How Do I Blog Thee, Jordan

I am currently under tremendous pressure to be original and abnormally patriotic, it’s Blog About Jordan day. With all what the other bloggers will creatively write, it’s so darn hard to maneuver this unspoken peer pressure from people I have never even met.

My mother was born in Amman to parents who did not speak Arabic, my dad in a poor village in Karak to a woman who had a tattooed chin and a man who spoke Turkish, Armenian, and Arabic. My paternal aunt got married at 12, my maternal uncle was killed in a car accident, I have an uncle who was a tailor then became a professional boxer, and another who was captured by the Israelis in the 1967 war. My family was Christian, and some say Jewish, in a time not so far away.

Despite its shortcomings, Jordan is my history, and as such, it is irreplaceable.