This took me a REALLY long time to make and edit, so I hope you guys enjoy it. I found the picture with the burka's online and decided to crop them out and resize them. Because the initial image was too pixelated (as it was small) I had to fill in the blanks with it's coloration to try and make it less pixely.
I made the everything else myself, including the logo and background (etc.) so I was just wondering what you think? I put a lot of time and effort into, just for you guys. :]
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Friday, May 13, 2011
Introduction
The writers of this blog are four college students at the University of Wisconsin- Eau Claire. Lauren, Julia, Rachel, and Sarah all took interest in and chose to read the novel The Bookseller of Kabul for their English class. Through this blog, the writers dig deep into the novel and the culture being discussed. Here are a few excerpts from each of the writers of this blog, detailing their interest in the book along with their knowledge and potential biases towards the subject.
Lauren: “I chose to read the book, The Bookseller of Kabul, for many reasons. First, I love reading books about family life from different cultures. Because this book is not only about Sultan, but also about his family, I found it especially interesting. I also wanted to read the book because of the tie to the Islamic faith. My roommate is Muslim and I hear many stories about how differently she is treated from her brothers. This book will provide more knowledge of the treatment of women. It will be especially different because of the fact that they are in an Islamic country, and not here in the United States. This culture intrigues me and was the main reason that I wanted to read this book. Learning about different cultures is an important part of any person’s life because it teaches acceptance and tolerance.”
Julia: “I chose to read this novel because of my ongoing curiosity of different cultures of the world. I would like to better understand and acquire an accurate depiction of the cultures of the Middle East. Through a personal friend from Saudi Arabia and my sister’s boyfriend who was additionally from Saudi Arabia, I have learned some information about their cultures and have found their customs and lifestyle very interesting. In addition, I have learned quite a bit about the Islamic religion through my close friend, my sister who spent last summer in Morocco, which is predominantly Islamic, and her boyfriend, along with our Muslim family friends from India. I feel that I am pretty open to Muslims and the Middle Eastern cultures; however, I must admit that I did come into reading this book with some prejudice against their treatment of women. This most likely alters the way I read the book, in the fact that I may focus more and look down upon the treatment of the women. Other than that, I do not believe I hold any other biases towards the culture. I hold an open mind, ready to be informed and gain a new perspective on this fascinating culture!”
Rachel: “I chose to read this book because I enjoy learning about the Middle East culture. I previously read "The Kite Runner" and "A Thousand Splendid Suns" which both take place in Afghanistan/Middle East. I am intrigued by how different this culture is to the one we live here in the United States. There is so much more freedom especially for women in the United States. In "A Thousand Splendid Suns" I really learned how poorly women were treated especially after the Taliban took control. The males in the family already had all the control of the family, but women could still work outside of the home and get an education. Women also did not have to wear their burkas at all times, unless instructed by the husband to do so. Once the rise of the Taliban, women no longer had these privileges. This will be my primary bias; I will harshly judge how the males treat the women within their family. Other than my judgment towards the males, I do not plan to have other biases toward the subculture; I plan to absorb the information because I want to learn more about this particular culture.”
Friday, May 6, 2011
A Tajikistan Wedding
A Wedding Celebration
Last month I attended the wedding of one of my university students. This was the first wedding where I saw all the steps in a long day of celebrations. Previously I had only been to afternoon or evening parties at a restaurant. My student is ethnically Uzbek and is from a town about an hour and a half from Dushanbe. Follow along with each step in the wedding day!
Suray and I congratulate Dilbar as she waits for the groom to arrive.
The groom picks her up and they ride around town in a decorated car, stopping to take pictures at interesting places. Note that they don't smile: it's shameful to appear happy on your wedding day, especially for the the woman. Tradition says that if she's smiling too much it means that she's glad to leave her family or that she knows the groom on a level that she shouldn't.
The bride and groom then go to the groom's house very briefly to greet his family. Then they return to her house, where she is able to rest for about an hour in a room with other women. She takes off the European dress and puts on a traditional dress. A robe is thrown over her and she is led out of the house to the sound of drums and lament-like songs. She weeps loudly as she enters the courtyard of the home where her father and grandfathers wait to say a prayer of blessing.
The bride throws herself at her father's feet, still weeping loudly. You can then hear a pin drop in the usually noisy courtyard as the men pray. The prayer is finished and nearly everyone in the crowd has to wipe tears from their eyes. The bride stands, is led to a car, and is taken back to the groom's house.
At the groom's house, there are 3 large rooms with tablecloths spread on the floor, and women packed around them. Two of the rooms have the bride's new wardrobe displayed on the walls. It's a stunning array of colors, sequins and bead work. Dresses of this kind cost at least $50 each, probably more.
Course after course of food is served. (Note: we also ate a meal and were fed a snack at the bride's house prior to this). By the last course, osh, the plates go basically untouched because the guests are so full. Before we leave, we are encouraged to take anything from the table we wish. This is apparently an Uzbek custom. Despite my protests, I end up taking candy, bread and fruit home.
During the meal the bride remains hidden behind a curtain. At the end of the meal, some of the groom's relatives come to greet her behind the curtain. Then she goes out to the courtyard and bows to a large crowd of women and children.
A couple of older women bring out a tablecloth filled with flour. They place it on the ground and the bride's hands are covered in flour, seemingly symbolic of the bread and food she will prepare for the household. All the while, women drum and sing.
After her hands are cleaned of flour, relatives come one by one and present the bride with gifts, placing them on a tablecloth on the ground. Then they each lift up the bride's veil in a tradition called "Rui Binon" (literally, "Seeing the Face"). They kiss her and welcome her to the family.
The bride backs into the house, bowing the whole way. Then she changes back into her Western style dress for the restaurant party.
The bride and groom enter the restaurant hall. Again, the bride bows constantly. Her friend, the maid of honor, stays at her side.
The bride's friends from the university dance to the live traditional music.
Guests take turns posing for photos with the couple. The guests can enjoy themselves, but the bride and groom don't smile, dance or eat during the party.
At the end of a long day, I return to my peaceful apartment. My thoughts tumble through the various paths life can take us, and how mine is so different from those of most girls here. I wish my student a "rohi safed" (white way/safe trip) on her journey of life.
Suray and I congratulate Dilbar as she waits for the groom to arrive.
The groom picks her up and they ride around town in a decorated car, stopping to take pictures at interesting places. Note that they don't smile: it's shameful to appear happy on your wedding day, especially for the the woman. Tradition says that if she's smiling too much it means that she's glad to leave her family or that she knows the groom on a level that she shouldn't.
The bride and groom then go to the groom's house very briefly to greet his family. Then they return to her house, where she is able to rest for about an hour in a room with other women. She takes off the European dress and puts on a traditional dress. A robe is thrown over her and she is led out of the house to the sound of drums and lament-like songs. She weeps loudly as she enters the courtyard of the home where her father and grandfathers wait to say a prayer of blessing.
The bride throws herself at her father's feet, still weeping loudly. You can then hear a pin drop in the usually noisy courtyard as the men pray. The prayer is finished and nearly everyone in the crowd has to wipe tears from their eyes. The bride stands, is led to a car, and is taken back to the groom's house.
At the groom's house, there are 3 large rooms with tablecloths spread on the floor, and women packed around them. Two of the rooms have the bride's new wardrobe displayed on the walls. It's a stunning array of colors, sequins and bead work. Dresses of this kind cost at least $50 each, probably more.
Course after course of food is served. (Note: we also ate a meal and were fed a snack at the bride's house prior to this). By the last course, osh, the plates go basically untouched because the guests are so full. Before we leave, we are encouraged to take anything from the table we wish. This is apparently an Uzbek custom. Despite my protests, I end up taking candy, bread and fruit home.
During the meal the bride remains hidden behind a curtain. At the end of the meal, some of the groom's relatives come to greet her behind the curtain. Then she goes out to the courtyard and bows to a large crowd of women and children.
A couple of older women bring out a tablecloth filled with flour. They place it on the ground and the bride's hands are covered in flour, seemingly symbolic of the bread and food she will prepare for the household. All the while, women drum and sing.
After her hands are cleaned of flour, relatives come one by one and present the bride with gifts, placing them on a tablecloth on the ground. Then they each lift up the bride's veil in a tradition called "Rui Binon" (literally, "Seeing the Face"). They kiss her and welcome her to the family.
The bride backs into the house, bowing the whole way. Then she changes back into her Western style dress for the restaurant party.
The bride and groom enter the restaurant hall. Again, the bride bows constantly. Her friend, the maid of honor, stays at her side.
The bride's friends from the university dance to the live traditional music.
Guests take turns posing for photos with the couple. The guests can enjoy themselves, but the bride and groom don't smile, dance or eat during the party.
At the end of a long day, I return to my peaceful apartment. My thoughts tumble through the various paths life can take us, and how mine is so different from those of most girls here. I wish my student a "rohi safed" (white way/safe trip) on her journey of life.
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