Al-Din
I need to talk about it sometime, seeing as how it’s probably the most pressing and controversial topic in the eyes of Americans. The very word “Islam” terrifies many and has been entangled with a mess of stereotypes and negative connotations, in the same way local perceptions of America have been grossly distorted here.
There’s no denying that Moroccan society is on the surface very religious. About 98% of the country is Muslim. I’ve met not a single man or woman of adult age who isn’t fasting for Ramadan or who doesn’t attend Mosque regularly. Five times a day, promptly, the call to prayer sounds off from Muaddins all over the city, a trance-inducing five-minute chorus of “Allahu akbar, allahu akbar, ashhadu alla ilaha illa Allah…” God is great! God is great! I testify there is no god but God! Come to prayer! Come to prayer!
Click for photo: The sunset at the first night of Ramadan, marking the end of the fast. At this moment 30 million Moroccans would all be preparing to eat dates, a bean soup known as harira, and other delicious foods.
Click for photo: Me infront of the biggest mosque in Africa--the Hassan II mosque, constructed in the late 1980s and named after the King/dictator who built it.
Click for photo: Religious calligraphy at the tomb of one of Morocco's greatest leaders, Moulay Ismail, in the city of Meknes.