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How can one smoke like this for hours on end?
A
bipolar world; Hookah and Turkish coffee versus McDonald's and Coca-Cola
Who's
afraid of shisha-mania?
The three dimensions of the hookah: time, conversation, and games.
From
sociability to conviviality and hospitality
A few
landmarks in the Mediterranean
A real
life-style
Although it is a familiar
object for a billion people in the world, the four hundred year old
hookah seems struck by a strange silence. Most encyclopaedias overlook
it completely, while the mass media seems to be more concerned with
problems considered as "serious" and dynamic than by folkloric and inert
objects. It is however undeniable that this tool is used daily, for
hours on end, by over a hundred million men and women, in Asia, Europe
and Africa, at the local coffee shop or at home. By opening its columns
to a presentation of this object and this practice that lies at the very
heart of Mediterranean conviviality, Rive magazine deserves our
gratitude for going back to the true meaning of discovery.
How
can one smoke like this for hours on end?
For those who have never
heard of the hookah before, we shall briefly define it as a water pipe
mainly used in the East, where its social use became widespread together
with public coffee houses and tobacco. Its historical relationship with
the universal stimulant is well illustrated by an Egyptian saying:
"Tobacco without coffee, a sultan without furs" that some readers will
no doubt associate with a popular Spanish saying, "Café,
copa y puro" (a coffee, a glass and a cigar!). And if the art of smoking
well, represented by the cigar, is here associated with the enjoyment of
tobacco through the hookah, what is the place of a glass of wine (the
copa) in this comparison? It is common knowledge that in most of the
area in question alcohol is a religious taboo and is therefore replaced,
in this context, by words, with an unquestionably psychoactive power, as
we shall see later.
The hookah is however
more than a simple water pipe since such a simplification soon shows its
limits in light of the size of this object which can reach two metres in
height, its sophisticated smoke cooling and purification system in a
water container, its suction tube that, Serpent like, can reach several
metres in length, its collective use, the nature of its tobacco and the
means of combustion and, lastly, its mysterious origins and the time
that its fans devote to it. Despite all these peculiarities, as just
pointed out, anyone who is curious about it will immediately come up
against a wall of silence, ignorance and strange indifference to it. The
first work on the subject focused on the instrument itself, its social
use through the centuries, as well as the events that turn hookah
smoking into sessions that bring together several men or women. The aim
of the work was to answer the questions that any traveler spontaneously
wonders about, while strolling though the streets of Cairo, Tunis,
Beirut and other Eastern cities: "How does it work?", "What does one
smoke in it?", "What is its Origin?", and especially a question that is
almost philosophical, "How can one smoke like this for hours on end?"
A bipolar world; Hookah
and Turkish coffee versus McDonald's and Coca-Cola
In short, the hookah is a
popular Cultural practise, but also nowadays, as a social phenomenon is
a real indicator that helps us understand, on a par with religious and
linguistic practises and food habits, the Societies within which it
evolved, mainly around the Mediterranean basin. To ignore this and,
therefore, to skip over a daily activity that tens of millions of people
engage in for hours in a wide variety of socio-cultural contexts,
implies a non-scientific attitude or perhaps even ethnocentric
blindness. Isn't it in fact quite extraordinary that this "custom of the
past”, this "idiotic pastime" indulged in only by "beggars" and lazy
"oafs", has not disappeared even as we approach the third millennium,
marked by the globalization of exchanges and time? How can one explain
the survival and even a boost in the business of hookah cafes - in
remembrance of Pierre Loti who was an assiduous customer at the
beginning of the century at a time when, in stark contrast, Europe seems
flooded by McDonald's and other cyber-cafes. With all due respect to
certain local "observers" this peaceful practice seems to be back in
vogue. In Yemen, a
country where coffee-houses were practically non-existent,
coffee-gardens - Istiràhàt
- now open their doors, providing services focusing around the shisha.
Their customers, especially the young, prefer the shisha and its special
tobacco to the traditional household madà'at
(a hookah with
a tong mast and a very long tube, used to consume pure tobacco),
Who's afraid of shisha-mania?
The tobacco used is a
sweet tobacco, both because of its aromatic additives and because of the
washing - the ablution, as some might put it ironically, of the smoke in
the water container. This peculiar and incredibly widespread manner of
smoking is now undergoing a phenomenal revival in countries such as Tunisia, Egypt and
many other Middle Eastern states. This success has reached such
proportion that, faced with this shisha-mania {shisha being the local
word for the hookah), authorities in certain countries have shown
concern and tried to control the phenomenon, sometimes by introducing
cumbersome rules. Egyptian MPs recently called for its removal from the
range of ser-vices provided in top hotels, The Emirate of Sharjah banned
it in 1993, followed by Abu Dhabi
three years later. In Tunisia, the shisha is now
banished from open-air cafes. According to certain sources, several
ministries, including the Home Ministry and the Ministry of Tourism,
were behind the ban. Certain hookah-lovers who believe that the open air
is the natural, preferred environment for hookah-smoking, find
imaginative ways to indulge in their favourite pastime. They can be seen
sitting at the door or by the window of a coffee house where they ask
for the hookah to be set up. Then they take full advantage of the length
of the tube by stretching it or by passing it through the window.... In
this way, they escape the sanctions provided for under these strange
laws, that could well lead to increasingly long suction tubes on the
market! In the famous suburb of Sidi Bou Said, tourists are now denied
this pleasure they so assiduously sought quite recently, since the
hookah is no longer served in many coffee-houses. Hookah-lovers may
however find some consolation in Smoking far from the public eve in a
site that seems to have leapt right out the Thousand and One Nights
at the famous Café des Nattes. Paradoxically, market stalls in the old
capital, behind the ramparts of Hemmamet and other sea-side resorts,
still groan under the weight of souvenir real or imitation hookahs
displayed for tourists to buy. A T-shirt has recently been marketed in
Tunisia, depicting a map of the country side-by-side with a camel
smoking a hookah! Wax statuettes of the typical Tunisian hookah smoker
also abound wearing the traditional dark red fez (kebbûz) a tiny
bunch of jasmine blossoms behind his ear, the elegant figure is seated
cross-legged on the ground in his long flowing beige robe (jebbet)
with the jebbêd (tube) at his lips, meditating in front of a
brazier (kênûn).
The three dimensions of
the hookah: time, conversation, and games.
The hookah, compared with
other objects of local material culture such as the brazier or the
derbûkat (small drum) for instance, retains a three-fold
specificity. First of all, it affects time, expanding it much as the
laws of relativity do. Secondly, it is a pretext for conversation since
it encourages and supports long chats, thirdly, unlike cigarettes, it is
not associated with a seductive personality, but rather with a sort of
game, as the smokers pass the tube around, each taking a few puffs of
smoke, in turn. So, here we have adults playing like children, spending
hours at it, while engaging in serious conversation, quite like Alice
and the Caterpillar in Lewis Carroll's tale! But (his does no have the
good fortune of pleasing certain technocrats and 'intellectuals' with an
excessively positivist attitude who feel that the practice, considered
by its fans as a life-style. is an obstacle to "development". This
argument was recently put forward during a vehement press campaign in Yemen led by the
newspaper Al-Ayyâm, with the support of sociological
questionnaires and interviews with medical specialists. In fact, this is
nonsense: in a large number of countries engrossed by the burning issue
of "development", anyone can see workers, peasants, technicians,
engineers, doctors and top civil servants, all enjoying outside working
hours - need one say this - a few delicious moments of company around a
hookah. In short, the aim - should there really have to be one - is not
to smoke in order to appease an addiction or get rid of anxiety, as with
cigarettes, but to take the time to chat and listen and share, one by
one, by passing the suction tube around in a brotherly, ritual and
symbolic manner. it must however be pointed out that the tendency to
have television screens flooding certain coffee-houses with images, as
can be seen in Amman, totally destroys this atmosphere.
From sociability to
conviviality and hospitality
Since we are dealing here
with Mediterranean societies,. it would not be relevant to analyse
sociability in terms of the classical opposition between public and
private. In fact, as Shawqi Douaihi observed about the coffee houses of Beirut,
“...the closed private atmosphere of the home and the open public arena
of the street are only deformed extensions of each other." The terms
"conviviality" (from the Latin convivialis; "pertaining to meals ")
which includes the notion of sharing and ritualised exchange, and
"hospitality" with its strong domestic connotation, seem more suitable.
The hookah is still best-known for its tube that is passed between
smokers and, hence, shared, It is therefore part. together with the
rituals of coffee and tea of a peculiar feature of proverbial Eastern
hospitality. As Edgar Morin points out “[In French culture] one does not
see what one sees in Eastern countries, hospitality extended to
foreigners in the traditional sense, that induces a Bedouin to give you
his tent. In French culture this respect for the guest that one used to
find all Mediterranean countries, is missing.” This yearning for lost
hospitality which is apparent in current forms of sociability nurtured
by fractures between the past and the present, not to mention the "mix
ups" of the modern world, can be found in the latent contents of the
stories of Tunisian writers such as Hélé Béji.
A few landmarks in the
Mediterranean
Turkey, a country that
increasingly attracts attention, is no longer the place where Pierre
Loti, at the beginning of the century, could count hookahs by the
thousands "How wrong the word ‘coffee-house’ sounds when you wish to
designate these Eastern taverns where the hookah is smoked", he once
remarked. This novelist and seaman turned Eastern sensualist used to
stop at such places with an assiduity rivaled only by his enthusiasm as
a collector. Today, the places set up for indulging in this art, often
under the horrified gaze of tourists, can be counted off the fingers of
one hand. In Istanbu1’s Beyazid district, there is even a coffee house
that invites foreign visitors to try what the sign outside advertises as
the "mystic water pipe . After all, isn't the hookah an Eastern version
of the American Indian's peace pipe?
Tunisia, increasingly
described as an "economic success story", is also a friendly country -
according to the advertisements - where the art of the farniente
embodied in the shisha is very much alive; so much so that a worried
government has taken dissuasive measures against the practice. This
country is living proof that "economic development" Can be perfectly in
tune with an "archaic custom' indulged in by "lazy oafs"!
In Libya, last year, at night
fall, a walk around the part of the capital awash in the orange glow of
magnificent street lamps, was a constant temptation to linger awhile in
a good-natured atmosphere. Under tall palm trees, right in the middle of
a colourful crowd of young men and women, of whole families and old men
the waiters of an open air restaurant could be seen rushing between the
crowded tables and the kitchen. After the meal, those who ordered a
hookah that was already set up at their table would be provided with a
kursy (pipe bowl, in clay or in metal, depending on whether the
hookah was an arguila or a shisha) full of apple-flavoured
mo'essel (tobacco aromatised with molasses). Sometimes, the
waiter would alternate this with the distribution of new live embers for
burning the tobacco. Freedom Square, located in the city centre, is
where during the daytime taxis for Tobruk, Benghazi, Cairo or Tunis wait
far a full load before leaving. Their cosmopolitan customers assemble at
the coffee house on the esplanade.
There many of them order a
hookah full of their favourite tobacco, chosen from the wide range of
mo'essel brands on offer, mainly imported from neighbouring Egypt, It is also quite
usual far customers to bring their own tobacco.
Lebanon, as it emerges
from its long mourning, gradually savours its newly found peace that
seems almost reflected in the coffee houses of the Zahlé region, lying
along a lazy river, facing which customers peace-fully smoke the hookah,
some of them even as they sip the local spirit known as arak.
What mare can one say about Egypt, where the hookah,
in its two forms, the shisha and the gûza, are well known thanks to
films and television programmes that are massively broadcast at the
regional level? Hikes in the price of cigarettes during recent years
have drawn a large number of smokers to the hookah, as acknowledged by
no less a source than a World Health Organisation report. lastly, it is
perhaps worth mentioning that the typical Egyptian coffee house, with
its ever-present hookahs, is well received abroad, Surprisingly, in
Paris it is not nostalgia driven old men who make up most of the
clientele of Such an establishment, but high school and university
students! Whole groups of teenagers crowd the doors of the small cafe to
sit on cushions spread out on the floor and to smoke from this exotic
object known as the hookah. At the same tine, they play droughts, chess
or charades, the same kind of innocent games, which the traveler Jean
Chardin described in the Persian coffee houses of the 17th Century. This
is quite paradoxical since most of these young people have no cultural
links with the Arab world that could explain their marked taste for such
places! If questioned, they would answer that the place is "real cool"
or that they "feel at ease here". Conversation flows easily, thanks to
this conversation piece-whose main role is precisely to help people
chat. This is made possible by a very ritualized presentation (see the
book on the hookah} that the object demands. Conversation therefore
flows freely in an atmosphere of freedom, equality and brotherhood. Must
one mention Algeria
to underline the fact that the use of the hookah has completely
disappeared? Perhaps since Eugene Delacroix immortalised it by painting
his famous "Women of Algiers"? As a cultural relic it re-surfaced in the
1960s with the impromptu performances of certain musical groups, mainly
in the Oran
area. According to an observer singers would not sing until they were
presented with their rguila. This habit continues even today in
other countries where musicians, producing popular music can be seen
smoking a few puffs from their hookah during intervals. Set up close to
the stage, their hookah can sometimes keep burning for up to two hours
at a stretch.
Lastly, in neighbouring Morocco, one should
take care not to confuse the hookah with another object, known as the
sebsy (short pipe) used for smoking cannabis, Although this is a
common mistake, the fact is that the hookah never really caught on in
this country.
A real life-style
After a journey sometimes
limited only to the Mediterranean, the
so-called Orientalist artists generally rendered, albeit sporadically
rather than Systematically, proud homage to the "elegant object "(Balzac
dixit) as they were wont to call the hookah. In the Greece of the
Twenties, the bards of the Rembetiko culture uniquely praised it in
their moving lamentations. One can find this same nostalgia today in
Gabriel Yacoub who sings about Lebanon and large jugs of lemonade and
the sweetness of the hookah- (Le plus rapide des oiseaux - The
fastest of birds - 1993). An object of inspiration for Pierre Loti at
the end of the last century, the hookah plays the same role today. much
closer to us, for the world famous novelist Naguib Mahfûz: "the time I
spent at Fichaoui's nurtured reflection, the hookah stimulated my
imagination and at each puff, I could see a new scenario unfolding in my
mind". Lastly, the hookah symbolises, and oh! to what extent, social
peace. I have personally observed how deeply touched a large number of
people, Indians, Greeks, Palestinians Lebanese or Afghans who left their
native lands for reasons of physical or economical survival, were by the
simple mention of this object. The very name of the object conjured up
images from their childhood, when they had played close to their parents
or grandparents who peacefully smoked this pipe that pleasantly spread
its soft murmur through the silence of the home. And the gurgling of the
water in the pipe amused and fascinated them. In short, the hookah
recalled images of peace associated to a region that for the past few
decades has only been associated with violence.
While Europe debates a
cut in working hours, as smokers and non-smokers are divided by glass
walls, as one wonders about the disintegration of social relationships,
is not the importance of the hookah increasingly obvious? Doesn't its
exotic, enchanting, dreamlike, peaceful and poetic nature, even as it is
incomprehensibly ignored, provide a comparative, anthropologically
useful, overview of various societies in their forms of sociability and
their perception of time?
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