June 28, 2006

The haik, the burgundy fez and the World Cup

In this post:
Sfax
The haik, the burgundy fez
World Cup

Tunisia does not yet have an abundance of high-speed internet communications; while there are internet ‘cafes’ in all major towns and cities, broadband is in its infancy, and I did not come across any internet cafes that had it. In Tunis, one can find wireless connection in many hotels although I did not come across it in hotels or other public internet cafes elsewhere, but again it is very slow. In addition, despite several attempts in different places I was never allowed to connect my own computer in a cyber café. I never could find out why, and as I had, throughout Algeria, gone from one cyber café to the next, unplugged the phone link on one of their computers and plugged it into my laptop, I was puzzled as to why it was not possible in Tunisia. One helpful person in Sfax suggested I buy a Tunisnet scratch card; 5 dinars buys you 5 hours of time, you link into the system from the telephone connection in your hotel room and off you go. Sadly, off we did not go despite assistance from all concerned, and predictably perhaps the whole thing failed entirely. Internet access will now therefore become part of my reportage – what is the state of the internet and ease of access to it in the Dar al-Islam in the 21st century?

So for the record, there are internet cafes all over Algeria, and with the exception of one internet café in Tlemcen in the western part of the country which was on dial-up, connection is quite fast and costs 50 Algerian dinars an hour (about 75 cents). In Tunisia internet access is generally 2 Tunisian dinars an hour which is about $1.55. In both countries it is quite simple to buy a sim card for your mobile phone – 20 Tunisian dinars (about $14) buys you the sim card and time, and in Algeria 1000 Algerian dinars (also about $14) buys you the same. Top up scratch cards are sold everywhere in kiosks.

Continue reading "The haik, the burgundy fez and the World Cup" »

Local arts and traditions in Gabes

“We next came to the town of Gabes and put up inside it. We stopped there for ten days on account of incessant rains.”

And this is all that Ibn B mentions of Gabes. It is strange that he does not mention either the 11th century Mosque of Sidi Idris or more importantly the shrine of Sidi Boulbaba which dates back to the 7th century and the earliest days of Islam. It has long been considered one of the important shrines in the area and on the day I visited a Koranic recital competition was underway for young boys. Dressed in traditional cream-colored gowns and little red fezzes, they arrived with proud mothers in tow to recite the Koran (or portions thereof) not only by memory but in perfect Classical Arabic. Koranic schools teach this pronunciation with exactitude as Classical Arabic is not the language of everyday speech, and unlike colloquial Arabic where every country has its own dialect and idiom to the point where it can be incomprehensible to an Arabic speaker from a different country, there is only one correct way to pronounce Classical Arabic whether you live in Morocco or Kuwait.

Islam has guidelines for every aspect of life; in some mosques today, and certainly everywhere in the past, men will discuss matters of importance, be it family or business, with the Imam or qadi who can give guidance based on their study of the Koran and Islamic law. I wonder if the shrine served a similar purpose for women in that not having the same access to the Imam or qadi, when they had a pressing matter usually of a family concern, they would go and pray for intercession from the saint...

Next to the shrine is the Museum of Popular Arts and Traditions, which used to be a madrasa or Koranic school. It is a lovely building housing artifacts and exhibits on local agriculture, food, textiles and weddings. My guide in Gabes was the eminent Ezzeddine Ounis, a professor of Engineering by trade but also a local historian and passionate promoter of local arts and traditions who was involved in putting together the museum’s display. He took me to a fair which highlighted local arts and crafts which were of very high quality. It is quite difficult as a tourist to Tunisia to find high quality items for sale in the local markets but at this fair I came across a selection of artists and artisans creating basketry, embroidery, textiles, glass and silk painting. Two in particular caught my eye.

Madame Jeannat Guebibia’a embroiders intricate traditional costumes and cloaks for men and women. I had seen the cloaks on the men when I had paid an earlier visit to Tatouine in Tunisia and had wanted to find one - they are worn, especially in the south of the country, during the winter months. She can be found in Gabes at Rue Sidi Ben Arrouz in the Souk Ancien des Orfevres or at Tel # +216 20745 869.
CouturiergabesMadame Jeannat is a skillful embroiderer. This typical cloak is for women, the cloak for men is similar but plainer. She has promised to make me a local couscous when I go back and visit for my own cloak.

The second artisan is Latifa Gasmi, Rue Habib Bourguiba, Artisanat Siwar, Tatouine Tel# +216 97 343 500. She weaves the most magical Berber rugs and blankets and again in a twist of fate has her studio in the tiny village of Douiret where I had been less then two months before but had not known where to find her.

The best thing about finding those artisans was the knowledge that traditional Tunisian arts and crafts are still being made. They are not always easy to find for the tourist it is true, but with a little effort…


June 27, 2006

Pearl of the Sahel

Did I say music was the great unifier? That was not my thinking at 0645 this morning. Every hotel guest was on his or her balcony bleary-eyed in disbelief - all was upside down, in the history of the world nobody has heard music that loud at that hour. It turned out there was a free concert that night by Clotaire K, a big music star in the Arab world, and for reasons unknown, the roadies were testing the sound equipment at a million decibels at 0645 in the morning……..

I had arrived in Sousse, ‘Pearl of the Sahel’, by train from Tunis – a 2-hour ride and a relaxing way to see some of the countryside. Before Ibn B left Tunis the Haj caravan was organized and he was nominated by the Masmouda Berbers from his home country to be the qadi or jurist of their company. (The Masmoudas gave the world the Almohads, a puritan dynasty originating in Morocco’s High Atlas whose rule spread throughout Southern Spain and North Africa in the 12th century, defeating the Almoravids – mentioned below.)

He writes;

“We left Tunis in the last days of the month of Dhu’l-Qada (early November 1325), following the coast road and came to the township of Susa, which is small but pretty and built on the seashore, forty miles distant from Tunis.”

Once again, another city given fairly short shrift by our traveler – and Sousse is in fact about 85 miles (135 kilometers) from Tunis. This lack of information is the norm until he arrives in Alexandria and probably had much to do with conditions in these parts at the time. Although there was nominal rule from Tunis extending from Bejaia to Tripolitania, governors of some cities were often more or less autonomous within the sultanates. It was only within cities that the rule of law was applied, and outside the city walls the situation could be anarchical as is attested to by Ibn Battuta who mentions several times the dangers of attack from nomadic, marauding tribes. Nowhere was this more evident than in Tripolitania and Cyrenaica as we shall see.

Sousse is a summer resort for Europeans in search of the sun. It has come a long way from its beginnings as a Phoenician port in the 9th century BC, one of the oldest in the Mediterranean. It continued to prosper under the Romans with some ups and downs under different Emperors, and was a major center of Christianity by the early 4th century, evidenced by the catacombs as well as Christianized Roman tombstones. In the 9th century AD it became the port city of Kairouan under the Aghlabid dynasty.

Grand_mosque_sousseSituated next to the ribat, the corner towers and general fortified aspect of the 9th century Mosque indicates that it was probably originally part of Sousse's fortified area or kasbah.

At least three main buildings within the walled medina – another of Tunisia’s eight UNESCO World Heritage Sites - would have been standing when Ibn B passed by; the ribat, the Grand Mosque and the Kasbah. The 11th century Kasbah has been turned into a museum housing an outstanding collection of Roman mosaics. (I came across a mosaicist at work in the museum who can make a copy of any mosaic or design a new one upon request.) The ribat was built in the 9th century; the usual English translation of ribat is ‘fortified monastery’. Although Islam has no monastic tradition and the verb ‘rabata’ in Arabic means “to be garrisoned”, the architecture of a ribat is austere, (there is another a short distance down the coast in Monastir) and while they were originally built as a series of defensive forts against external threat from the sea, later it seems they did become a retreat of pious men who lived a life of prayer and good works and who depended on the charity of benefactors. The root word ‘rabata’ also gives us the word “almorabitoun” meaning ‘people of the ribat’ which was anglicized to become ‘Almoravid’ – the dynasty from the Western Sahara that swept to power across the Maghreb and Southern Spain, and founded their capital at Marrakech in the 11th century. (The word marabout or ‘holy man’ is also from this root word and while Islam has no tradition of saints and holy men either, there are thousands of them across North Africa.)

Rabat_sousseThe more traditional face of Sousse, this austere ribat was one of a series of such fortified buildings all along the coast - see Monastir's ribat only 15 miles away. Much renovated, the Mediterranean would once have lapped its 9th century walls, now it is several blocks away.

The ribat and the next-door Grand Mosque have both been heavily restored - Sousse like other coastal Tunisian towns was badly bombed in WWII. The climb to the top of the minaret is rewarded by views over the entire medina from the Kasbah at one end to the sea at the other. Nowadays the medina mainly caters to tourists with stalls of associated knick-knacks, but a wander through its narrow streets reveals glimpses of the past. Walking from the ribat to the Kasbah, I came across a small Hanifite Mosque, instantly recognizable by its octagonal minaret. There are four schools of canonical law in Sunni Islam; Maliki, Hanafi, Shafi and Hanbali. Tunisia like the rest of the Maghreb and Libya follows the Maliki rite, their minarets are square and solid. The Ottomans followed the Hanafi rite and when they took control of North Africa they built their own Mosques, introducing the octagonal minaret. (This incidentally is historic, new minarets are built without such limitations and are propelled purely by the design of the architect/builder.) Just by the perfumers’ souk, is the 11th century Khalouat al-Koubba, ‘the domed retreat’, now an ethnographic museum featuring traditional Tunisian wedding customs. The external chevron-ribbed dome is extraordinary and unique in North Africa.

Before leaving Sousse I visited an early 20th century courtyard house, Dar Essid, situated just inside the rampart walls of the medina and now a museum, Not really a part of my mandate, I decided to take a quick detour anyway. The ground floor had three main rooms grouped round a central tiled courtyard; one was the principal wife’s bedroom, the others were second and third wives’ quarters. The first wife’s quarters consisted of a sitting room, a marble bathroom, a small bedroom for children under the age of ten (the bed was long and children slept head to toe), a narrow bed for the wife, and the marriage bed - all were canopied and draped with cashmere curtains. Custom held that after sex the wife went back to her own bed, the couple did not ‘sleep together’. Further on this theme was an interesting little remnant from Roman times placed in a niche next to the marriage bed; a Roman terracotta oil lamp decorated with an erotic image. Legend has it that the lamp had to remain lit during the entire lovemaking session but the man could not take his pleasure until the lamp had gone out. We are assured by the museum literature that the lamp was used as late as 1938….

The house, which until recently was lived in by the owners, has a tall tower the purpose of which was to determine when Ramadan began, i.e. when the new moon of the ninth month of the Hegira (Islamic lunar) calendar was first sighted. Everything inside the house belongs to the owners including some ancient Arabic manuscripts, marriage contracts and deeds thus giving an intriguing look at medina life for the upper middle classes in the not too distant past.

June 26, 2006

The Mosque of the Olive

And so to Tunis. Ibn Battuta had no border issues to contend with but there were roving bands of marauding tribes and

“we…traveled light with the utmost speed, pushing on day and night without stopping”.

The only concern I had to contend with was traffic – and the hotel receptionist in Annaba having offered to drive me to the border for a fee, price accepted we set off. We established after much discussion that I would cross the border at Oum Togoul on the Algerian side and Maloula on the Tunisian side, there being several borders between the two countries in the vicinity. From Algerian Immigration and Customs, the 10 km drive though No Man’s Land (in fact it is Tunisian territory) is through beautiful cork-oak studded hills to the Tunisian Immigration authorities at Maloula. (Wild boar hunted in those hills is found on menus in Tunisia.)

This is probably the route Ibn B would have taken, bypassing Tabarka, a Mediterranean town formerly a center of coral and a Genoese trading port – one of their castles still sits sentry on a hill on an isthmus protecting the harbor.

“So at last we reached the town of Tunis and the townsfolk came out to welcome the shaikh Abu Abdullah az-Zubaidi…….On all sides they came forward with greetings and questions to one another, but not a soul said a word of greeting to me since there was none of them that I knew. I felt so sad at heart on account of my loneliness that I could not restrain the tears that started to my eyes and wept bitterly. But one of the pilgrims, realizing the cause of my distress came up to me with a greeting and friendly welcome and continued to comfort me with friendly talk until I entered the city where I lodged at the college of the Booksellers.”

This was the one and only time that Ibn B acknowledged homesickness and the loneliness of the road. No such tears awaited me thanks entirely to Zuhair M’Barek and his team at Batouta Voyages, batouta.voyages@planet.tn who looked after me so splendidly in Tunisia from border to border. Named for the ‘Prince of Travelers’ himself, they organized my hotels and transport, in addition to setting up a meeting with Jamila Binous, a writer, historian and academic specializing in the medina.

Tunis Medina
Tunis_medina003Tunis Medina; A typical street in Rue du Pacha in El Hafsia, a more residential part of the medina where at one time there was a large Jewish community. The medinas always had a principal mosque or 'masjid jami' for the 5 daily prayers as well as the communal Friday prayers. However each quarter of the medina also had a local mosque for the residents for the 5 daily prayers. The mosque at the end of the street is one such mosque.

The medina in Tunis is classed a UNESCO World heritage site and is a marvelously intact example of urban planning in North Africa from the 10th-18th century. The main reason I wanted to visit was to find out where Ibn B’s college of the Booksellers was as there is no madrasa of that name now. Jamila thought there were two possibilities; a madrasa located in a tiny impasse off the souk des attarines, or perfume souk, or the Madrasa Shamaiyah built in 1273 and one of the oldest in the Maghreb. It now houses a school of artisanal trades where pupils take 3-year courses to learn leatherwork, glasswork, embroidery etc.

This is all that Ibn B mentions of the medina with the exception of the Zaitoun Mosque itself; begun in the 7th century, and rebuilt by the Aghlabids in the 9th century, the courtyard (built on a slope to collect rainwater for ritual ablutions) was built in the 17th century, while the current minaret dates back only to the 19th century, although the lozenge design is Almohad, 12th century. Only the courtyard can be visited and even for Muslims, prior permission must be obtained before you can enter the mosque which is closed outside the hours of prayer. Both inside and outside the prayer hall, the builders made liberal use of Roman columns and capitals probably taken from Carthage. Tradition had it that mosques were to be surrounded only by “noble trades” and thus booksellers, perfumers, wool and silk merchants, jewelers and candle makers had their shops against the mosque walls while other guilds were organized peripherally so that at the furthest extent were the least desirable, such as leather dyers and tanners. This is still visible in the names of the streets which reflect their former trades or guilds; the street of the dyers, the spice souk, the fezmaker street etc.

It is impossible to discover the medina in one visit and there are at least 4 different routes one can take based on one’s interests. We started at the Place du Gouvernement; the Prime Minister’s office was formerly the guest palace of the 18th century Husseinid Beys, walked past 18th century Aziza Othman Hospital (still functioning), through the fezmakers souk, where there is an atmospheric little café, and on to the Three Madrasas, near the Zaitouna Mosque. From there a quick visit to the house where Tunis’ most famous son, Ibn Khaldun, was born in the 14th century (philosopher and social scientist) and then to the tomb of the Beys – Tourbet al-Bey, and some of the medina’s most beautiful 17th century houses; Dar Ben Abdullah now a museum of Traditional Arts, and Dar Othman, the home of a former pirate turned politician - some things never change….

Jamila has authored a book about those stunning houses and a visit to this enduring part of Tunis with her makes it come alive. Several of the courtyard houses have been turned into restaurants; I can recommend Dar el-Jeld and Dar Essaraya, and do not miss staying at the exquisitely, charming 12-room Dar el-Medina (darelmedina@hexabyte.tn), a typical courtyard house.
darelmedina@hexabyte.tn
">(darelmedina@hexabyte.tn), a typical courtyard house.

Categories

Friends