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While a lot of Darija’s vocabulary comes from Arabic and Amazigh, there are many words that have entered the language thanks to French, Spanish, and other languages. Some words remain unaltered, while others have been changed to varying degrees. Additionally, some Arabic words used in Morocco are used in a different context than within MSA. Furthermore, some words from classical Arabic have withstood the test of time in Morocco, yet are no longer used in MSA. There are also words that are unique to Darija, with no traceable roots of sources outside Morocco.
Passive phrases aren’t common in any forms of Arabic, but are arguably less common in Moroccan Darija.
Inside the garage are brown boxes full of ornate silver ibriks and rusty tanajir, Mama’s old pots. An oversized wooden bookshelf looms at the back, a pillar keeping the garage upright. The shelf is an Arab museum. Mosaic blue and white tiles spared from old bathroom renovations on the bottom, an assortment of maroon acrylic vases take up top shelf real estate. As I got older, I came to understand that my mum was a hoarder. As a family of first-generation Palestinian-Lebanese migrants, we only had trash to store and even less to inherit. Two large argilehs, pipes dd across their gold and green stained-glass bodies, are placed side-by-side on the middle shelf. The argilehs were gifted to us by Tante Farida, Amo Wa’el’s wife. They only came out when she was over. Tante Farida spent every other weeknight with Mama watching episodes of Bab al Harra, a popular Syrian soap opera set in 19th century Damascus while complaining about her ajnabi Westernised son Haissam, now Hamish, who lived with his Polish girlfriend Natalia.
She responded by shouting “Hmar!” which is Arabic for “donkey.” Basically, she called him a dumbass.
As for his mom, he said she has no idea who Cardi B or Megan Thee Stallion is and so far he hasn’t told her about the song. He assumes she’ll just say, “Oh, OK, cool.'”
Ok. I’m going to ignore the butterflies in a trail of fairy-dust and focus on the Arabic, which I imagine this chick wanted to say “Big Mamma,” but since idiomatic expressions don’t really translate (huge surprise there, homeslice), it now says “The Large Mother” across her foot. Nice.
The most important implication seems to be the extent of cultural diffusion of popular music, television, and movies. Many radio stations play the same hits that are being played in the US, Britain, France, as well as non-Western countries. Movies channels often play uncensored versions of French and American movies with Arabic subtitles. Moroccan youth are extremely active on Facebook (I fear I might have to begin blocking notifications from a few of my new acquaintances) and I have stayed in close contact with a few people from Fes that I consider good friends. I assumed that the importation of so much Western culture would inevitably overshadow and threaten the survival of traditional Moroccan music, as well as television and films produced here in Morocco. While I recognize that this might be called an orientalist perspective, I remain worried. While there is not really a limit to the amount of music, movies, and television that people can produce, there is certainly a limit to the amount of these products that consumers can and will consume- a sort of artistic carrying capacity. But, Moroccan consumers don’t necessarily see it this way- they are simply consuming the music, TV, and Buzzfeed quizzes which they enjoy the most. On a micro level, they are acting rationally. Only time will tell what implications this has for Moroccan productions.
Once arriving in Morocco, it didn’t take long before I came to the realization that I would be treated differently because of my gender. Simply walking down the street can become an extremely uncomfortable task as I become subjected to various cat-calling, whistling, and poor pick up attempts. The harassment women face on a day-to-day basis is strikingly different from anything I would have to deal with in the States. The type of respect and autonomy granted to me in the states is non-existent here, as I am constantly objectified and demeaned. Walking around the city, it is apparent that there are big differences between the two genders. Most women wear Djellabas and head scarfs, covering almost all of their bodies and figures, swallowing it into a long d of cloth. There are some women who wear ‘western’ clothing (tight jeans, cute shirts), but it is rare, and if so, it is almost always more conventionally or complimented with a traditional headscarf. Although the dress and general appearance of all women on the streets might differ slightly, almost all are dressed more conservatively than the men.
I studied Arabic in Jordan for 2 months this past summer. While I didn't have any romantic relationships, I did get to stay with a host family. Unfortunately, everyone spoke pretty good English (except for the mom), so I didn't really speak Arabic as much as I should have.
Thanks for your experience,Now I fall in love with 1 Egyptian guy,,of course he can’t speak English,,This is big problem for communicate ..I am Thailandia and also I cant speak English well.Our relation ship only He will hold my hand and hug me some time…even kiss we are never…mostly we met each other in Shopping mall and talking by 25 percent of IEnglish and 10 percent in Arabic….What’s going on??
