Brace yourselves. This shall be a long post.
In Islam there are two very important celebrations in the year. The first one is one that most people across the world are familiar with: Eid ul Fitr, which marks the end of Ramadan, the month of fasting that Muslim people across the world take part in (fasting from sunrise to sunset).
I was in Zanzibar for the last week of Ramadan and then also for Eid*. I remember the day that Ramadan ended. The ending is marked by the sighting of the moon. Everyone whom I spoke to was sure that Ramadan would end on the Monday for the moon had been sighted in Malaysia. People got themselves excited at the prospect of eating three meals again and drinking water throughout the day. But alas the day passed and no moon was seen.
So the next day dawned with breakfast eaten at 4:30 am. And then the day wound to a close and people made their way to Forodhani gardens to eat and hope that the moon would be seen. Soon it was known that the moon was seen in Dar es Salaam, on the mainland. Surely it would be seen on the island. People waited. And then something was said and someone knew and all across Forodhani and Stone Town you heard cheers and clapping because eventually the moon made its appearance; fasting would and Eid would begin.
The nest day the streets were awash with beautifully dressed and make-uped little girls and bigger girls and young women and older mothers and grandmothers. And the men were dressed in the clean, new white Djelebas. All clothes are new and the days running up to Eid the streets of Stone Town were full of women bustling back and forth to find the material and get measured and have their new clothes made at any one of the many, many tailors to be found in the city.
The day is spent visiting friends and family and the night is spent eating at the Mnazi Moja market or at Forodhani Gardens. There streets and roads and paths and open areas are full of people.
I didn't get very involved in the first Eid. I'd just arrived on the island and I was working with Jahazi Festival.
And then, about a week and a half ago, I suddenly found out that there was going to be another Eid. And then I found out that in fact this is the biggest celebration in the Muslim calendar. And yet I had never heard of it!
It is called Eid ul Adha, the festival of the sacrifice which marks the end of the Hajj to mecca (that a lot of people take in the days leading up to the festival). It is a celebration of the sacrifice that Abraham was willing to make of his son, and the animal that was eventually sacrificed in his place. So yes there is a lot of slaughtering of animals... which is well, sad.
The times and dates of the festival are again reliant on the moon cycle. There is no month of fasting before, where if you are in Zanzibar (where the majority of the people are Muslin and therefore fast) it means that there is no food, well very very little food, available from when you wake up until 6:30pm. The island seems to carry on as normal before Eid ul Adah. And then suddenly people have new clothes again and much much food is prepared and there is four days of celebration and eating and revelry.
So this time I got involved.
My mom had come to visit me for a week in Zanzibar and she wanted hina done (for all yall westerrrrn folk, henna is actually pronounce hina, and so for this blog, it will be written as such). And on my mom's last full day on the island, while enjoying a fresh, hot, strong espresso cup of coffee in Jaws Corner, who comes to say hello to me? None other than Sada, my 4 year old mate who met me once while I was chatting to her uncle and now remembers my name and knows she get fused when I see her. She had beautiful hina on her hands and so we went immediately to her house (just off of Jaws Corner) and found out that it was her sisters friend who does the designs. So that Afternoon Aisha (Sada's sister) too us to Mahira.
Mahira is an artist. We arrived at a house where we climbed to the roof and in a bare room that I named the hina room, we found women draped in all manner of poses while they waited for the wet paste to dry and stain their skins. Mahira sat in all manner of poses as she wound her designs around and up and over women's bodies. For the whole body is often adorned with hina. Even though a woman's body is covered save for her face and hands, it is quite a beautiful thought that this hina that is put on the body is a beauty accessory that women do for themselves, no matter if the wold can see it.
Sometimes the women chatted, sometimes they didn't. On the rooftop a cool breeze blew through the room. And after maybe an hour it was mine and mothers turn.
Mahira as I said, is an artist. She wore a brown scarf wrapped around her head, not as a hijab (how Muslim women wrap their heads) but as many women in South Africa and other African countries wear a scarf; wrapped over the top and taken to the back and then wound round and round to form a "bun" effect at the back. Mahira wore glasses of the 70's Cadillac style, bejewelled on the sides. She wore a simple loose dress that skimmed over her hips, had a v-cut at the neck and shortish flared sleeves with braiding on the edges. I can't tell you what the original colour of it was (I think natural yellows and browns and the like) because it was COVERED with stains from the hina and piko that she used. Similarly her hands and fingers were stained dark by the dyes.
Now hina is the brown dye that most people are very familiar with. Piko is the black dye that I only learnt of on the island. Piko is actually a regular black hair dye that is mixed and squeezed out into patterns. Mahira sat me down and in under 10 minutes I had beautiful beautiful designs on my hands and feet. My mom only got her feet done.
And then we were instructed very firmly that we HAD to sit still so that it dried and not a drop of it was smudged. We sat and chatted to the women and the young girls (I have to brag and say that it was mostly in kiSwahili!) and then we moved outside and the younger girls, whose task it appeared to be, began peeling off the now dried paste. And once this was done out hands and feet were washed and dried for us.
This took the whole afternoon. Yet another place of the women.
And then on Saturday my mom left and then on Sunday, well it was sikuku time!
Sikuku is what celebration is called, I think it is a Swahili term. Regardless, I received 3 invitations to go to peoples houses.
This is what happens on the day: people wake up and get dressed and the morning is spent visiting friends and drinking litres of chai and eating many, many slices of cake! This is indeed what I did - three cups of spiced chai, 2 slices of cake at one house, 2 slices of cake and three biscuits and a chapati at another. And then two hours later a plate of biriani, and then maybe one hour later some pilau. Good grief!
But apparently this is normal, to eat three breakfasts and up to two lunches. I did feel loved that people invited me to their houses to celebrate with them!
So that is the tale of hima, piko, biriani and sikuku.
This celebrating continued for 4 days. This is indeed the biggest and most important Eid on the Muslim calendar.
Skuku njema!
*Eid means festival
