People have been talking about tonight’s wedding all week long. I shouldn’t say “tonight’s wedding” however, because this, like the funeral, seems to be at least a week-long activity. Today I went to the house where the newlyweds married. We all waited in the courtyard for the groom to exit, whereupon everyone pushed me, the foreigner, up to the groom in order to congratulate the young kid and take lots of photos with him. He looked terrified the entire time. The procession ended and all the men quickly scattered to begin their (male-only) qat chewing parties, which I guess constitute the reception.
Next morning…
Yesterday afternoon we began chewing at 3:00, then I returned home at 6:00 to check on Morgan and take a break from the wedding. Around 8:00 I resumed partying, this time chewing with about 400 men in the huge tent. Along with qat, the tent also held a famous ooud player that serenaded us with 5-minute song sessions (followed by 20-minute breaks). My friend Josh came with me to this evening celebration, and we were the only non-Yemenis in the tent. We felt pretty famous, as everyone wanted to greet us. Around midnight all the guests surrounded the groom and escorted him to his house to consummate the marriage (which is overseen--outside the room--by the parents, who then parade around the bloody sheet as proof of the consummation/wife‘s virginity). And I, with my huge ball of qat, returned home to my own wife.
2 comments:
Man you are making this qat sound good are you going to bring any back with you when you come back? or would that be breaking the law?
Yeah, it's illegal in the states. According to the Willamette Weekly, however, there is qat to be found in Portland, if you know where to look...
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