Saturday, April 14, 2018

Happy Nowruz / نوروز مبارک / навруз муборак!

    As you may or may not know, Nowruz is the Persian Year.

    As you probably don’t know unless you’re Persian, it is also the oldest continuously celebrated holiday of all humankind, pretty cool right? Today, Nowruz is celebrated all across what used to be the Persian empire, all the way from Azerbaijan to Central Asia. This post is about my experience of Nowruz in Tajikistan.

    My Iranian conversation partner Saodat told me that while in Iran Nowruz tends to be a family holiday, in Tajikistan it is more of a public holiday. In my experience, this has been true. My host family didn’t do anything to celebrate Nowruz in their home, however that by no means means that it was not celebrated. Here I will describe some of the ways I celebrated Nowruz and saw Nowruz being celebrated in Tajikistan.

    A ceremony: ​At American Councils, where I study, we commemorated Nowruz with a huge Nowruz ceremony, in which I was chosen to be what Iranians call “mojri” Tajiks call “baranda” and what probably in English roughly translates to Master of Ceremonies. Our Nowruz party consisted of different acts of both Americans and Tajiks who study here (American Councils also runs exchange programs for Tajik students), in which we did traditional dances, played traditional Nowruz games such as wrestling and tug of war, and recited poetry. As the MC, I had to some sort of a poem between every act, so if you’re ever interested in hearing someone recite Nowruz poetry in Persian, hit me up. I also shared the jeesh story (see earlier post) with the crowd who seemed to enjoy it a lot.

    Haft Seen / Shin: ​Another one of my jobs as MC was presenting the “haft seen” table. Many traditional Persian holidays feature ceremonial plates and tables, each of which is full of symbolic items. To all my Jews out there, surprise surprise, the seder plate was based off of the haft seen.

    In Persian, haft means seven and seen is a letter of the alphabet, so there are seven things on the haft seen all of which begin with the letter seen: sir (garlic, symbol of health), sekeh (coins, symbol of blessing, sanjed (a type of dried fruit, symbol of love), samanu (see below, a symbol of abundance), sib (apple, a symbol of health), and samagh (sumac, a symbol of the flavor of life). There are also other things which don’t begin with sin, like a mirror (symbol of light and cleanliness), an egg (symbol of life), a goldfish (symbol of movement and flow), and plants and flowers (a symbol of life).
     Interestingly, historically there was a variation of the haft seen called the ‘haft shin’ which is basically the same concept with 7 things that begin with a different letter (shin, not sin). The haft shin variant is more common in Tajikistan, but not as much in Iran (at least publicly) because of its inclusion of sharob (wine).

    Preparation of Sumalak / Samanu: ​Another tradition I found particularly awesome is the making of sumalak (which Iranians call samanu). Sumalak is a paste made of wheat that is traditionally eaten around Nowruz. In Tajikistan, it is a tradition that the woman from each neighborhood will gather together and cook a big pot of sumalak outside, which they then give out to everyone in the community. Cooking sumalak takes an entire day, so women from around the community will all gather around the pot and take turns watching it and stirring it as it simmers. It’s a great time for gossip and community building.

    Bocha: ​Over the week we got off of school for Nowruz, I travelled to the northern city of Khujand (highly recommend traveling there if you get the chance) and in Khujand I saw another Nowruz tradition which I think is unique to Tajikistan (although Iranians reading this, let me know if you do it in Iran as well, I’d love to know). This tradition, which I think is called ‘bocha’, is where young boys will all hold on to the edges of a blanket and carry it around their neighborhood asking for candy. It is sort of like halloween, except unfortunately only boys are involved, and fortunately, all the kids have one blanket of candy which they share, rather than each of them having their own basket. They also have a rhyme that they sing when they collect it, which you can see below.

    Buzkashi: ​Buzkashi (literal translation: the pulling of goat) is something you have to see to believe. It is a traditional Central Asian sport played primarily in Tajikistan and Afghanistan, which I can probably best explain to Americans as follows: It is like soccer. Except the ball is a stuffed goat. And the players are on horses. And there are hundreds of them. There is no official Buzkashi league here, but what tends to happen is wealthy people will often host games around Nowruz, and people from around the region will come and compete for prizes which can range from anything from a goat to a brand new car, depending on how rich the host is.

    Atlas: ​Atlas one of the traditional fabrics of Tajikistan, and around Nowruz, you’ll be hard pressed to find a woman on the street who isn’t wearing it. In my time here, I have seen atlas scarves, atlas shoes, traditional atlas dresses with loose atlas pants under them, and even custom made European style atlas dresses. For the nowruz party, my host family graciously lent me one of my host sisters traditional atlas tresses and a traditional hat (toughi) to wear. See below for pictures.

I hoped you enjoyed hearing about my experience of Nowruz. I’d love to hear what you think or about your own experiences in the comments or by email.

See you later / до втсечи / بعد تا
 -Lindsay / Линдси / لینزی

buzkashi

a haft shin from Khujand

me wearing atlas as the mojri 

our nowruz party


The bocha song

A traditional wedding / جشن اروسی سنتی / Тӯйи анъанавӣ


    Hi everyone, sorry it has been a while. I have been incredibly busy lately and debating giving up on this blog, but a few comments from friends and family has encouraged me to keep writing.

    About two months ago, I had the privilege of attending a traditional Tajik wedding. One of the girl’s in my program had a member of her host family getting married, and in true Tajik style, her host mom invited all the people in our program, so that we could get to experience both a Tajik tradition, and Tajik village life (the two-day wedding was in a village about an hour outside of Dushanbe). Early Saturday morning, the three of us who actually decided to go to the wedding piled into the car of someone’s relative (a very common experience here) and, next to homemade cakes, pastries, and a little portable oven, drove about an hour east of the city and found ourselves in the village of Navobod, home to about 400 people.

    The house where the wedding was to take place was packed with relatives and all their children, and the trend seemed to be that the ten year olds played games and carried around their baby cousins while their mothers prepared food and their fathers chatted and ate it. It was a traditional house, meaning that there were doors to specific indoor rooms, but a central space which was outside. The first day mostly consisted of preparations, and on the first night, everyone who had been involved in preparations gathered together for a meal.

    There was a woman's room and a men’s room, and both rooms were set up with cushions lining the walls where people would sit, and the center of the room with a blanket spread over it and an endless amount of food on top of the blanket, which we all enjoyed. There was a 60 year old woman named Matlyuba with a penciled on unibrow who sort of took us under her wing that night and explained all the traditions to us. In traditional Persian culture, unibrows are considered to be extremely beautiful (there’s even a special name for them: abru-kamun or eyebrow like a bow), which is why in many parts of rural Tajikistan women to this day will pencil in unibrows. For me, this was a major reminder of the relativity of beauty standards.

    The preparations continued late into the night, and in true Tajik style (again) one of the neighbors of the wedding house offered for us to stay the night with her, since the house where the wedding was was pretty overcrowded. So we went with her and her daughter Niloofar, who was our age, and had nice conversations about marriages in the US versus Tajikistan during which we all struggled a bit to understand her accent, which was significantly different than what we are used to in Dushanbe.

    The next day we woke up early and went back to the wedding house, where tables had been set up in the outside courtyard area and people from all around the village were coming in and out to get their fill of the national food of Tajikistan, Osh. A few years ago, it became illegal to have more than 150 people gathered together, and cops come around to check this, so that’s why people were coming and going, rather than everyone staying the whole time. Anyways, the Osh which consists of rice, beef, carrots and chickpeas, is cooked outside over a fire in the most massive pot I’ve ever seen in my life. Although most cooking is considered to be a woman’s job here, for some reason Osh is a men’s thing. All the men were gathered around the massive pot, cutting pieces of meat to thrown in, talking about manly things (presumably), and eagerly telling us to come and take pictures.

    Finally, around noon, the osh party was broken up to the piercing sound of trumpets and drums. I looked to Matlyuba for an explanation and she told me “they’re going to bring the bride.”

     Sure enough, the groom and a group of his friends and brothers in suits gathered around and piled into a shiny new Mercedes-Benz which somehow had made its way into this village (sometimes I feel like Central Asia is straight out of a Gabriel Garcia-Márquez novel) while everyone else cheered and danced. They drove away to the bride’s house across the river while we went back into the women’s room and listened to the woman singing wedding songs, playing drums and dancing.

    About an hour later the trumpets and drums began again, and everyone crowded around to watch the bride, wearing an extremely intricate white dress, and the groom, in a suit, get out of the car. They walked inside to the biggest of all the food eating rooms and everyone crowded in to watch as the groom’s father welcomed everyone to the house and a cleric said a few prayers. Then the bride disappeared behind a curtain to change clothes, and reappeared about forty minutes later in an equally intricate red dress. The music started again and everyone presented her with gifts. People danced for a bit and then the bride disappeared again and reappeared wearing a blue dress. Apparently in Tajikistan multiple dresses are common, and I was told it is a way to show the bride will be well provided for.

     In the blue dress, it was time for the legal portion of the wedding, so an official from the nearest government office arrived and had them both sign the legal wedding contract. After that, there were speeches and to my embarrassment they insisted on the foreigners giving a speech. The other girls from my program very quickly tossed the microphone to me, and I stood there staring at a bride and groom I had never met before that day, and about 100 others. I thanked them for their hospitality and wished them happiness, love, and (of course) many healthy children. The dancing and the eating continued until the evening, when we all piled in a car and headed back to Dushanbe.

    Disclaimer: This was a very traditional wedding. It isn’t necessarily representative of every wedding in Tajikistan. Still though, I feel really privileged to have been invited and to have seen it. Interestingly, it looked a lot like the traditional Iranian weddings I have seen in historical Iranian TV shows and movies. It felt nice to be reminded of the shared history and culture between Tajikistan and Iran, which is often hard to see these days due to strained relations between the two countries and a whole lot of Russian influence over here.

That's all for now,

See you later / до втсечи / بعد تا
-Lindsay / Линдси / لینزی

preparations

the wedding house

the most massive pot of osh you'll ever see

bride, groom and food setup

in her red dress and drums playing