My experiences have been far easier than many women I know here. But surprisingly, out of all my female friends, the Moroccan women–covered and uncovered–report far higher rates of harassment. Their encounters tend to be frequent, invasive, and uncomfortable bordering on a feeling of violation. Some have had worse experiences. I know Moroccan women who are deeply religious and follow their religion to the letter. Yet they still encounter these daily violations.

Regarding clothing, even in the United States women who are victims of rape sometimes encounter arguments like “This happened to you because you were wearing tempting clothing.” Do you think that justifies a sexual assault? Can you see the similarity to what you’re saying? What if I told you that I think men should cover their skin and hair to minimize their beauty? Would it be okay for me to verbally harass, touch, or sexually assault you because of what you were wearing?

Men–in any culture–should strive to behave like human beings, not animals. What does it say about their own religious beliefs if they are constantly seeking sex? What does it say about their upbringing? Their manners?

I’m not casting aspersions on your beliefs; I’m merely pointing out that everything I have encountered here in the past two years points to a cultural, rather than religious, issue.

There are many things about Morocco and Moroccan culture that I think far outstrip the United States. Family is valued here in a way that it has not been valued for decades, maybe centuries, in the US. In nearly every way, this culture is the warmest, most welcoming one that I have ever encountered. I love living here. If some cat-calls on the street are the price of being part of a culture that I think is inspiring and wonderful, then I’m willing to accept that. But that doesn’t mean I can’t laugh about it a little, too.

Another option is substituting crushed, roasted peanuts for the walnuts. I haven’t tried it, but I think it would be delicious.