I met up with an old friend of mine today for coffee in the city centre. We had loads of catching up to do and before sitting down at a café decided to take a walk. The main shopping street in Stockholm being Drottninggatan or Queen Street, we strolled along it eyeing the stores and chatting away like usual. A man comes out of nowhere and walks alongside us.
Man: Weren't you on TV a while back?
Man: It makes me so proud. Ahhh!!!! Clean, fresh, Muslim women!
Me, thinking to myself: What the...??!
Man: You know I am Muslim myself, from Morocco.
Man: Ahh you know I'm thinking of getting married and I don't want a mattress like these girls here, you know what I mean?
Man: Yeah I'm telling you, no, I want a clean, fresh, Muslim woman!! And she should want lots of kids, ha ha ha you know what I mean? And I'm thinking, should I go back home and get a wife or should I find one here. You know, if I get one in Morocco it means I have to pay 50 000 kr every three years.
Me, by now so dumbfounded I actually wanna know why he needs to pay 50 000 kr: Umm, why 50 000?
Man: Well you see, she will wanna go back every now and then and show her parents what she's got, and if we have kids too, well, then she will wanna show her kids to her parents and you know, I can't be selfish, I am not a selfish man.
Praise the Lord, he is a saint...
Man: Yeah these people here, akhhhhh! Disgusting! They only spread diseases amongst themselves, yeah I'm telling you, don't you believe me?
Me: Hmm, if you say so.
Man (almost jumping up and down while he speaks): Yeah, but there's nothing like a clean, fresh, Muslim woman who wants lots of kids!!! I heard the local Mosque helps people find partners, do you now anything about it?
Me: I don't know anything about that, but I am sure they know Moroccan families (i.e. future victims), maybe you should go talk to them.
Man: Yeah, you know I am at an age where I need to get married, and there's nothing wrong with me you know, (and he takes out his hand and starts counting on his fingers), I have money, my own 3 bedroom apartment, I have my own company that I started, I am a mohtaram (respectful) Muslim, you know what I mean?
What a huge shock he ain't married yet...
We later on enter a café, in dire need of both coffee and tea after that clean, fresh, Muslim woman encounter. So we sit down on a sofa in the Café, sipping our tea and watching people go in and out.
On the same sofa further away, a woman in her mid-forties is sitting alone with a cup of coffee. From the corner of my eye I notice some strange hand movements. I turn my head to my right to see what she's doing.
In her hand, she's holding a tweezer and casually plucking the hairs from under her chin like it was the most natural thing to do in a coffee shop in central Stockholm.
I turned to my friend and gave her one look. We put our coffee and tea down and decided to call it a night.