Rasha Elass
Last Updated: February 04. 2009 9:30AM UAE / February 4. 2009 5:30AM GMT Ninety per cent of Italian men live at home until they get married, and they look for a wife who can “cook and clean like Mama does”, according to a survey that caused a few ripples in Italy. In my experience, Arab men are not much different.
I know I’m committing the intellectual crime of generalising, and I agree with William Blake when he said: “To generalise is to be an idiot.” But isn’t it time for the Arab man to divorce his mother?
Islamic culture rightfully gives a great deal of reverence to the mother archetype. The Virgin Mary is mentioned at least 34 times in the Quran, and numerous verses remind worshippers to be kind to their parents, especially their mother. The Prophet, himself an orphan, is said to have stressed the importance of the company of a mother to a man who asked: “Who among people is the most worthy of my good companionship?” The Prophet replied: “Your mother… then your mother… then your father.” And one of the most referenced hadiths in everyday family interaction in many typical Muslim families is: “Your heaven lies under the feet of your mother.”
I think men fall into two categories: those who are “emotionally married” to their mum, and those who managed to break the “emotional umbilical cord”. I don’t have to look much further than my own family for some examples of the former.
I have an aunt who managed to convince her fortysomething son to divorce his wife of 15 years – practically dumping her at the in-laws’ along with their teenage daughter – to marry a younger woman “so that he could have a son”.
“Oh yes, we’re much happier now with this one,” my aunt said at a recent family dinner – referring to her son’s new wife, a beautiful 30-year-old who had just delivered a healthy baby girl. She has since had a beautiful boy, much to the vindication of my meddling aunt. I can already guess who will be his mother’s darling in that family.
When I lived in the United States I often came across Arab men who became romantically involved with American women, sometimes for years, until they felt “ready to marry”. They then did the inevitable: called Mum and asked her to find them a wife in the home country.
When I visit Damascus I hear endless stories of mothers on the lookout for the perfect bride for their son: the process often resembles shopping for the best deal they can afford. One cousin, after living in the US for years, decided in his early thirties that it was time for Mum’s advice on picking the right wife. So he called his mother in Damascus and asked to have prospects lined up for him to meet on arrival. “He only has two weeks here,” his mother explained. Then she got very busy making calls and asking around for banat – which literally means “girls”, but is used to describe eligible women.
After three or four trips from the US over the course of 18 months, he and his mother finally agreed on a good prospect. But when the young woman refused to negotiate on her dowry, my aunt told her son it was time to move on. And he did, eventually marrying another young woman, also of his mother’s choosing.
I once worked with a Syrian widow who has several teenage and adult children. She told me about her young daughter-in-law, who lives with them. “That one? She’s wonderful,” she boasted. “I picked her myself, unlike my other daughter-in-law. My son met her in college and they decided to get married on their own.”
A few western girlfriends of mine have been on the receiving end of such dramas. Mini fell in love with a Jordanian man, but when their relationship advanced towards talk of marriage, his mother interfered and asked him to stay in Amman. His choice was to do so, or to leave his mother behind and marry Mini. In the end, he stayed – and ended up with a young Jordanian woman who saw eye to eye with his mother about staying in Amman. I am sure that promises of marriage by an Arab man to a western woman end up more often than not thwarted by the man’s mother.
Another one of my aunts was asked what she would do if her son, at the time studying in the UK, married a British girl. “I told my son when he’s living there he can have his fun and do whatever he wants,” she said. “But he knows that when he’s ready to get married he’ll let me know, and I’ll find him a nice bint [girl] in Damascus.”
When he moved to Dubai for work, his family lined up a few good prospects for him to meet. But none worked out, and recently his mother was devastated to find out that he had, after all, married a British girl, and they are expecting their first child.
She stopped visiting him.