Cultural Experience
So this past weekend I went with my brother and his roommates to the Marrakesh Cafe on Hilsborough Street. For those of you who don't know, the Marrakesh is a hookah bar. Hookahs are Arabian devices for smoking tobacco with out actually burning the leaves. And the leaves are generally flavored (we had melon and tropical fruit). Now I can honestly say that if it weren't for my brother, I would probably have never stepped foot in the cafe. But I'm glad that I did. You see, my trip overseas last summer (and the training beforehand) really help me to see the good things in foreign cultures. And, with the help of my brother's roommate Chris (who did a tour in Afghanistan) I realized that the Muslim/Arab people really have a zest for life. They live life in a way that shows that they mean it. Chris said that everyday was a celebration for these people. And, thanks to the Marrakesh Cafe, I got to see a piece of that.
I walked into what used to be a Starbucks and saw people sitting around the edge of this cafe (at tables and on the floor) smoking hookahs. I could be wrong, but I get the idea that smoking a hookah for some cultures is like having tea or coffee for others. It's something that people do when they get together. But one thing I noticed is that there were all kinds of people in the cafe. The majority were of Arab descent, but I saw "emo kids," rednecks, blacks, and even those crazy kids with popped collars, all gathered around one thing. I just thought it was cool to see such diversity. The other thing that stuck out to me (and helped me notice the cultural zest for life) was the dancing that occurred (belly and otherwise). I'm not normally a fan of overtly sexual dancing, but I was able to appreciate the belly dancer's dancing as a celebration. What really brought things into perspective for me was when several Arabian guys got up and did what I'm assuming was a traditional dance in the middle of the cafe. I like watching people celebrate life, because as far as I'm concerned, life is worth celebrating (see Philippians 1:21). Not to mention smoking a hookah can be relaxing is better for you than smoking processed cigarettes or cigars (still not as healthy as not smoking at all, but you get the idea).
I walked into what used to be a Starbucks and saw people sitting around the edge of this cafe (at tables and on the floor) smoking hookahs. I could be wrong, but I get the idea that smoking a hookah for some cultures is like having tea or coffee for others. It's something that people do when they get together. But one thing I noticed is that there were all kinds of people in the cafe. The majority were of Arab descent, but I saw "emo kids," rednecks, blacks, and even those crazy kids with popped collars, all gathered around one thing. I just thought it was cool to see such diversity. The other thing that stuck out to me (and helped me notice the cultural zest for life) was the dancing that occurred (belly and otherwise). I'm not normally a fan of overtly sexual dancing, but I was able to appreciate the belly dancer's dancing as a celebration. What really brought things into perspective for me was when several Arabian guys got up and did what I'm assuming was a traditional dance in the middle of the cafe. I like watching people celebrate life, because as far as I'm concerned, life is worth celebrating (see Philippians 1:21). Not to mention smoking a hookah can be relaxing is better for you than smoking processed cigarettes or cigars (still not as healthy as not smoking at all, but you get the idea).
