Friday, July 13, 2007
Separated worlds of women and men
There is one favorite question, often asked: do you really believe that one can find happy women in Afghanistan? Of course I do. From my point of view, local traditions are so different from west, but it does not mean that all women are automatically miserable. Feminists like to tell sad stories about western ladies who had married to Muslims and moved to Muslim countries. I read some of those books in Estonia and unavoidably the question emerged: where is a story about normal marriage? There is one basic problem with those biographies: they are written by persons who were not prepared to live in Muslim environment. It is a different culture, which has strict customs and ancient traditions. It is naive to believe that family will change because of a foreigner.
The biggest difference – in my mind – is the fact that most of the time he or she is with people of the same sex. In western world it is common that we spend most of the (spare) time with our spouses. But here, in Afghanistan, the wife spends her time with her husband’s mother, sisters, aunts and other female relatives. It can be quite difficult, even unimaginable for a lady grown up in west.
The second biggest difference is living in an expanded family. I know of only one family in Afghanistan who lives in their own: my friend Waheed lives with his wife and a little daughter. Uncharacteristically he took care of his little daughter while her wife was at a conference in Iran. Generally speaking, different generations live together. I met on high official in Kunduz who has 22 children, all of them born to one wife. He complained that he cannot even remember his children names, but there are daughter-in laws and grandchildren living in his house as well…
Old people enjoy the advantages of expanded families. The oldest male – head of household – decides all-important questions. Also he manages family budget. For example, if a married young son works, then he gives his salary to his father. Father decides how much the son will receive for his needs and how much will go to others. The grandmothers I have met in Afghanistan were very dignified. Their experience is valued; younger family members serve them with respect and their orders are followed quickly. If I compare the old generation here to our grandmothers in Estonia, then I see that Afghans get much more love and support because there are always younger generations around them.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Breadmaking
During my first half-year in Kabul, I never saw any Afghan coins. It seemed that the smallest unit of currency is one US dollar. Now, when I walk around to buy vegetables and fruits from small local stands, the shopkeepers often give me back coins. If I refuse, then they offer me a fruit as a bakshesh (gift).
Bread is the main foodstuff for poor Afghans, so on rush hours there is even a queue in front of bakeries. One can see beggars or soldiers buying their main meal, but there are as well rich guys with their fancy four-wheel drive cars. Bread is unavoidable part of diet in Afghanistan. Rory Stewart, who walked from Herat to Kabul, had mainly eaten only bread.
In Bamian kind Hazaras invited me inside their bakery. Half a dozen men were shaping different kind of breads at unbelievable speed. In the middle of the room there was an oven what looks like a glowing hell. One young skilful guy placed bread – in just half of a second - to inner wall of the oven. After some minutes another person pulled bead out. He used special fork and spatula and his moves looked like a sophisticated way of dancing.