Marriage is a prominent part of the
Saharawi culture, and it takes up a large chunk of people's time,
whether it is participating in one or helping out with the
preparations. It is celebrated for 2 to 3 days in a row and it often
feeds over a hundred people. The picture is taken of Sunniva's uncle's wedding, which we all participated in, and you can 'see' the beautiful bride and and her proud husband.
We have spent a considerable time at
different weddings, eaten lot of camel meat (some of us would even
insist on' too much') and attempted to dance Saharawi dances. As a
result of our wedding- craziness I also started talking about
marriage at home with my family. It turns out that my oldest sister
who is a very conservative Muslim, only wants to see her husband
after she is engaged. To me, it sounds like a silly idea, however
she insists on the fact that beauty only comes from the inside.
Before the engagement, they instead talk on the phone but only to
discuss each others demands such as where they want to live and the
type of house. I carefully asked how she could be so sure about her
future husband's income, as her list over items includes a trip to
Mecca and a house with a big bathroom, but it turned out to be a unnecessary question. To my sister, a man that is ready for marriage is
also able to take care of his wife and all her needs. Whatever that
must be.
I must say, I started questioning why
people marry. Are we crazy in Europe to believe in 'love', whatever
that is? How important is money? I constantly question why Saharawis marry when contact between the couple before a wedding is so limited. Many
couples don't even know each other before they move in together in
their new home. On the other hand, Allah has told people to marry, and I know that is
the reason my sister is looking for a husband.
All I am sure of is that marriage has a
different meaning for the people here in the refugee camp in contrast to what we believe in Norway. And perhaps are Norwegians native when we believe in love. Or are we?
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