—Laila Lalami, Hope and Other Dangerous Pursuits
These Moroccan stories began in Sicily. My beloved villa group, who gather every other year in Italy, had reunited once again in May, this time in the northwestern part of an island that is a country unto itself and the crossroads of ancient Mediterranean peoples. The villa that we rented was located outside of Alcamo, home to Arab-Islamic cultures in the thirteenth and fourteenth centuries. The influence is still present in the city’s architecture. Occasional motifs—sensuous domes and pointed arches, stone chevron patterns, tile and filigree—speak of a mideastern and northern African heritage. Further south along the western Sicilian coast, town walls bear modern, quickly scrawled Arabic graffiti betraying vestiges of a lovely, ageless calligraphic alphabet. Medieval cathedral mosaics and reliefs tell the tales of the Norman conquest over Islamic inhabitants, but traces of that earlier civilization remain.
I found myself seeking Sicily’s Arab-African heritage, urged by Sicilian winds that grew into full-blown storms brought by the sirocco of the Sahara. I embraced each coastal village that offered promises of glimpsing Africa with binoculars on a clear day. I studied each Roman ruin with mosaic floors made of stone, imported as displays of wealth from the African continent across the sea. By the time we arrived in Mazara del Vallo, a town that has seen Phoenician and Greek colonization, followed by Carthaginian, Roman, and then Arab, my fate was sealed. Tunisian immigrants inhabit the Arab quarter there, where draped women stroll among shops labeled in Arabic script.
The town of Erice was next to captivate me. Built atop a mountain dominating the northwest coast of Sicily and dedicated to the ancient predecessor of the goddess Venus, Erice is a medieval complex of tiny pedestrian streets and cold stone churches. Clouds—called the veil of Venus—often envelop the town, soaking the unprepared tourist. Erice bears the mysteries of indigenous Sicilian societies, quietly attesting to a cultural mix of prehistoric, pagan, Christian, and Islamic traditions. It bewitched me so that I bought a tiny rug made locally of Arab-African design and colors whose meaning I would only discover later—indigo blue, saffron yellow, pomegranate red, and mint green. It was the closest that I thought I would ever come to northern Africa.
Then I met Samia, a Tunisian journalist, on my flight home from Palermo. We were seated together. She had just left her four-year-old son and his father behind to travel to the United States for the first time. We communicated through tears that turned to laughter. She spoke French by nature and a bit of English and was to attend a conference on American politics in Washington, DC, delivered in Arabic. She carried a beautiful book of ancient mosaics from Roman villas in Tunisia. As we marveled over its pages—stumbling through our pidgin French, Italian, and English—she suddenly offered the book to me, a present for the first person she met on her journey. I was touched by her kindness, as she apparently was by mine, though I insisted that she keep the book and await just the right moment to bestow it upon someone else whom she would later encounter on her trip. The art had already worked its magic on me. Northern Africa had beckoned on that Sicilian trip, and Samia reinforced it. The very next spring, the possibility of Morocco presented itself.
As my brother counseled, Africa gets into your blood. Stepping off the plane in Casablanca, I found the air pungent, acrid, and sweet, unmistakable and unlike the scents of Italy that had become so dear to me. African associations immediately imprinted themselves on my being. I was greeted by palm trees, humid breezes, and people with eyes of brown and amber, blue-green and gray, and complexions the color of coffee stirred with varying intensities of cream or cream tinted by various degrees of coffee. Morocco is home to the grazing land
of Marrakech, the valleys of roses and date palms, deep gorges, snow-covered mountains, nomadic shepherds, and a countryside checkered by hedges built from prickly pear, rocks, or roses.