Cultures, traditions and ceremonies differ from country to country. The Moroccan wedding ceremony is special, rich and quite elaborate. The wedding ceremony I attended in my hometown last weekend is no exception.
The ceremony took place in a very large villa which had been built for various celebrations. It was excellently furnished and nicely decorated. It includes embroidered couches, nice sofas, and comfortable upscale furniture.
There were large set tables surrounded by ten chairs each. The light from chandeliers above added to the beauty of the atmosphere. The waiters in their white shirts and black slacks and bowties were extremely attentive, very courteous, and friendly. At 9 o’clock, the guests started to arrive. They were dressed up to the finest. Men were wearing their most expensive and most beautiful attires. Most women dressed up to the nines. They were wearing gorgeous Kaftans or Takchitas or Djellabas – all Moroccan traditional robes. Suddenly the sound of drums and trumpets and the ecstatic singing filled the air. The guests stood up and craned their necks to see the entering bride. Many began to dance to the tone of the music of the orchestra. The bride and the groom greeted the audience with smiles and hand gestures. Dressed in her Moroccan wedding gown of brightly colored silk and embroidered with gold, the bride hand in hand with her husband walked in slowly followed by three women. The latter are in charge of beautifying the bride and changing her into various traditional outfits. They had adorned her with heavy jewellery and darkened her eyes with kohl. Her hands and feet had also been painted with the henna the night before by a special artist who had used intricate floral and geometric design in the presence of friends and relatives.
After the bride and the groom had sat on their throne facing the guests, the waiters served them milk and dates. The orchestra sang all kinds of Moroccan pop songs. From time to time the bride and groom would go out to change their attire. They wore clothes that represented each region of Morocco: Fassi, Sussi, Rabati and Zemoui clothes. Whenever they changed clothes the band would sing the songs of that region.
Midnight was time for dinner. They served various sumptuous dishes. There were more than three helpings.
At 4 o'clock, the band was still playing. Then, the waiters served tea and cakes. It was a breakfast for me. I wished the new couple good luck and a blissful marital life. I was sleep-deprived and tired. So, I left.