Archived entries for Jordan

CEDAW: Pseudo Science & Pseudo Care

There’s a lot going on lately in Jordan and the Arab world to tempt one to claw their faces off. But I won’t claw my face off, because I obviously need it.

It seems to me that there is a growing tendency for Jordanian conservatives to pose as pseudo-scientists of late, and this is most evident in their refusal of the CEDAW (Convention for the Elimination of All Forms of Discrimination against Women) which, interestingly enough, was not even signed within the last decade (signed in 1992) and was ratified in 2007. The uproar caused by the country’s recent lifting of its reservations on one of the three articles it originally objected to has been quite telling. It sort of opened Pandora’s Box of Medieval retardedness.

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ماذا حصل في الرابية؟

أنشر هنا تسجيلاً لأحداث الرابية كما يرويها صديقي هشام البستاني, أحد المشاركين في المظاهرات

يومٌ دامٍ في عَمّان

هشام البستاني*


ياسر ابو هلالة صحفي شجاع، وهو بالاضافة الى ذلك مدير مكتب الجزيرة في عمان، وتعرض للضرب والاهانة، مثله مثل باقي الناس المتواجدين في المظاهرة التي انطلقت ظهر أمس الجمعة 9/1/2009 في الرابية، الضاحية العمانية التي تستقر بها سفارة الكيان الصهيوني.


لكن لأن الجزيرة تملك ثقلاً اعلامياً كبيراً، ولأن خبر ضربه ظهر مباشرة على الشريط الاخباري، ومن ثم في نشرة الاخبار، فقد تلقى على الفور مكالمة من الملك الاردني للاطمئنان على صحته، تبعته زيارة له من قبل رئيس الوزراء نادر الذهبي ووزير الداخلية عيد الفايز والناطق الرسمي باسم الحكومة ناصر جودة، وظهروا يُقَبّلونه معتذرين والابتسامات على محياهم، مُعْلِمينه بأنهم شكلوا لجنة للتحقيق في الحادث المؤسف، ومؤكدين له أنها حادثة فردية.


حادثة فردية؟ الآن نسأل هؤلاء المسؤولين جميعاً: ماذا عن عشراتٍ من الآخرين الذي تلقوا الشتائم والاهانات والضرب المبرح بالهروات واللكم والركل والدعس في البطون؟ من سيعتذر لهم؟ ومن سيشكل لجان تحقيق حول ما تعرضوا له؟ والى متى سيظل المواطن في الاردن رخيصاً الى درجة ان صلاحيات رجال الامن تشمل ضربه وسبه والدعس في بطنه؟ الى متى سيظل المواطن “حادثة فردية”ØŸ

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Jordanian Women vs. Nationality

The Jordan Times published a revealing first-person account of the sheer sexism of Jordanian law with regards to Jordanian women married to non-Jordanian men. (Reverse the situation: Jordanian men married to non-Jordanian women, and you shall have a smooth sailing). Read:

A Jordanian family of men?

Nermeen Murad

Almost two years ago I wrote my first column at The Jordan Times and expressed my incredulity at my family being denied membership of the Jordanian family.

My husband and children have not only been denied citizenship, they have also been subjected to a series of what I would call xenophobic legislation and directives that certainly ensure they could never claim that they belong here.

Two years on, I have become resigned to the fact that Jordan, with its current social and political mindset, will resist any attempt from my side to add my small family’s imported name to the list of Jordanian family names. This I do with regret for my children who will never comprehend why their mother’s country rejected them outright and without compromise.

But this doesn’t mean that I will give up the fight, at least for reduced bureaucracy in dealing with the affairs of the spouse and children of a Jordanian woman, regardless of their nationality.

Hence, here I go again.

Two weeks ago, the Jordanian Ministry of Education saw fit to allow the foreign children of a Jordanian woman to enrol in public schools. I don’t want to go on about how shocking it is that they had been kept out of these schools for so long. I will instead concentrate on welcoming the positive and calling for even more movement in that direction.

Let me please describe the situation. The husband of a Jordanian woman is treated exactly like any foreign labourer and has no special categorisation that even slightly improves his standing with the authorities in the country.

In plain Arabic speak, he has no wasta! He and every other menial worker who enters Jordan are given the same treatment.

So, therefore, when he buys a car, he needs security clearance. When he buys a house, he needs security clearance. He renews his driver’s licence every single year and every year he pays the fees again. He renews his visa every year and, of course, has to go through the same procedure as the domestic helper, registering his address at the local police station and then taking all his documentation to the different departments associated with the Ministry of Interior. My children carry an iqama, exactly like the contracted workers, and my husband has the added pleasure of also carrying a work permit.

The husband of a Jordanian woman cannot simply decide to live in Jordan without work because it is the work that allows him to have a residency and not his marriage.

I look forward to making arrangements for retirement in any other country in the world that will be happy to allow my husband and I to retire in peace without an annual hassle; my country has so far not made allowances for that possibility.

In fact, an anomaly appeared the other day when we began procedures to employ a domestic helper under my husband’s name, only to find out that he has to put JD2,000 deposit as a guarantee against the import of a house helper.

This is the same treatment allocated to passing foreigners in the country and does not begin to allow for the fact that he resides here in Jordan because he is the lifetime partner of a Jordanian citizen, albeit a women.

I asked the other day at a brokerage firm whether I could create small investment portfolios for my minor children only to find out that the law had a relapse against me in this regard.

Apparently I, their mother, cannot be the guardian of my minor children, because that is the father’s prerogative and therefore any funds invested on their behalf by me is under the control of their father.

If Jordan cannot bring itself to welcome our husbands and children as honoured citizens of the Jordanian family, then let it at least welcome them as honoured guests.

Directives such as the one that allowed the children of a Jordanian woman into schools are to be commended and encouraged. But they must be followed by other such steps that recognise the special status of this sector of society and seeks to make its members welcome in their adopted home.

One-year residency should be replaced with five-year residencies, followed by permanent residency for the relatives of a female Jordanian citizen. Sale or purchase of personal property, i.e., houses and cars, should be routine for the spouses and children of a Jordanian woman.

Irregularities in the law which favour male members of the Jordanian family over female siblings should be reduced and in time, removed. Then, we can honestly claim to be home to the one Jordanian family.

Nermeen34@aol.com

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This is truly a slap on the face of justice.

شراء الأحزاب الأردنية

الفايز: 50 الف دينار للحزب سنويا تصرف على دفعتين

عمان: الرأي – أقر مجلس الوزراء في جلسته التي عقدها أمس برئاسة رئيس الوزراء نادر الذهبي نظام المساهمة في تمويل الأحزاب.
وقال وزير الداخلية عيد الفايز في تصريح صحافي أمس ان الحكومة بموجب النظام ستقدم مساهمة مالية للحزب مقدارها (50) الف دينار سنويا تقدم على دفعتين، الاولى في شهر حزيران والثانية في شهر كانون الاول من نفس العام شريطة التزام الحزب باحكام القانون.
وبين الفايز ان هذه المساهمة توجه لإنفاق الحزب كبدل إيجارات للمقارات ورواتب للعاملين في الحزب، إضافة إلى النفقات التشغيلية.
واكد السيد وزير الداخلية على ان القانون اشترط ان توضع ايرادات الحزب لدى البنوك الاردنية، وان تحدد أعلى هيئة تنفيذية في الحزب وفقا لنظامة الأساسي والأشخاص المعتمدين بالتوقيع على أوامر الصرف.
وبين الفايز ان النظام جاء بناء على ما تضمنه بند الموازنة العامة للدولة للمساهمة في تمويل الاحزاب السياسية من اموال الخزينة، والتي تحدد وفقا لأسس وشروط حالات المنح والحرمان واليات وسياسات الصرف بناء على ما ورد في قانون الاحزاب السياسية.

و على رأي المثل: طعمي التم بتستحي العين

JOCR8: Creating An Artistic Jordan

I’ve been to JOCR8 by chance a couple of weeks ago and I was deeply impressed by the sheer energy that powers the portal, only to be contacted by the people behind it soon afterwards to write a review of the site.

About JOCR8:

JoCr8 is a portal to connect visual communicators in Jordan. This includes everyone who practices any of the visual arts disciplines; from the traditional painter to the designer to the 3D artist. It’s also a magazine with interviews and articles on visual media whether in Jordan, the region, or beyond.

There really isn’t much one can add to that except to note that the portal not only bestows a “community status” on the otherwise scattered visual artists in the country, but it also does a laudable effort to publicize their works, and it even lists available job vacancies for the people in the field!

One word: Bravo!

SexEd Up

Education about sex and reproduction needs to be taken seriously in our culture so we can avoid many of the problems we face today: the “taboo” nature of sex which renders it all the more alluring and at the same time degrading in nature, the relatively high birth rates, young marriages, honor crimes, dumpster babies, and all sorts of other evils.

My only exposure to sex education during school was when in 6th grade a friend of mine had a Q&A booklet about the issue with her in class. We “sort of” enjoyed reading the booklet until our Islamic Religion teacher busted us and confiscated it, but did not inform the headmistress of our misconduct. Then in around 10th grade, we got acquainted with the very technical names of our reproductive organs, all drawn out in color in biology books. The teacher blushed during the two classes when she “sort of” explained some things to us like ovulation, menstruation, and how babies are made.

My point is this: none of the above “lessons” was memorable or useful in giving us, the mothers of the future, any sort of well-founded understanding of this pivotal aspect of our lives. The problem with that approach to sex education, being all biological because the culture does not permit further boldness, is that girls and boys will get their information elsewhere. Trust me, they will listen to anyone willing to talk about sex and they will get a really, REALLY demented version of it. I was in an all-girls public high school and I know what I am talking about. The things and stories girls told each other were unhealthy, untrue, and entirely grotesque.

On a relevant note, read this article about sex ed mostly in America.

Critique: Local Short Films

A couple of nights ago I accidentally ended up at an event at the Royal Film Commission because my friend who was hanging out with me at the time wanted to go and the affair sounded interesting so we went together. There was a screening of three short Jordanian movies by local talents, and we watched all three standing up because there were more people present than chairs. The films were: Al Balkooneh, Hara 13, and Bitter Pineapples. Unfortunately, I don’t have the names of the directors.

The open-air event was well organized and I generally liked it, but I noticed the following things about the films themselves:

1- All three of them were set up in old Ammani neighborhoods, with a touch of romantic poverty.
2- All three of them featured lower-middle class to lower-class characters struggling either in love or family relations.
3- All three films’ scripts did not come across as convincing to me. There were Bedouin characters in one film where the setting was an Ammani neighborhood, and dialog in all three scripts was not true to life. For example, in two of the three movies there were “zo3ran” characters who really did not sound the part to me. I am guessing that because there is a significant class distance between the films’ staffs and the characters in these films that this was so. Plus, I know too much street language to be convinced with anything that distant from the real thing.
4- The stories, although set in lower-middle class neighborhoods and featuring fit characters, carried with them the controversies and concerns of their upper-middle and upper class makers. As such, there were some gaps in the stories which rendered them untrue to their settings.

Overall, however, I was impressed with the motivation these young film makers had and with the quality of their work. It’s so refreshing to feel that there is a cultural renaissance in the making here in Jordan, but for it to really be representative of us all as Jordanians and Arabs, it has to involve people from all classes and not just privileged upper class talents who can afford to realize their artistic visions.

The Camels, Again

Remember the camels? They are still around. Only now, they actually roam the streets surrounding where they graze and they some times defy passing cars by posing in the middle of the street. I don’t think this is legal.

I know how popular the camels are with you guys, so I took a couple of pictures with my phone for your viewing pleasure. If this sounds like I am confirming the stereotype of Arabs as camel-herding people, then let me unequivocally say that I am as amused as anyone by these REALLY big creatures being loose like this very close to where I live. It’s bizarre.

An Immodest Indulgence: Book Orgy

If you have not yet been to the Amman Book Fair, you must go as soon as possible. The event ends on the 25th, and it is hosted at the Arab Society College on a hilltop opposite the Jordan University campus. Make sure to get cold water with you when you go because it is hot there, and dress lightly. There is a designated parking space outside the premises, and the fair is very organized like the previous one, but on a larger scale.

Ah. How I love books! I had a terrific time this morning when I went to the Amman Book Fair with my sisters, bookish women like me, and we spent whatever was left of our salaries on books, sweet seductive books! There were awesome deals in the UBCC stand, the Ahliyya stand, and MES Publishing stand; the three houses where we splurged the most.

I couldn’t get every book I wanted but I got a handsome portion of what I liked. My selections ranged from Orhan Pamuk to Nawal Sadaawi to Ibsen to Nietzsche to Son’allah Ibrahim. I am going again next week, and then I plan to buy works by Freud, Darwin, Spinoza, Marx, and Edgar Allan Poe, among others.

I was delighted today to realize that I am not starting with nothing in my ongoing library-building endeavors, that I actually have a respectable collection in my library and my mind so I do not have to start from scratch. That I found out by the number of books I snubbed because I have already read. Chasing knowledge is a fool’s occupation, true, but it’s an honorable martyrdom. My problem now is that there is not enough space in my room to hold the results of my bibliophilia.

Addendum: The prices at the three stands I mentioned were the best. At UBCC there are books for one-two-three JDs only, at Ahliyya I bought all of the Arabic titles for half the price written on the cover, and at MES (Al Nothom Al Haditha) I bought all the blue-covers for a little less than the cover price, and in all cases you find books for less than you would if you are going to buy them from regular bookshops. I can’t say the same about other stands though, at Collins books were more expensive than at Prime Mega Store, so you need to have an idea about prices before fishing for your wallet.

NEW! Noor T-shirts!

I was at the mall the other day and I saw these kids’ t-shirts featuring Noor and Mohannad, the stars of the ultra-popular Turkish soap opera currently dominating airtime on Arab TVs, and I thought “You’ve GOT to be kidding me!

It’s one thing to be fascinated by the characters or the plot of the story as an adult (you’re old enough to decide for yourself what to like and what to dislike, and if you ask me you’ve got poor taste in drama if you like Noor, but whatever), but to have children wear pictures of some actors who play mature roles is beyond unacceptable. The trouble is that children, especially young girls, are captivated by the show as well, due to the influence of the adults in their families or through peer pressure. This is sick and it says a lot about the depravity of our society.

And for good measure, Bab Al-Hara characters also had their own t-shirts. I am dreading Ramadan…

All of this reminds me of the Cassandra mania, which was a mid-90s social obsession with a Mexican soap opera with Arabic voice overs. One of my school friends at the time wrote in my notebook “You’re prettier than Cassandra,” and she signed her words with a sticker featuring Cassandra herself, with her long black hair and shoulderless and sleeveless white top. Cassandra skirts, colorful wrinkled gypsy-type long skirts, were all over the market and most girls wore them for a year or two. Cassandra’s lover, Ignazio (?), was the epitome of masculine appeal, as is this Turkish character Mohannad these days.

It seems to me that our society is programmed to fall in love with TV dramas every now and then, and it goes out of its way to prove its devotion. Heck, Jordan even hosted Noor and Mohannad the other day! If this is not an indication of some chronic voidness, I don’t know what is.