Naif Souq

Dubai Mall took centre stage. The older feel holds true despite certain merchants who gripe about the complex still being a ‘box/cabin’ market on account of the cubicle size of most shops. At the entrance of the mall, a marble plaque states its earlier inauguration date as 1970 and the post-fire date as 2010. The building has been designed evidently to evoke the sense of history and tradition that was prevalent in the earlier structure. Even right outside the souq, shops speckle the streets, and one can tell from their names that they mostly all deal in clothes: Hassan Ismail Abdullah, Maknas textiles, Salalah Textiles, Readymade garments — all near gate number 3, with merchants beckoning prospective shoppers to snap up the best deals. The new-old marketplace has revamped facilities. There are 218 shops in the air-conditioned, modernised souq. There is space for 100 cars to park. And there are three levels selling everything from faux-leather bags, baby clothes, toys, abayas, scarves, nighties and jellabiyas (one piece traditional Egyptian garment) to pashminas, sunglasses and flat shoes from China. While predominantly a clothing and textile hub, there is enough for it to be an intriguing sightseeing spot for both tourists and locals alike, looking for more than just clothes. Bargaining is big in Naif Souq. Scarves with printed motifs of tech company Apple’s famous icon selling for Dh15, but coming down to Dh10 the moment you move on to the next shop. Cries of “Yes Madam, I give good price” resonate on the mosaic floors. Another major attraction seems to be the selling of bukhoor — wood and brick chips soaked in deeply fragrant oils — that, as the shopkeepers tell you, are used to sweeten the smell of burning coal. Bukhoor holders come in various shapes and sizes and cost anything up from Dh15 to Dh300. An ubiquitous bukhoor burner is the ceramic figure of a shaikh wearing a red gutraah (headdress) and yellow goggles, and its feminine counterpart, a woman in a black abaya, both figures holding a container for the bukhoor. Abdul Dahri, a merchant from Paktika in Afghanistan, who has been in Naif for nine years, remembers the fire that caused him much pain as his business suffered and he had to cut down from three meals to two a day because he couldn’t afford naan. As he tries to sell abayas to every woman who crosses his path, even those who don’t wear abayas, he makes a plea: business is not good. He hasn’t had a sale all day and is willing to slash the price of any piece of clothing you pick from his ground-floor ‘box’ shop. The price of an abaya ranges anything from Dh50 to Dh1,000, depending on the cloth, cut and design. Copyright issues are evidently overseen as a ‘Bin and Jerry’ ice cream counter near the escalator on the first floor attracts a crowd of teenagers. The manager at the ice cream parlour, unwilling to be named, has his own take on the taste buds of people from different regions. People from India like butterscotch, people from Pakistan like coffee, and South Africans order mostly mixed fruit flavour.