The Moroccan Men’s Club
By Carol L. Bowman
It reminded me of Paris, of the Left Bank café haunts where Hemingway, Picasso and Fitzgerald gathered. Rows of small round tables, with two chairs positioned side by side, faced the street in the open-air. The setting provided a backdrop for people-watching and discreet conversation. Moroccan gentlemen, dressed in knitted skull caps, soft leather, heelless slippers and long flowing, hooded robes called djellabas filled the seats. The clip-clop of horse-drawn carriages, donkeys pulling carts, and Mercedes taxis whizzing by exemplified the paradoxes of time. Scurrying women, wearing brightly colored head scarves or a rare black berka, amid the twisted sounds of Arabic, gave the scene an exotic feel.
Walking along the narrow strip of sidewalk that remained unused, we surveyed many of Marrakesh’s busy outdoor cafés, looking for the perfect spot to enjoy our afternoon ‘nuss-nuss,’ an Arabic phrase which means half and half, nuss-nuss is perhaps the most common idiom in all of Morocco. Throughout the country, one hears the ubiquitous term in every café and every two-table stall in the medinas. Patrons order a shot of expresso topped with warm milk—nuss-nuss or the national drink, dubbed Moroccan whiskey—green mint tea, called thé.
These outdoor social establishments line every major street and hug the ancient Kasbah walls on the constricted back alleys. As we searched for that ‘inviting one’ among the many, a strange pattern emerged. Practically every seat at one café was occupied, while tables at the next longed for a single client. We learned that café goers migrate with the sun- looking for shadows in summer and the warmth of the sun’s rays in winter. Bundled against the crisp, chilly November wind whipping through the narrow thoroughfares of Marrakesh, we understood why throngs gathered where sunbeams glistened. We took a seat at the sunniest table. I scanned the rows of customers. There was only one woman. Me.
The Moroccan café society is synonymous with masculin pluriel—for men only. In Marrakesh, Fes and Casablanca, sipping nuss-nuss at an al fresco coffee shop has developed into a cult-like Muslim ‘men’s club.’ The street and all its excitement is strictly a man’s domain. Women remain relegated to the privacy of their homes for socialization and for prayer. They plant the crops, tend the fields, take care of the family, gather firewood, and buy goods at market, leaving little time to relax at an outdoor café, even if allowed. There’s a joke in Morocco: the unemployment rate is so high that you’ll find more men in cafés than at work. It seemed more truth than jest.
The waiter, accustomed to foreign women invading this space reserved for males only, took my order for a nuss-nuss, but seemed comforted by the fact that, at least, a man accompanied me. I wondered if I would have been served if I had come alone. Most of the men sitting nearby smoked long thin cigarettes and seemed fascinated by my husband’s Havana cigar. One man commented that he enjoyed the aroma that drifted from our table. I felt relieved that ‘something’ had diverted their attention away from the shock that a female had entered their territory.
A Japanese woman staying at our riad, a 300-year-old home built for nobles, turned B&B for foreigners, had recounted a story at breakfast that reflected the depth of male dominance. Out of cigarettes, she went to a nearby store to purchase a pack of Marlboros. Three different shopkeepers refused her request. Women cannot buy cigarettes as smoking remains a diversion reserved for men. She returned to the hotel, grabbed the bell man and took him to the store. He bought the pack with ease, as she stood in the shadows outside.
Stiff drinks cannot be sold at cafés. Moroccan law calls for a ban on alcohol sales to Muslims and Islamic law forbids the consumption of any intoxicating substances. Only restaurants and hotels catering to a foreign clientele are allowed to serve liquor, wine and beer. Despite this fact, The Kingdom of Morocco earned one billion dirham from the liquor sales tax in 2014 and the problem of domestic violence at the hands of drunken men has reached epidemic proportions. If abuse cases ever make it to court, charges are generally dismissed because the alcohol is deemed the culprit, relieving the man of personal responsibility. A few extra prayers should solve the problem. Ahh… the hypocrisy of religions everywhere runs rampant here too.
Before heading into the Sahara for several nights of tent camping, our Moroccan guide asked if we wanted to buy some ‘spirits’ to soften the sting of the brutally cold desert nights. Liquor remains as hidden from the public as the practice of Muslim men drinking it. At a supermarket, we were diverted from its main entrance to an obscure, narrow doorway next to the store. Down three flights of unlit stairs, we emerged into a 2,000 square foot bright, busy cavern, where foreigners and local men made their alcohol selections from well-stocked shelves.
The guide advised us to conceal our purchases, bagged in opaque black bags, upon leaving the underground cache. We noticed that the men’s djellaba robes provided a secret compartment to hide their illegal goodies. During Ramadan, the liquor stalls remain caged to prevent any sales, although, in Morocco, as anywhere on this earth, laws can be sidestepped for the right price.
And so, we realized that nuss-nuss means more than café-au-lait. The mixture of black coffee and white milk represents the blending of ancient and modern, examples of extremes, the strict following of Islamic tradition, but ignoring religious law when it suits. One thing it does not mean, yet: that women are welcome to join the Moroccan Men’s Club.
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