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ماذا حصل في الرابية؟

In Jordan, عربي on January 10, 2009 at 3:09 pm

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”؟

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Jordanian Women vs. Nationality

In Jordan, Wonder Woman on September 15, 2008 at 10:56 am

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

In Jordan, عربي on September 3, 2008 at 11:22 am

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

In Jordan on August 12, 2008 at 1:25 pm

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

In Culture Arabia, Jordan on August 1, 2008 at 12:29 am

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

In Culture Arabia, Jordan on July 31, 2008 at 3:56 pm

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

In Bizarro, Jordan on July 24, 2008 at 7:57 pm

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

In Jordan, Love on July 17, 2008 at 1:16 pm

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!

In Jordan, Opinion on July 12, 2008 at 7:18 am

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.

Gender Equality Campaign in Jordan

In Jordan, Wonder Woman on July 10, 2008 at 8:27 am

I got this press release in my inbox from a Jordanian gender equality campaign, as did other bloggers- I am sure, and I felt compelled to spread the word:

Gender Equality, Made in Jordan

Young Jordanians using new methods for new audiences

Amman 5th July 2008-As part of a local initiative, groups of young Jordanians have been seen in various areas of Amman handing out badges, stickers and posters. This is all part of the Gender Equality Campaign, which is just being launched in Jordan. A number of local Jordanian NGOs have cooperated with some individuals and companies from the private sector to help support this campaign and the young Jordanians working on it.

The Gender Equality Campaign was created as part of a homegrown initiative by a group of young Jordanians who are committed to the idea of justice and equality for the women and men of Jordan. The main purpose of this campaign is to educate the public in Jordan about women’s rights and to mobilize the community to take action to address this human rights issue in Jordan.

The main component of this campaign is to provide a channel for dialogue for people to discuss this issue in Jordan. The foundation of this new channel is to target all aspects of Jordanian society, taking the issue of gender equality outside the walls of conferences, workshops and offices.

This channel is being opened by the young campaigners, using the logo that they created. The logo of the campaign illustrates the wishes, hopes and ambitions of the young Jordanian campaigners. It is a symbol that represents the rights, duties, and dreams for us all, pink for women, blue for men.

As part of the Gender Equality Campaign, permission was gained by one of the supporting local NGOs from the Greater Amman Municipality to install two sets of monuments with its logo. One is on Tabarbour Circle, the other on Middle East Circle in Al-Wihdat. The hope of the young Jordanian campaigners is to gain permission to install similar monuments in other areas around Amman in the near future.

-The End-

Gender Equality Campaign

This campaign was created as part of an initiative by a group of young Jordanians who are committed to the idea of justice and equality for the women and men of Jordan. The main purpose of the Gender Equality Campaign is to educate the public in Jordan about Women’s Rights and to mobilize the community to take action to address this human rights issue in Jordan.

The vision for the campaign is to increase the level of awareness and commitment to women’s rights in Jordanian society. Furthermore, the mission is to create a channel for a broad based dialogue about the rights and roles of women in Jordan.

Contact Details:

Lulwa Al-Kilani Dina Liddawi

Gender Equality Campaigner Gender Equality Campaigner

Email: genderequalityc@gmail.com

Telephone: +962 77 90 6 90 40 Telephone: +962 77 9999 187

It’s positively refreshing to see a local effort being made by local women and men eager to improve the stereotypical gender images in Jordan. Oh and by the way, I saw one of the monuments the other day while I was driving: it is basically two columns, one blue and one pink, and the blue column is taller than the pink one. ” It is a symbol that represents the rights, duties, and dreams for us all, pink for women, blue for men.”

If you would like to get in on the fun, join the campaigners in downtown Amman on July 12th, where they will speak to people and spread the word, which is so groovy. You have the contact details of the campaign, so don’t hesitate to get in touch if you need directions or have any questions!

Go, gender equality, go!

Kharoofi Kharoofi

In Jordan on June 15, 2008 at 8:48 pm

This is an awesome, awesome Jordanian song which my brother gave me. It’s called “Kharoofi Kharoofi” and I think it’s done by a guy called Raja’i Qawwas (although I am not sure, if you know for certain, please indicate the name of the singer). I am in love with it, it’s so great because it reminds me of 1990s Abu Yousef material, it’s hilarious and so well done, and so very Jordanian:

DOWNLOAD HERE: 5arofi-5arofi

Seebak men ala3eebak.

City Colors

In Jordan, Picturesque on June 7, 2008 at 11:00 pm

I went downtown today with my mother, to buy some books and other items. Threads and needles, brown paper bags, gift wrapping paper…

Downtown Amman

The Mosaic Class

In Jordan, Life on June 5, 2008 at 10:11 pm

I went to Madaba today to enroll in a mosaic class at a workshop owned and run by a mosaic artist and instructor who also teaches at the Madaba Institute for Mosaic Art and Restoration (previously The School of Mosaics of Madaba).

It took me and my sister a bit of time to get to the exact location of the workshop, thanks to several natives who gave us wrong directions. Our instructor gave us a tour of the Institute, a modern workshop which awards diplomas to students who have finished high school, both in the production and restoration of mosaic art in the model of the Italian school.

We also went to Virgin Mary Church at the Madaba Archaeological Park, which was an enriching experience especially since it seems that I really like ancient churches and church ruins for some reason. They feel entirely holy to me — to be complemented by incense and a dark mood listening to Gregorian.

The Virgin Mary Church even had two subterranean chambers where the monks used to store food and other items. Very eerie, I loved it! Perfect with the above mentioned settings and mood.

Contemporary mosaic at the institute:

Virgin Mary Church mosaic:

More pics here:

Mosaic Class in Madaba

Needless to say, I am very much looking forward to the start of this course. I’ve been wanting to learn this art for years. The downer is that I will have to cut my nails before classes start, and I found a better-looking lion than the one I plan to make.

Has Anyone Been Watching Nart TV?

In Jordan, Opinion on June 5, 2008 at 9:15 am

Nart TV (National Adiga Radio & Television) is such a great idea that I can’t believe a similar initiative was not born years ago. The TV station aims to reach Circassian viewers and to spread Circassian traditions, culinary arts, and language. This is important because as the official website of Nart TV says “the language is almost not spoken within the many Circassian communities today and virtually about to go extinct among our youth of Circassian descent. The disappearance of the language would not only be a loss of world’s linguistic heritage, it would also open the door to the gradual loss of Circassian culture around the world.”


The Circassian flag, used in Nart TV logo.

The word “nart” means chevalier or horseman and it’s the name of one of my cousins. My own parents (both of them, which I find very cute) always have the tv on Nart to watch either dancing, or traditional cooking, or even to learn the language. My mother, albeit Circassian, did not receive a solid linguistic instruction from her mother or father. Living in the heart of Amman at the time, right around the Roman Amphitheater, she was brought up to speak Arabic rather than Circassian. She understands it though, and can speak it if spoken to, but she never could make a serious effort to teach us her language.

This is heart warming really. I think what the young people at Nart TV are doing is a commendable effort, and a large part of it is actually volunteer work. Another one of my cousins is a volunteer there, and very much encouraged by his family, as I imagine all the other Adiga youth in Jordan are, to help the channel any way possible. I heard they had a bazaar the other day to support the channel. It’s all good.

They should also enlist the help of the talented Circassian “visual artists;” be they graphic designers, art producers, photographers, or others. The Circassian community in Jordan -at least- boasts of an impressive number of these talents and they would do well to help educate young generations about their culture. I also think on the long run they have to have solid partnerships with well-to-do Circassians and corporations, or to generate substantial funds through ads and other endeavors, in order to remain in business. Even if it’s not a for-profit project, it still needs money to function.

Honour Strikes Again

In Jordan, Wonder Woman on June 1, 2008 at 9:58 am

Just the other day I was thinking of the role that women in leadership must play to help society move towards gender equality by cooperating with women’s civil society organizations. This duty is often clouded by “differences” between women in various leadership posts.

At the call of the The Jordanian National Commission for Women (JNCW), women ministers, deputies, mayors, and others met last week to discuss ways to cooperate to lobby for women’s causes in the country. This is a good step forward I think, but I withhold judgment until something tangible comes out of it — like suggestions to achieve equality for women in the various laws.

Take this an example of legal and social discrimination against women in Jordan:

20-year-old kills his sister in so-called honour crime

By Rana Husseini

AMMAN – The criminal prosecutor on Saturday charged a 20-year-old man with the premeditated murder of his younger married sister in the Jordan Valley for reasons related to family honour, official sources said.

The suspect reportedly confessed to stabbing his sibling to death at their family home a day after she was released from custody by the administrative governor, the source told The Jordan Times.

After the incident, the suspect waited for the police to come and arrest him and when they arrived at the scene, he claimed he killed his sibling, who was married at the age of 16 and had a one-year-old child, to cleanse his family’s honour, the source added.

His sister’s husband accused her of seeing other men and she went missing from his home a few days before the incident, according to the source.

“The authorities found the victim and she was detained for a while by the administrative governor, who handed her over to her family on Thursday after her father signed a JD5,000 guarantee that he would not harm his daughter,” the source said.

The victim went home with her father on Thursday and on Friday morning her brother murdered her, the source said, adding that the criminal prosecutor did not press charges against other family members, but ordered her brother detained.

The victim’s husband refused to press charges against the suspect, a source close to the investigation told The Jordan Times.

The victim became the seventh woman to be killed in a so-called honour crime in Jordan since the beginning of the year.

She is also the third woman to be killed for reasons related to family honour in May.

Source: The Jordan Times

Every time something as atrocious as this happens in my country, I feel a piece of me has died. When I think about it, I feel that I am powerless except to shout from the bottom of an abyss. There has to be something you and I can do about it, I hate to think we are so insignificant in the face of organized and legalized murder. What can we do?

Mouse Running All Over Meat in Carrefour (?)

In Jordan on May 29, 2008 at 11:56 pm

I got this video as a forward from several people. Apparently, a mouse was spotted in the meat display section at Carrefour in City Mall Amman. I can’t say this is the precise location of the video, but the people around do talk Jordanian. One man is telling the employee in the video “Oh no we WILL videotape this, because we are paying money in this place.”

Download the clip here:
MouseCarrefour

إنتِ مَرَه

In Jordan, Wonder Woman, عربي on May 12, 2008 at 12:45 pm

هل تؤيد تعديل القانون المتعلق بقضايا جرائم الشرف؟
أؤيد بشدة (55 % )
أؤيد (12 % )
لا أؤيد (11 % )
أرفض بشدة (22 % )
عدد الأصوات : 2862

Al Ghad.

في مثل بحكي : صار للخرى مره و صار يحلف بالطلاق. عزيزي القارئ فهمك كفاية

Another One Bites the Dust

In Jordan, Wonder Woman on May 11, 2008 at 10:12 am

Horrific news this morning, another woman killed for the sake of a myth called honor:

Criminal Prosecutor Amjad Kurdi on Saturday charged a 23-year-old man with the premeditated murder of his younger married sister for reasons related to family honour, official sources said.

Kurdi also charged the victim’s father, mother and sibling of complicity in premeditated murder in connection with the drowning of the 22-year-old at dawn on Saturday.

The 23-year-old suspect, an electrician who got engaged a week before the murder, then placed his sister’s body in the trunk of the car, drove back to Amman, headed to the Jabal Hussein Police Station and informed officers on duty that he murdered his sister to “cleanse his family’s honour”, the source added.

The victim, who was married almost two weeks before the incident, was returned to her family home on Friday by her husband, who questioned “her fidelity”.

The victim’s family interrogated her and she allegedly told them that “she knew a man but was not involved in an affair with him” so they beat her until she almost fainted, the source told The Jordan Times.

The victim tried to resist and informed her brother that she did nothing wrong, but “he did not listen and killed her,” the source added.

Read the full story here

This is the second woman to be slaughtered in cold blood by a male sibling this week, the 6th since the start of 2008. Nobody knows if the husband’s allegations were accurate, the family never bothered and killed the girl anyway, and now how can we ever be sure what went on?* The woman was married so she must have lost her virginity, and the husband decided to report her “infidelity” after two weeks of marriage. At the sound of the word “honor” the victim’s family was taken by some demonic myth and butchered their own daughter.

Will this killer also walk and be hailed a champion of honor?

*Please note that the woman’s being or not being in an affair of sorts should not have spelled out her death sentence. There is no excuse for murder, and least of all for murder in the name of honor. All justifications for that, real or fabricated, should be made illegal.

Quid Pro Quo

In Jordan, Wonder Woman on May 8, 2008 at 1:46 pm

A new atrocity in the name of female genitalia honor was committed in Jordan two days ago. Al Ghad reports that a man killed his 20-something, married and pregnant, sister by shooting her repeatedly in the head. The man then handed himself in and claimed his motive was defending the family’s honor.

The story in Al Ghad does not clarify exactly what the situation was that led to the young woman’s, and her baby’s, death. But there is mention that her brother suspected she was having an affair with a relative. That begs the question: how come the man who’s engaged in an improper relationship with a woman is rarely, if ever, treated with the same cruelty that the woman is subjected to, i.e. death?

In another story, a 19-year old girl was sentenced to serve 15 years in prison (originally to hang to death but the verdict was reduced) for poisoning four members of her family. The story goes that the girl poisoned her parents and two brothers because they had accused her of stealing some money, and let her brother beat her up, in the week prior to the murders. The girl felt she needed to avenge herself and stated that she wanted to “harm them” only and not to kill them when she presented them with poisoned juice, but they died.

There is no excuse for murder that a rational person would hide behind. But, given the situation in our societies, women are extremely marginalized and at the same time there are many doors open to them to pursue education and careers. The resentment resulting from prejudice against them when they have achieved just as much, if not more, than their male counterparts is bound to take shape one way or the other. You can only repress someone for so long, and then they’ll explode in your face and you won’t like it.

If that girl’s family had prevented her brother from beating her up upon accusing her of theft, she would not have been so angry and frustrated with her situation. If that other young woman’s family had cared to check the murderous brother’s actions and attitudes, there would not have been a woman and an unborn baby dead today. A large part of the reason many women are angry is because when they speak up they are violently silenced, when they dare to ask a question they are ridiculed, and when they demand their rights they are robbed of what little privileges they already have.

I am saddened by this current state of affairs. It makes my heart bleed to see the brutality of the patriarchal system that sees women not as companions and equals, but as followers and subjects. This won’t last, though, because hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

The Irony

In Jordan, Wonder Woman on May 6, 2008 at 10:04 am

In today’s news, the Jordan Times reported the following:

Criminal Prosecutor Tareq Shoqerat on Sunday charged a 70-year-old man with the manslaughter of his daughter during a family brawl in Karak at dawn, official sources said.

The 30-year-old victim, who was not identified by officials, was shot twice in the face and head, allegedly by her father, while she was attempting to stop a fight between him and one of her siblings, one official source said. The victim died instantly, the source added.

It’s definitely a good thing that the man’s crime was treated seriously, seeing as the victim is not only female, but also his daughter. These two conditions usually render crimes committed by male relatives against female family members extremely insignificant and very often legally and socially condoned.

The man was angry at his son, and shot his daughter (who stood between the two men) supposedly by accident. The criminal part of the affair is obvious, but how is this situation any different from a man shooting his daughter because he suspects she is damaging the family’s honor? In both cases the man is angry, the daughter is not proven guilty, and oftentimes is not at all guilty (think autopsy that proves she, and her honor/hymen, are intact). So how come legal authorities and society itself look the other way and let murderers out of prison after serving a modest 6 months when the word “honor” is mentioned by virtue of the infamous article 340:

Any man who kills or attacks his wife or any of his female relatives in the act of committing adultery or in an “unlawful bed” benefits from a reduction in penalty.

Is that not giving men a “license to kill” in the name of an imaginary term invented by men themselves? Any man can kill his sister in Jordan for reasons like taking over her finances or her share in inheritance, and he can simply cite honor as his motive, and it would not matter if this woman is not found “guilty” of adultery during her autopsy, and society would hail the murderer as an honorable man.

I am willing to bet that if that 70 year old man cited honor as his motive for killing his daughter, which might be his lawyer’s tactic in the near future — you never know, he would be allowed to walk free and celebrate his 71st birthday at home. The irony.

Mission Impossible

In Jordan on May 5, 2008 at 1:17 pm

I just got this as a forward. I thought it as a very expressive caricature on the situation of real estate prices in Jordan. Owning an apartment has turned into a mission impossible — it requires a Bond kind of guy and a Bionic Woman kind of girl to manage to do it.

Stop This Madness

In Jordan on May 4, 2008 at 2:27 pm

I realize the issue of road safety is the current craze in Jordan, but I feel the media and officials are taking it way too far, and in the wrong direction too.

Al Ghad published a report on road humps, which are so annoyingly common in Amman that drivers deliberately take alternative routes to avoid them. The report says that “citizens” value the humps and urge the municipality to increase their numbers (what citizens? can I punch them in the face?). It also says that the municipality does not install humps which are over 5cm in height, or which are unpainted or unrecognizable. That’s a glaring lie and everyone knows it — plenty of trick humps in Amman and other cities. The municipality is supposedly working on fixing the problematic humps which technically can ruin people’s cars and cause accidents themselves. I suggest they remove them entirely.

I also suggest authorities fix the streets and patch up the numerous random and invisible holes and mend the water drainage holes which lie about 5-10cm below street levels and make our cars dip in them and almost run into either the pavements or other cars trying to avoid them. I suggest the municipality award street building bids to reliable and professional contractors, instead of the random connected engineer who commands a sea of untrained Egyptian workers and then, surprise surprise, the tunnel or bridge chips after the first drops of rain it receives and the street dough cracks and peels. I suggest we stop the wasta tradition, starting with the municipality staff and engineers, and ending with driving coaches and testers, and then we won’t need road humps anymore.

Another piece of news was about the death of a four year old boy in an accident. The boy was run over by a car and passed away, and his father was pretty badly injured. Other similar stories were covered previously by all Jordanian newspapers in an almost press-release format over the past few months. While the tragedy of losing human life to recklessness is obvious, it’s very interesting to me to note that car accidents in years past never got the same attention they are getting now.

Previously, only when 5+ people died in a massive and horrorish accident did we read about that in the papers. Now, whenever an accident happens, it’s right there in the papers. This trend started with the death of Hikmat Qaddoura and the subsequent noise over the accident, including the march and the road safety campaign launched by his family and friends. At that time, I started noticing how the unprecedented buzz generated in the papers about this particular accident touched a sensitive nerve in many people who noted that since the deceased belonged to a wealthy family, his passing away got the kind of attention no road-killed kid from a less affluent family ever got. They argued that kids die every day in Rusaifa and Wihdat, and nobody bothers to publish anything about them.

I am guessing authorities received these notes and digested them well, and from then on, we read in the papers about some unwealthy, often disabled, commoner dying in a road accident. I remember not too long ago there was a story about a blind man’s son, or the blind man himself, passing away after being hit by a car. Today there was the story of the four year old boy, and the trend is obvious.

It’s absolutely fascinating how class differences affect people’s perception of issues. The common Jordanian was angered by the attention to the Qaddoura case on the basis that common kids never got the same attention. The Qaddoura case started things going with a march and an awareness campaign. Now suddenly the Amman municipality and road authorities care about road safety and the media bombard us with pictures of mothers crying over their deceased kids’ coffins. They also make us feel like we’re roaming killers instead of recognizing their faults and the faults within the system. The whole affair is disturbing for the following reasons:

1- Roads suck.
2- Drivers get their licenses a la wasta. No wonder they can’t drive.
3- Driving coaches make so many mistakes and illegal errors themselves when they don’t have their students with them. I see that every day.
4- Amman Municipality is capitalizing on the Qaddoura case and the subsequent attention to road safety to blame everything on us drivers. Again, patch the roads.
5- Sob rhetoric is lame and ineffectual.
6- Class differences will increasingly underscore people’s attitudes towards significant problems.
7- Road humps do not solve the problem. They create angry drivers and broken cars.

And that ends my rant about road safety in Jordan.

Pillars of Salt: A Jordan I Know

In Culture Arabia, Jordan, Literature on May 2, 2008 at 10:53 pm

I am currently reading Pillars of Salt, by Jordanian writer Fadia Faqir. The novel was recommended to me during my college years by Maria Laura Iasci, one of the best teachers I ever had and a reader of this blog (ciao professoressa!) during a class in English-to-Italian translation. I remember we were a class of about seven, all female, and we were assigned passages from the first chapter of the book to translate into Italian. I remember the task of turning the rich English of the text into comprehensible Italian was very challenging.

My then-professor, now-friend, Maria, recommended Pillars of Salt with enthusiasm. I had never heard of Faqir previously, and quite frankly I never heard of her afterwards except from Maria herself who, only a few months ago, recommended yet another book by Faqir. She emphasized that this was a Jordanian writer who treated issues such as honor and gender inequality in this society. Her being a woman was an instant plus as well.

Two days ago, I finally found Faqir’s Pillars of Salt at Prime. I started reading the book tonight and I have not yet finished it, but I was so moved by its realism that I felt compelled to write about it here. I do not know how the story will develop, I do not know if I will enjoy it in the coming pages as I have so far, but I do not think that would alter my reception of it so far.

Pillars of Salt is not only a novel about Jordan, the Bedouin Jordan and the developing Amman, it is a historical account of the situation of Jordanian women, a situation that has remained static for the most part. It relates the story of two women, one Bedouin and the other an Ammani, during and after the British Mandate. In doing so, it reveals the injustices, the myths, and the hardships that clouded and decorated the Jordanian scene.

That above was a brief summary of the novel. My own impressions upon reading it are not different from my sentiments when I used to hear my late aunt recount stories of her childhood in Karak. The stories she told of her father, my grandfather, riding a horse with a jinnee, the stories of men hunting at dawn and sleeping in caves, the stories of women giving birth as they participated in harvest (my grandmother included). Pillars of Salt also relates, but in a more limited way, to my mother’s upbringing in Amman as a Circassian. My mother tells me stories of Cinema Philadelphia, of Syrians and Bedouins flooding the old markets in Amman, and of a girl losing her hair while looking through a drop of oil in a coffee cup to uncover the location of an ancient treasure with the help of jinn.

There seems to have been a common historical fabric that united this Jordan together, and women seem to have been a vital part in this union, albeit in a repressed way. Faqir’s novel taps into that but refrains from making judgment. It recounts the events and seems plot-less precisely because it is so smooth and revealing, and it leaves it to the reader to observe and judge. While reading the novel, I feel like Faqir is narrating my own familial history, which to me has always been the history of the women rather than the men.

To put it in a word, this novel is captivating. Perhaps it is because I can relate to it to a large degree that I feel this way about it, but I believe it will be appreciated equally by others. I do think, though, that people from other cultures would be more taken by the religious-mythical-romantic theme the book has rather than the actual events. It might seem to them that the constant religious remarks and mythical references in the book are tools of style used by the author, but the reality is that these occur in reality exactly like they do in the book. I could hear the characters speak in Arabic Jordanian, although the book is in English. That is a sign of a successful, honest portrayal of Jordan.

Read this book is you’re interested in learning more about Jordan and its mentality and culture. I strongly recommend it and thank Maria for bringing it to my attention. You can also check out Fadia Faqir’s website by clicking here. I do hope this post preaches Faqir to you, she is a truly brilliant writer, and it’s a shame that such Jordanian writers do not get the attention they deserve.

Jabri Bar

In Jordan on April 23, 2008 at 3:15 pm

Since everything is getting more and more expensive in Jordan, everything has been downsized. Including the infamous Jabri bar which has gotten so thin and short that to buy it for 10 piasters is an utter waste of money:

Jordanian Government Lies, AGAIN

In Jordan on April 10, 2008 at 8:45 pm

We don’t do torture. We don’t receive secret prisoners from the CIA. We’re nobody’s bitches. Do you think they will believe us if we told the same lie over and over again?

Jordan is not the only country to which the CIA has sent prisoners for proxy detention. Egypt has held several such prisoners, and Morocco is believed to have held some. Yet the Jordanian intelligence service has long had an exceptionally close and cooperative relationship with the CIA, so the CIA relied heavily on Jordan for holding prisoners outside of the protection of the laws.

In an article on Salon, Joanne Mariner recounts her interviews with men who were held by Jordanian authorities and interrogated, and tortured, for the CIA, all secretly. Read the chilling account here, and if you don’t want to believe it, don’t. Rely on Jordanian newspapers to report the truth, as told by Naser Judeh.

We’re nobody’s bitches, you hear?

Finalmente!

In Italiano, Jordan on April 9, 2008 at 9:25 pm

The Italian cultural center, Società Dante Alighieri, now has a website where you can register for Italian culture, language, and literature classes. There are also courses for kids, and all the instructors are native speakers of Italian. I just discovered the site right now because I want to register in some course. This is huge progress, because previously the Italians were not particularly active in Jordan, and as such, their cultural and linguistic influence was almost invisible. I am hoping the società can change that, and this site is definitely a step in the right direction. Hurrah!

La Società Dante Alighieri ha un sito, finalmente! Si può iscrivirsi ai vari corsi di cultura, lingua, e letteratura italiana offerti dalla società– tutto usando il sito. Ci sono anche corsi di lingua per i bambini. E la cosa più importante per me, è che c’è un indirizzo specifico per la società incluso nel sito, perhcé ho provato tantissime volte a trovare la società a Jabal Lweibdeh, ed è stato tutto inutile. Adess, però, credo che le cose cambiano.

Jordanian Witch Hunt

In Jordan on April 2, 2008 at 12:44 pm

القبض على مشعوذين وسحرة

ضبط الامن الوقائي عددا من الاشخاص في الرصيفة يمارسون اعمال السحر والشعوذة وبحوزتهم الأدوات المستخدمة في ذلك إضافة لقطع نقدية وتماثيل تستخدم لإيهام ضحاياهم بأنها أثرية ومرتبطة بأعمال الشعوذة والسحر.

Oy! First we had missionaries, then camels in the city, and now we are cracking down on witches and sorcerers. I have a tip for law enforcement; I heard there is a really good and expensive fortune teller in Bag3a. I’m not kidding.

This is such a kewl country, man!

Sharaf Garaf

In Jordan on March 28, 2008 at 2:03 pm


الحبس 6 أشهر لقاتل زوجته

اربد- قضت محكمة الجنايات الكبرى أخيراً بحبس شخص دين بتهمة “جنحة القتل العمد المقرون بالعذر القانوني المخفف (سورة الغضب)” لمدة ستة أشهر بعد أن أقدم على قتل زوجته.

وتتلخص وقائع القضية بأن المتهم (38 عاماً) مصري الجنسية وزوجته أردنية كان قد غادر من منزله إلى مكان عمله بتاريخ 8 تشرين الثاني (نوفمبر) 2007 في منطقة سموع بلواء الكورة، وأثناء عمله تعرضت إحدى أدواته للكسر ما اضطره إلى الاتصال بأحد الأشخاص لينقله لمنزله من أجل إحضار أداة جديدة.

ولدى دخوله منطقة منزله “تفاجأ بأحد الأشخاص يخرج من باب منزله وزوجته خلفه بملابس أثارت الشك بنفسه بوقوع جرم الزنا”.

وبحسب وكيل الدفاع المحامي حاتم بني حمد فان المتهم “قام باللحاق بالشخص الذي فر هاربا بيد انه لم يتمكن من إمساكه ثم عاد إلى زوجته وعلامات الغضب تبدوا عليه ما دفعه إلى القبض على عنق زوجته بكلتا يديه والضغط عليها حتى فارقت الحياة”.

وتم إحالة القضية بداية من قبل المدعي العام إلى محكمة الجنايات الكبرى بتهمة “القتل العمد” مع سبق الإصرار، إلا أن الأخيرة أصدرت قرارا بتعديل وصف التهمة من جناية القتل إلى جنحة “القتل المقرون بالعذر المخفف” وقضت بحبسه 6 أشهر.

Comments on the news:



غريبة (محمد الخطيب – الأردن)
bilal332004@yahoo.com
(28/03/2008 01:47:19 PM)
غريبه فعلا غريبة والله يعني واحد بشوف رجل بطلع من بيته ومرته في وضع مريب للشك شو بدو يعمل يحكيلها بحبك ولا بسكت وبقول المجتمع صار سئ انا اتصور انه اللي عمله الرجل المصري بدل على رجولته وحمياته لشرفه واتمنى انه ربنا بكشف كل انسانه تخون زوجها من احل توخذ العقاب والله يحمي من اللي جاي لانه اللي مستور اعظم واشد خطوره.

الشرف والرجوليه (وليد الاردن – الأردن)
albrns_love123@hotmail.com
(28/03/2008 12:54:05 PM)
يعني اكيد في في هي الحادثه طب شرعي يا دانا اكيد الطب الشرعي قال انها زانيه يعني لو انتي محله بتعملي ايش بتسكتي عليهاولا بتقتليه

الحكم لقاتل زوجتة (Ahmad Mashaqbeh – الولايات المتحدة الأميركية)
psd156969@aol.com
(28/03/2008 11:12:12 AM)
نقول الى د. معن محمد كمال عالية إن جريمة الزوجة هي الخيانة الزوجية كما جاء بالتقرير الصحفي والدين الأسلامي الذي تنتسب حضرتك اليه وأنا طبعا يأمر برجم الزانية المحصنة أي المتزوجة حتى الموت وكذلك الزاني بهاإذا كان محصن ( متزوج ) وإذا كان أعزب يجلد أنت تقول في تعليقكم إن الحكم مخفف على شخص مصري أزهق روح أردنية ياأخي الفاضل هل الشرف والكرامة والرجولة بها تميز هذا مصري وهذه أردنية ( هي زوجتة وهو زوجها بغض النظر عن الجنسية لكلاهما ) وياأخي الأردنية التي ترتكب مثل هذا الفعل أذا كان ثابتا بالدرجة القطعية التي لاتحتمل النقاش تستحق القتل والعقاب وعليها اللعنه من الله ومن ملائكتة والناس أجمعين وكذلك الشخص الذي غرر بها وأغواها الى طريق الرذيلة والمتعة الحرام

Sharaf = Garaf.

المرأة و الضمان

In Jordan, Wonder Woman on March 18, 2008 at 10:17 am

كتبت – سمر حدادين – تنتظر الهيئات النسائية إقرار مشروع قانون الضمان الاجتماعي بـ”ريبة”، تحسبا أن تعلق المواد التي تخص المرأة في بوتقة ”المعارضة”، ولا تخرج منها بسلام.
تخوف الحركة النسائية أفصح عنه نيابة عنهن وزير العمل المهندس باسم السالم الذي”استنجد” بالمدافعات عن حقوق المرأة ليهببن للدفاع عن المكتسبات التي ستتحقق لهن، إذا ما خرج مشروع القانون إلى مجلس الأمة بالصورة التي أعلن عنه.
ويقضي مشروع القانون بتطبيق تأمين الأمومة، إذ سيقتطع (75ر0%) شهريا من العامل وصاحب العمل توزع بنسبة (5ر0%) من صاحب العمل ونسبة (25ر0%) من العامل بحيث يتولى صندوق دفع أجر إجازة الأمومة للمرأة العاملة، لحماية المؤمن عليهن العاملات في القطاع الخاص، ما يساعد على تشجيع أصحاب العمل لتشغيل النساء وعدم الاستغناء عن خدماتهن في حال زواجهن أو قرب استحقاقهن إجازة الأمومة.
ويلغي مشروع القانون التمييز بتوريث راتب التقاعد للمرأة، ويجيز لها الاحتفاظ براتبي تقاعد، مع التأكيد ان الراتب التقاعدي للمؤمن عليها المتوفاة يؤول كاملا إلى أبنائها ووالديها في حال عدم استحقاق الزوج لنصيب منه سواء كان يعمل أو عدم ثبوت العجز لديه .
مطالبة الوزير لم تأت من فراغ، فالقانون كما أفصح عن ذلك خلال الحفلة التي أقامتها اللجنة الأردنية الوطنية لشؤون المرأة بمناسبة يوم المرأة العالمي، ”يواجه مقاومة شديدة من أصحاب العمل”، ومن جهات أخرى لم يسمها.
مشروع تعديل القانون الآن في عهدة مجلس الوزراء الذي من المتوقع أن يقره في جلسة اليوم (الثلاثاء)، أو جلسة الأسبوع المقبل على أبعد تقدير، وإذا خرج من ”رئاسة الوزراء” كما هو، تحتاج الهيئات النسائية إلى حراك مكثف لحشد التأييد ودعم المواد التي تمس مصالح المرأة، خصوصا وأن في الذاكرة تجربة سابقة مع قوانين تخص النساء ”وأدت” وحبست خلف جدران السلطة التشريعية.
قلق الوزير على التعديلات التي تتعلق بالمرأة ، عبرت عنه أمين عام اللجنة الوطنية لشؤون المرأة أسمى خضر، في الدعوة الى البحث عن وسائل تساندهم في حملة الحشد لتمرير المواد المذكورة، فقد دعت الناشطات والقيادات النسائية في المحافظات للضغط على نوابهم لحثهم على تمرير هذه المواد.
وقالت الى ”الرأي” إن اللجنة من جهتها ستبذل قصارى جهودها كي تحشد المناصرين للقانون، مشيرة إلى أنهم سيحاورون أعضاء مجلس النواب لشرح أبعاد مشروع التعديلات، وأهميتها على رفع مشاركة المرأة الأردنية في سوق العمل.
وحثت النساء في المحافظات على التحرك ”بسرعة عالية الوتيرة” لإقناع نواب مناطقهن بضرورة إقرار التعديلات، مشيرة إلى أنه لم يتبق على أعمال الدورة العادية لمجلس الأمة سوى نحو أسبوعين، منوهة الى أن المواد المذكورة تمس النساء وخصوصا العاملات في مصانع بالمحافظات.
وتصل نسبة الإناث العاملات في القطاع الخاص للعام الماضي 15% فقط وفي القطاع العام نحو 37% وبلغت نسبة البطالة بين الإناث 25% بينما للذكور 9و11% .
الطريق ليست سهلة أمام الحركة النسائية، وينبغي عليهن إدارة المعركة – إن جاز التعبير – بحكمة ومنطق، حتى تقر المواد ويمر مشروع القانون بمراحله الدستورية.

المصدر: جريدة الرأي

Dusted

In Jordan on March 17, 2008 at 8:09 pm

What’s up with all this dust? I got dust on my car, dust on my laptop, dust on my desk, dust on my shoes, dust on my eyelashes, dust in my mouth, dust in my nose, dust in my heart. There’s dust everywhere. It’s like Invasion of the Dust these days.

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I should never again argue when someone says Jordan is a desert.

Some Killers Are Spared

In Jordan, Opinion, Wonder Woman on March 12, 2008 at 12:56 pm

Funny how people are willing to protest against certain sentences said in a TV show, but they won’t be moved by the blatant gender discrimination in Jordanian law and legal proceedings:

Woman handed death sentence for killing her husband

By Rana Husseini

AMMAN – The Criminal Court on Tuesday sentenced a 30-year-old woman to death after convicting her of stabbing her husband to death on April 20, 2007.

The tribunal declared the woman, a mother of four, guilty of the premeditated murder of her husband at their home in Irbid and handed her the maximum punishment.

Court papers said the defendant was involved in extramarital affairs and her husband of 11 years discovered them and threatened to tell her family.

Fearing a scandal, the defendant decided to kill her husband and secured a knife for this purpose, according to the court verdict.

On the day of the murder, the woman wore gloves and stabbed her husband several times in the neck while he slept, the court said, adding that she then called the police and her brother-in-law, claiming that a burglar killed her husband while attempting to rob their house.

The court did not mention how investigators determined she was the main suspect in the case.

A government autopsy indicated the victim was fatally stabbed three times in the neck and pathologists also detected defence marks on his arms, according to the court verdict.

Shortly after the murder was committed, officials had told The Jordan Times that the defendant told investigators she murdered her husband because she heard he was planning to take a second wife.

But on Tuesday, a judicial source told The Jordan Times that the woman “confessed in front of the criminal prosecutor under oath to murdering her husband to prevent him from exposing her illegitimate affairs”.

The tribunal comprised judges Omar Khleifat, Mohammad Abu Dalbouh and Hayel Amr.

The verdict will automatically be reviewed by the Court of Cassation within the next 30 days.

I say fine, if the woman is guilty then she should be punished accordingly. But I say it is NOT fine that the Jordanian law looks so superficially interested in achieving justice when the contradictions in its folds are so manifest. The men who kill their wives or female relatives when they SUSPECT them of having ‘inappropriate’ relationships are ALWAYS semi-pardoned to the extent of serving a meager three months in jail.

How many men in Jordan are involved in ‘inappropriate’ relationships? And do we really trust that the infamous article 98 will treat women killers of unfaithful men with the same leniency it treats the men? Like I argued before, it seems that Jordanians’ understanding of the word ‘honor’ is synonymous with a woman’s vagina, which is why a man does not have much honor to speak of, per se, unless he controls his female relatives ‘vaginal honors.’

Think about it. What would a woman who kills her husband upon catching him in an adulterous situation say in her self defense? ‘I killed him to protect my honor and my family’s honor’? The fact remains that the discrepancies between the theoretical and the practical in Jordan, both legally and socially, are so vast as to prevent justice from setting in this country.

How Do I Blog Thee, Jordan

In Jordan on March 12, 2008 at 12:45 am

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.

Paradox Politix

In Jordan on March 10, 2008 at 12:45 pm

An interesting paradox:

اكد وزير التنمية السياسية الدكتور كمال ناصر ضرورة التفريق بين مفهومي الدولة والحكومة حيث ان مفهوم الدولة ثابت وفوق النقد ولا يجوز المساس بها في حين ان النقد البناء للحكومة امر مباح وهي من المتغيرات مشيرا الى ان المواطنة ليست مجرد حقوق انما هي علاقة مع الوطن والقيادة من خلال معادلة الحقوق والواجبات

At least someone came out and said it bluntly. Progress!

A Woman With Too Many Degrees

In Jordan, Wonder Woman on March 4, 2008 at 11:09 am

During class yesterday, a fellow student told me about a man who proposed to her. She said he told her “I am very ambitious and very achieving. What are your ambitions?” She told him she wanted to get a PhD (although in reality she doesn’t, but she was testing the waters so to speak), to which he said “A PhD?! I don’t like a woman who has many degrees.”

I felt disgusted and made a joke about that cave-dweller who boasted he had a 2008 model Mercedes. The girl even told the whole class about him, complete with his full name, and we all laughed and had a good time at his retarded expense. I have heard it and seen it time and again how many men in this society have a “thing” against highly educated women, how they would rather snatch a Tawjihi student instead of an MA degree holder.

It’s not only about the age of the Tawjihi student (a ripe, young girl), but also about her qualifications. In the minds and culture of these men, a younger woman with less education is far more obedient than a well educated one. They believe that they can shape and mould this younger, less educated wife as they please, while the other will most definitely be difficult to tame. By this token, they don’t think of their potential wives as partners but more as inferior servants who must, at all times, remain inferior. They will not opt for the ones that might equal or compete with them in education or other qualifications. It makes them less men (as if they are men to start with).

The question I have always had concerning this practice in Jordan is: how insecure can these men possibly get? Obviously, they feel threatened by a woman’s qualifications. They want to lord over their marital households not only because they are men (the classical justification for their superiority complex), but also because they are in fact better educated and therefore better breadwinners which adds an economical value to their social status.

Read these bits from an article by Linda Hindi of The Jordan Times:

Gender equality should be priority for economic development – UN

Gender equality

UN member states regard gender equality as an essential factor for the achievement of its priorities of peace and security, human rights and development, including the Millennium Development Goals.

* Investing in women and girls has a multiplier effect on productivity, efficiency and sustained economic growth. Educated women have more economic opportunities and engage more fully in public life.

* Women who are educated tend to have fewer and healthier children, and those children are more likely to attend school. Education also increases the ability of women and girls to protect themselves against HIV.

* Women make long-ranging contributions to poverty eradication and development.

* According to World Bank estimates, an increase of one percentage point in the share of women with secondary education is associated with a 0.3 percentage point increase in per capita income.

* Educated, healthy women are more able to undertake productive activities and earn higher incomes. Investments in women, the primary caretakers of the future generation, provide returns for decades. Better educated women are able to benefit from new technologies and the opportunities presented by economic change.

* Increasing women’s access to land, credit and other resources increases their well-being, and that of their families and communities and reduces the risks of poverty.

Oh, and the student in my class rejected that caveman’s sorry ass, in case you are wondering.

Jordanian Honor Horror

In Jordan, Wonder Woman on March 2, 2008 at 1:43 pm

I was reading a report by Human Rights Watch on so-called honor crimes in Jordan, and I got filled with resentment and fury. Read this:

Under article 340, any man who kills or attacks his wife or any of his female relatives in the act of committing adultery or in an “unlawful bed” benefits from a reduction in penalty.

The section of the penal code most frequently invoked on behalf of perpetrators of “honor” killings is article 98. This statute mandates reduction of penalty for a perpetrator (of either gender) who commits a crime in a “state of great fury [or “fit of fury”] resulting from an unlawful and dangerous act on the part of the victim.” It does not require in flagrante discovery or any other standard of evidence of female indiscretion. If the extenuating excuse is established for a crime punishable by death,such as premeditated murder, article 98 provides that the penalty be reduced to a minimum of one year in prison.

In murders for “honor,” given the family’s complicity in the crime, the family nearly always “waives” the right to file a complaint. Thus, “honor” killers may receive sentences of six months—and often do. If a killer has served that much time awaiting trial, the sentence may be commuted to time served and he may walk away a free man.

In my opinion, honour crimes are not prevalent in Jordan. The simple reason why they are not an “epidemic” is because women have learned their lesson. In the areas where honour crimes are a potential danger to their lives, they have learned to keep mum about their relationships with men. Note that by relationships I mean anything from talking to a man to kissing him.

In part, honour crimes have themselves acted as a restraint to the spread of the practice — because women are afraid they will be killed. Of course, this means a great degree of social hypocrisy and a great deal of limiting these women’s freedoms and putting them under tremendous pressure and making them live in constant fear. It also means ensuring the continuation of this practice, ensuring it has popular support in the areas where it is acceptable, and perpetuating the cycle of gender inequality in Jordan.

بلا تعليق

In Jordan, Wonder Woman, عربي on February 28, 2008 at 1:17 am

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في ندوة المحامين حول قانون الاجتماعات، وتعليقا على حديث الوزير ناصر عن برامج تمكين المرأة، علق نقيب المحامين صالح العرموطي مداعبا ان “من يريد التمكين هو الرجل”، مدللا على رأيه بقوله ان المحامية السيدة تزداد نفقات تغطيتها في التأمين الصحي للنقابة سنويا بنحو 60 دينارا عن معدل نفقات المحامي الرجل!

جريدة الغد

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مجموعة من الشباب المقتدرين مادياً.. يرفضون فكرة الزواج من كثرة الشوفات المتراوحة من أقصى حالات الانفلات عند بعض الفتيات إلى كل الانغلاق .. وعلى ما يبدو لم تسنح لهم فرصة التعرف على الشريحة المعتدلة بين النقيضين..
بينما ترفض بعض الفتيات العزابيات الزواج هرباً من المسؤوليات..
فهو بالنسبة لهن سلسلة كوابيس من المجاملات والتنازلات فبدلا من أن تتحمل الواحدة مسؤوليتها فقط.. فإنها بعد الزواج تنسى نفسها في سبيل تحمل مسؤوليات أسرتها النووية وما يتبع من حمولة أسرية ممتدة ! فبين رفض فكرة الزواج.. وقبولها.. وبين الإقدام.. والتراجع..
تبقى مشاكل الشباب معلقة تريد حلاً!

جريدة الرأي

Pro-Women Laws

In Jordan, Wonder Woman on February 24, 2008 at 11:27 am

Good news for Jordanian women. As I blogged previously, Jordanian women’s organizations have been active in trying to improve Jordanian laws that affect women’s lives. A number of women’s organizations activists had started a campaign to organize a lobby in the House of Representatives last month. Now they met with Prime Minister Dahabi.

Check out this news from The Jordan Times:

Dahabi meets with women’s rights activists

AMMAN (Petra) – Prime Minister Nader Dahabi on Saturday met with a delegation representing the Jordanian National Commission for Women (JNCW). During the meeting, JNCW Secretary General Asma Khader reviewed the committee’s priorities which focus on finalising women-related legislation and ending all kinds of discrimination in existing laws. Dahabi and the delegation members highlighted the importance of increasing women’s involvement in the workforce and examining reasons hindering their participation. Dahabi underlined the government’s efforts to boost women’s participation in the economy and amend related legislation. The delegation briefed Dahabi on amendments proposed by the JNCW on several laws, including labour, social security, nationality, elections and civil status.

The news in The Jordan Times is very brief, but you can read it in details over at Al Rai (in Arabic). I am hopeful things will change for the better for Jordanian women. I truly hope that our tribal and businessy House of Representatives will not overlook the importance of gender equality as its predecessors have.At any rate, that will only delay the legalization of our demands, and will not succeed in “erasing” them.

A Country in Denial

In Jordan on February 18, 2008 at 11:21 am

Some times I wish there was a huge creature who could slap Jordan on the face and wake us all up. Apparently, we are offended by a Human Rights Watch report on the situation of liberties and human rights in the country. We even call it baseless and partial and accusatory. Do we really think this state of denial we live in will last for long? Are the people dumb enough to be lulled by a governmental press release in newspapers?

From the Jordan Times:


Human rights, liberties protected – gov’t

Jordan on Sunday rejected as “baseless, contradictory and partial” a report by Human Rights Watch (HRW) on the situation of public freedoms and human rights in the Kingdom.

A government statement made available to The Jordan Times said Jordan “regrets the accusatory language” in the report and the “uncalculated judgements” made against the country.

“Rights and freedoms protection has not declined as claimed by the report, which made groundless judgements,” said the statement.

On the contrary, it added, Jordan has recently witnessed developments, accomplishments and measures that enhanced respect for human rights, noting that the Kingdom has a plan to achieve more in this field, which includes broad socio-economic changes.

The HRW report, “Democracy Charade Undermines Rights”, released late January, included Jordan among countries that allegedly held “dubious elections” in an attempt to pose as real democracies.

The New York-based group, which surveys the human rights situation in more than 75 countries, criticised Jordan for alleged violations related to freedom of speech, arrest procedures, the Public Assembly Law, the Political Parties Law, the NGOs Law, Iraqi “refugees” and treatment of foreign labour in industrial estates.

What would it take for a common Jordanian to realize the truth? A trip to a Qualified Industrial Zone, criticism of the royal family, or getting arrested. No amount of press releases will then blind the public.

Missionaries in Jordan

In Jordan on February 16, 2008 at 11:24 am

I found a very interesting press release, it seems, in Al Rai this morning. It was issued by the Jordanian Churches Board in response to a report published by Compass Direct News. The report which I have linked to maintains that “Jordan has increased pressure on foreign Christians living in the kingdom, expelling many long-time residents over the past 13 months in what local churches see as an attack on their legitimacy.” Read the rest here.

In response to that, the JCB said that the report had many incorrect accounts and mistakes that could harm the Christian-Muslim relationships in the country. They also warned from the dangers of allowing several groups to enter the kingdom under the pretense of offering educational, health, and social services, and which will later develop into pure missionary work outside the scope of local churches.

The JCB denounced these groups as “extremists” and said they are not recognized by Jordan’s official churches. They also added that they each form their own “churches” after luring in a number of people through whatever services they provide. The total number of these groups is 40, according to the JCB. Here is a link to the article about JCB’s reaction.

وفيما يتعلق بالفرق التبشيرية الوافدة الى الاردن اوضح بيان مجلس رؤساء الكنائس في الاردن..أنه كثرت في السنين الاخيرة تحت ستار الخدمة الاجتماعية والتعليمية والثقافية..ويبلغ عددها في الاردن حوالي 40 فئة..وقد قدم لهم الاردن التسهيلات اللازمة لكي يقوموا بالخدمات الانسانية التي جاؤوا تحت غطائها..وهذه الفرق التي قدمت على أنها جمعيات خيرية،سرعان ما كشفت عن نفسها،فأخذت تسمى بكنائس وهي ليست بكنائس على الاطلاق،وأخذت تطالب بما للكنائس الرسمية من حقوق في الدستور الاردني..وأخذت تقوم بأعمال تبشيرية بين الكثير من المواطنين بأساليب تثير النعرة الدينية،ولا تحترم حرية الضمير،وتضع الفتنة بين المواطنين مسيحيين مسيحيين ومسيحيين مسلمين،واصبحوا يشكلون خطورة أمنية..وتمكنت هذه الفرق من استمالة بعض المواطنين نتيجة للخدمات والاغراءات التي قدمتها وما تزال تقدمها فبلغ عدد المنتمين اليهم بضع مئات..وهذه الفرق التبشيرية الدخيلة على المسيحية أخذت تحاول ان تفرض ذاتها بكل الوسائل لانها مدعومة سياسيا وماليا من بعض الدول.
وجدير بالذكر ان الكنيسة الانجيلية الاسقفية العربية والكنيسة اللوثرية الانجيلية لا تعترفان بهذه الفرق التبشيرية على أنها كنائس.

Wow. Everything seems to be taking me back to the Middle Ages these days! Missionaries in Jordan, hah! I guess with the current financial situation, people will worship the devil if someone gave them anything for free.

Swimming in the Street

In Jordan on February 14, 2008 at 9:34 am

Finally, The Greater Amman Municipality has decided to do something about the flooding in Amman’s streets after any amount of rain no matter how insignificant.

I had posted about this last year and I was thinking of posting about it again recently, because the situation in Amman in the winter is despicable. The streets are always flooded, the drainage holes are spitting water instead of taking it in, and driving is really dangerous especially because you can’t see the many bumps and holes in the streets under the water.

تخصيص 6ر9 مليون دينار لمشاريع تصريف مياه الأمطار فـي العاصمة

خصصت أمانة عمان الكبرى ضمن موازنتها للعام الحالي 9 مليون و600 ألف دينار لغايات إنشاء خطوط تصريف مياه الأمطار والعبارات الصندوقية في العاصمة.

This is taken from last year’s Waterland Amman: City-Sized Pool post. I feel exactly the same way still:

Every winter the same problem arises — it gets talked about on morning radio shows, evening news, and 60 minutes, those in positions of responsibility are brought to comment and they say next to nothing in citizen-O-meter, and then after the usual citizen rants nothing is done to remedy the situation on the ground. Nobody is charged with anything (ruining people’s cars, for instance) and nobody cares.

How very, utterly, desperately pathetic this situation is! I refuse to get my pants soaking wet up to my knees when I decide to cross the street, I refuse to get water up to my brain when I dive in a street pool, and I refuse to cramp someone’s style by spraying them with dirty wheel water when I pass them by. Moreover, I refuse to sheep-up about this.

Amman Municipality and everyone working in it — FIX OUR STREETS or by the devil, this time, someone will get hurt.

Jordanian Girls, Smoking Kills You and Spares the Boys

In Jordan, Opinion on February 11, 2008 at 10:44 am

Al Rai has graced its e-pages with a fascinating mix of science,90’s Jordanian culture, sexism, and mere retardedness courtesy of a certain Rania Tadrus.

Tadrus has sort of put together an article about smoking women in Jordan and how they are no longer embarrassed by the fact that they smoke, how they smoke in public and how they flaunt this once-taboo behavior with complete freedom.

So far so good. But then the article proceeds to quoting the most ridiculous statements such as these:

وتوضح ان الانفتاح وتوجه الفتيات نحو الدخان -سواء كان سيجارة أو ارجلية – يعود الى التأثر بالثقافات الاخرى، ويرتبط بعلو الأصوات التي تنادي بتحرر المرأة، خصوصا في ظل ثورة المعلومات .
وتتابع التدخين أمام العائلة خارج وداخل المنزل بات مؤشرا لاتجاه المجتمع نحو قيم وعادات غريبة بعيدة عن ثقافتنا العربية .

and

ولأخطر من ذلك وفق الدكتورة أيوب أن نضوج الفتاة يكتمل عند سن 25 عاما، فإذا بدأت التدخين في سن مراهقة متأخر تكون النتيجة حسب الدراسات العلمية، حدوث مشاكل في نضوج ونمو الجزء الأمامي من الدماغ، الذي يتحكم بالتصرفات والسلوكيات ،وطبعا هذا يفسر التصرفات غير المقبولة منهن .

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ويحذر من خطورة الارجلية على أجسام النساء ويصفها بأنها موضة آخذة في الانتشار على نطاق واسع رغم خطورتها بسبب احتوائها على الملونات والأصباغ في المعسل وعدم الاحتراق الكامل ما يعد احد اسباب السرطانات

and the worst bit

اما مديرة مجموعة لينا للإبداع التربوي/ برنامج مكافحة التدخين ماويا حمّاد فتفسر إقبال النساء على التدخين لأسباب أساسية أهمها غياب التشريعات والعقوبات الفعّالة ،وكذلك سهولة الحصول عليها من حيث البيع وتواجدها في كل محل تقريبا ، إضافة إلى غياب القدوة الحسنة فالام تدخن مع بناتها وكذلك الأب عندما يطلب من ابنته اعداد الارجلية له

To sum it up, it turns out that smoking is a Western habit that Jordanian women are picking up, it causes them to behave in unacceptable ways if they pick it up before 25, it is a problem that is directly related to the increasing awareness of women’s rights, Narguile is a dangerous trend that is infesting women’s bodies with diseases, AND according to Mawya Hammad women who smoke do so because there are no regulations enforced to prevent them and because they have ready access to cigarettes coupled with lack of guidance.

I felt like I am living in the Middle Ages after reading that article, or perhaps back in the times where clerics and philosophers pondered the question of The Woman and if she has a soul. To have an article written by a woman, and featured like that in a national newspaper, is a scandal to Jordanian journalism I believe.

If the article is about smoking women in Jordan, who represent a 19% segment of our feminine population, then it should be unbiased and unsexist to say the least. Unless, of course, it aims to bash this segment, which it basically does.

I am amazed at the absence of a single word mentioning Jordanian male smokers. What is the percentage of that segment, do you think? (my guess is 50%+) How come all the negativity is directed at female smokers (Western habits, unacceptable behavior, no regulations, no guidance, etc) ?

Granted, smoking is not good for your health. I don’t care if you are a woman or a man or a goat, it will kill you eventually. I just find it absurd that this article would so portray women as if they are children who have been let out by accident and who are picking bad habits in the absence of parental control.

If an article of the same genre was written about male smokers in Jordan, would it have mentioned that they “have ready access to cigarettes” and “lack of guidance” and that they have adopted it as awareness of men’s rights started to emerge in Jordan, and with the same tone of this article? I very much doubt it.

It upsets me that even articles that fall under the “raising awareness” genre stoop to such a low level of sexism in this country. The sheer amount of bashing women smokers not because they smoke but because they are women who smoke in our society is outrageous. These articles mix science with witchcraft, so to speak.

These articles do not raise awareness as much as they raise anger and a feeling of inferiority in women. Why else would they be signaled out like that and a supposedly scientific article would mention their taboo behavior and quote people who say they are breaking with Jordan’s culture and traditions? I daresay the amount of anger this article has produced in me might push me to burn a packet today.

Now where’s that awareness it was supposed to raise?

Medical Doomsday

In Jordan, Salon on February 7, 2008 at 10:46 am

An important milestone in Jordan’s medical history occurred yesterday. The father of a kid called Mutasem won a malpractice suit which he filed in 1999, after his son was put under the knife for hernia repair in a public hospital and emerged with a damaged-dead penis. The amount of the compensation was the biggest in Jordan’s medical history: 281,000 JD. The name of the doctor who operated on the kid was undisclosed.

I say good for Jordan. We can’t always boast about our medical expertise and about the quality of services we provide to Jordanians and Arabs alike, although most of this talk is valid only for private or military hospitals. We have to acknowledge our mistakes and when we do that, we will have credibility and we will be responsible for improving this important sector.

When my late aunt was rushed to a public hospital in Zarqa, she was still alive. Her good neighbor who was with her told me that she was still alive but the medics/nurses at the hospital were so slow in attending to her, and she eventually passed away. Thinking that she could have still been with us today had they reacted quicker is painful, to say the least.

An interesting bit in the article I linked to says that in Jordan we do NOT have a clear “medical responsibility” law, which means that the errors made since the dawn of medical practice in Jordan have gone mostly unaccounted for, the patients or their families have not been compensated, and no legal action was taken against the doctors or nurses.

وأوضح الحديدي أن قانون المسؤولية الطبية موجود على السطح ويحتاج للتوافق بين نقابة الأطباء ووزارة الصحة والمستشفيات الخاصة والجهات التي تمثل المريض ومنظمات المجتمع المدني لوضع قانون يضمن المساءلة الطبية للطبيب وضمان حقوق المريض بصورة عادلة وغير جائرة لأي طرف منهم.
وبين الحديدي أن غياب هذا القانون وعدم البت فيه منذ عام 2003 سيخلق فوضى في الاتجاهين أي اتجاه تزايد الأخطاء الطبية من جهة وتغول التعويضات في حال عدم إيجاد سقف وحد لها من جهة ثانيةن لتكون في حدود المنطق والمعقول وهذا سيحدث في حال غياب التشريع الواضح للأخطاء الطبية

Another interesting bit in the article is where it says that it is upon the patient to prove a medical error existed in their treatment. Very well, but in the case I cited above, it took the man NINE years to prove that a hernia surgery left his son basically incompetent. How is it possible that a case would take that long when the damage is so severe and so obvious? Also, there were many many cases where doctors left towels or scissors inside patients’ guts. How would the patient know unless they get sick and get opened up again?

Additionally, most patients who resort to public hospitals probably cannot afford to hire lawyers or to get legal assistance to prove that there have been medical complications beyond the scope of their treatment. I suppose that when they feel that they have been treated unjustly, some of them, or their families, resort to violence and beat up the doctors or nurses. Then we make a big fuss about it.

فلس الأعلاف في الإعلام الأردني

In Jordan, عربي on February 5, 2008 at 10:51 am

إلى الآن لم نسمع أي اعتراضات من وجهاء الإعلام الأردني على ما يسمى بفلس الأعلاف(ضريبة فلس واحد على كل دقيقة خلوي تستخدم لدعم قطاع
الأعلاف و الثروة الحيوانية في الأردن) كما اقترحه مجلس النواب, إلا ما كتبه أحمد الزعبي في جريدة الرأي اليوم

(على كيس المعازيب)

(تفضّلوا على كيس المعازيب): عبارة تقال عندما يتكارم الضيف فيدعو ضيفاً آخر على مائدة المعزّب..

ويبدو أن هذه العبارة لم تعد مقتصرة على دعوات الطعام فحسب، بل تجاوزتها إلى دعوات (الضرائب) أيضاً، فقد قيلت هذه العبارة بصيغة مشابهة في جلسة مجلس النوّاب ليوم أمس الاثنين عندما تقدّم أكثر من أربعين نائباً بمشروع ضريبة جديدة يدعى: ” فلس الأعلاف”..مطالبين من خلال هذا المشروع بفرض فلس إضافي على كل دقيقة مكالمة من هاتف ارضي أو خلوي لدعم مربي الماشية والأعلاف، تخصم مباشرة من رصيد المشترك أو تضاف إلى فاتورته الشهرية..

السؤال الآن، إذا كان السادة النواب أصحاب مبادرة، وقلبهم يتقطّع فعلاً على (وضع الماشية) و(يؤرّقهم) جداً غلاء الأعلاف، لماذا لا يطالبون بخصم هذا الفلس عن كل دقيقة تدخل في حساب شركات الخلوي والاتصالات، لا من رصيد المشترك نفسه؟؟..اقصد لماذا يتحمل المشترك هذا (الفلس) من رصيده لماذا لا تتحمّله شركات الخلوي من أرباحها من كل دقيقة؟.. ونحن نعرف أن أرباح الشركات تتجاوز ال500 مليون دينار سنوياً..لماذا درتم قرص الضريبة على المواطن الغلبان و(المعزّب) الفقير..

يا أصحاب السعادة إذا أردتم أن تتكارموا فتكارموا من كيسكم انتم ومن كيس” شركات” الخلوي،وليس على حساب المشترك المسكين..يكفيه انه يدفع دينار الجامعات ودينار التلفزيون وفلس الريف،وضريبة المبيعات ..يكفيه أنه يتحمل كل هذه الأعباء رجاء (شوفوا حدا غيره)..بالمختصر اعتبرونا شعباً ”نباتياً”مكون من خمسة ملايين مواطن” بقولي”، نكره اللحمة ولا نطيق ريحتها ولا نريدها أن ترخص ما حيينا (بسّ حلّوا عنّا)..

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منذ اللحظة حطّيت عقلي بعقل الخروف وأغلقت جميع هواتفي الخلوية والأرضية..سنرى من ”سيباعي ويماعي” أولاً ؟..

سترون، نكاية به..سألوّعه جوعاً، وأرهقه ذهاباً وإياباً ..في كل مرة ”أرنّ وأسكّر” فيها ..

تدوينات ذات علاقة: Al Muwaten Al Kharoof: Shut Up

هناك أيضاً تصويت في موقع جريدة الدستور:

هل توافق على فرض ضريبة جديدة لدعم الثروة الحيوانية ؟.
نعم : 11.13% (55)
لا : 85.83% (424)
لا أدري : 3.04% (15)

المجموع الكلي #: 494
من : 04/02/2008 الى : 12/02/2008

سؤالي:أنا مواطنة, و المواطن خروف, و الخروف حيوان. هل أستطيع الانتماء إلى قطاع الثروة الحيوانية حتى أحصل على بعض الدعم؟

Beddi Wasta

In Jordan, Life on February 4, 2008 at 7:46 pm

I want wasta.

I am plagued with a father who does not like wasta nor is he willing to pull any strings whatsoever for whoever’s sake. I do not know what radiation he was subjected to to turn into this mutant. I cannot move on with life unless I have this crucial wasta (connections), and I am tired, so tired, of doing things the right way. You never get anywhere in this country when you do things the right way.

I am sick of anti-wasta rhetoric, including mine. Anti-wasta campaigns will never work in Jordan because we are born with a wasta gene called family name. I do not care if nobody believes me, but that is what I think. Our society is so full of wasta crap that we cannot wake up and smell the shit. At least not before a long, long time has passed and we are all nuked and another generation in another time lives on this piece of land.

I cannot bear this helplessness that I feel any longer, therefore, I am putting myself up for adoption. I will only be adopted by the best wasta-holding person that applies. If you are a person with a wasta, please write your wasta value and benefits down here. I will review all entries and publish some in the coming few days.

Once You Go Black: Racism in Jordan

In Culture Arabia, Jordan on February 4, 2008 at 10:28 am

I have an African-American friend who spent a year in Amman studying Arabic. When I first got to know him, he gave me a list of all the things he hated about Jordan. The most prominent item on his list was racism.

I used to think that Jordanians are generally not racist, that we accept people regardless of their skin color, and that we do not discriminate based on that. But my friend’s list was an eye-opener to me, because it showed me what a black person actually felt while being in Jordan. You can’t know these things unless you are in someone’s shoes like that, as a non-Black person you are not sensitive to them because you simply don’t have to face them.

My friend told me he had never been so conscious of his skin color, of being “black,” as much as when he was in Jordan. He told me stories about random guys calling him “Abu Samra” and laughing, about people’s insistence that he was not from the U.S.A but from somewhere else “originally.” No really, originally, where are you from? — that’s what they used to ask him.

I was really shocked, especially when he mentioned that most Jordanians counter-attacked any critique of their country with a “but America brought blacks from Africa and made them slaves!.” I can imagine that it was as if my friend’s being black was the be-all and end-all of his humanity. That was how people defined him.

I find black people beautiful. My best friends in kindergarten were black orphans. Their names were Ward (boy) and Gulnar (girl). Perhaps because I interacted with black people at such an early age that I have developed a profound liking for them.

When I was younger, I kept telling my mother that I want to marry a black man. She usually dismissed the idea, like she did with plenty of my unusual whims. But at one point, it got serious and she got serious. She found it unacceptable that I would even think it possible for me to be with a black man.

My father joined my mother’s side, and I just could not understand why they had that attitude. So I kept harassing them with religious quotes and whatnot about equality, but they weren’t very affected. I knew I would not end up with a black man (because, how many black men are there in Jordan? 5?), but the idea so outraged me that I mentioned my fantasy to them whenever I got the chance just to prove they did not act out what they believed.

I think the situation in Jordan is similar. You have people telling you they do not discriminate, but their behaviors show the opposite. Read the following excerpts from an article about adoption in Jordan in Al Rai:

واشارت ان هناك فئات من الاطفال لا تقبل الاسر الاردنية على احتضانهم ويكونون بالعادة يعانون من امراض معينة تحتاج لعلاج او اعاقات معينة نتيجة الظروف التي وضعوا فيها اضافة الى الاطفال ذوي البشرة السوداء الذين ان لم تحتضنهم الاسر – غير العربية – فانهم سيبقون طوال عمرهم بالمؤسسات .

وهؤلاء الاطفال الذين لم يتم احتضانهم سيبقون في مؤسسات الرعاية الاجتماعية طوال عمرهم ، اذ ان الاسر العربية تميل الى احتضان الاطفال حديثي الولادة والذين لا يعانون من اية مشاكل إضافة إلى اختيارهم الأطفال ذوي البشرة البيضاء .

If you can’t read Arabic, the quotes say that Arab families that want to adopt Jordanian babies refrain from adopting black children and prefer to adopt whites. On the contrary, foreign families do not mind adopting black Jordanian children, or those with “problems.”

If that is not racism, I don’t know what is! I was heartbroken just by reading that. The irony in the situation is that these families probably cannot have children of their own, and YET they discriminate against children based on their skin color. These families would rather wait than readily adopt a black child. If not lucky enough to be picked up by foreign families, black children remain in government-operated, impersonal foster homes until they reach adulthood.

I just wonder who could be so evil, so low, as to be racist to a child. Now I ask you: How could people who so desperately want to love a child be picky about skin color? How could they break a child’s heart? No wonder Ward and Gulnar were orphans. Do you think they didn’t know why they were not adopted?

Al Muwaten Al Kharoof: Shut Up

In Jordan on February 3, 2008 at 2:10 pm

Our distinguished parliament has suggested a new brilliant idea to shut us all up. They want to impose a one fils tax on each minute of cellular phone conversation, regardless of the destination of the call.

واقترحت “قانونية النواب” من اجل تحقيق موارد مالية للصندوق فرض اقتطاعات جديدة على فاتورة الهواتف الخليوية بواقع فلس واحد على كل دقيقة من كل مكالمة هاتفية داخلية أو خارجية أو أرضية، وفلسين اثنين مما كان يسمى فلس الريف والذي تحصله شركات الكهرباء العاملة في المملكة من المشتركين على أن يبقى الفلس الثالث الذي تحصله هذه الشركات مخصصا لكهرباء الريف

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I was just thinking this morning about our telecom bliss in Jordan, and how we have five independent telecommunications companies and how we can make phone calls for reasonable money and talk to each other through reliable networks, even if we are hungry and cold.

After the government enforced a law to collect one JD annually from each and every phone line in the country (fixed and cellular) to support public universities, now we are faced with an ADDITIONAL tax on our airtime. And for what?

To provide the government with finances to support the ambiguous, still-in-the-works “Fund for Animal Protection.” What is that anyway? What’s even worse is that the resourceful, new parliament House of Representatives has suggested this tax idea!

This is the same government which has so far failed in generating money from sustainable projects, has liberalized our markets thus causing major price increases, has NOT provided sufficient and adequate alternatives for Jordanians to lead decent lives, has slapped public sector employees with a, what?, 50 JD raise in the face of the tremendous inflation, and has not intervened yet to assist the poor lot in the private sector.

This is the government which sees you, 3azeezi al muwaten, as its prime, Grade A, kharoof with a belly full of money. After starving you and leaving you in the cold, now the government is about to tell you to SHUT UP. In the coming few years, you will not be able to even afford complaining on the phone about gas and food prices.

What is that I hear? Ah, the Silence of the Lambs.

Atheist Marriages in Jordan

In Jordan, Salon on February 2, 2008 at 11:37 am

How do atheists get married in Jordan?

I ask because my information on the subject is minimal. Supposing two atheist people want to get married, how do they go about doing it in a country where your birth religion is inscribed in every document, identification material, and any other formal piece of paper you may acquire during your life?

Obviously, Jordanian law does not allow for the choice “Religion: none,” so if that is the case, does it stretch to allow for a form of legal binding between two people who have no religion?

The Snow Will Get You

In Jordan on January 30, 2008 at 8:44 am

Awww… The weather people were right this time. I am so happy for them. They have finally saved face.

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(Wearing my Dad’s worn-out snow sneakers although they’re at least eight sizes bigger than my feet)

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I use Havana Brown as my snow measurement tool. Compare if you like.

Younger Is Better: Early Marriages in Jordan

In Jordan, Wonder Woman on January 24, 2008 at 1:04 pm

I was just doing my morning news round and I came across an important article in Al Rai newspaper. The article treats the subject of early marriage in Jordan, and why it will sap this country of its riches.

According to Jordanian law, the legal marriage age is 18, which is reasonable. But there is a special clause that basically says that a judge has the authority to marry off a 15 year-old girl whenever he sees fit, or when he sees that the marriage will be for her own good. Of course, a religious judge (which is the type of judges that does marriage procedures) or a Sheikh authorized to write the marriage contract (el ktab) seldom if ever object to marrying off an underage girl. I say this because I have heard from my mother, time and again, how the Sheikh married this girl or that girl although she was only 15-16. Beddo yostor 3aleeha, i.e. he believes he is doing good and preserving her honor (followers of this logic believe that a woman is a scandal waiting to happen).

Al Rai article details the health, financial, and psychological consequences for young marriages and criticizes the legal exception granted to judges to marry off underage girls. In essence, the exception annihilates the actual law, because like I mentioned, very few judges or Sheikhs would object to underage marriages because according to their religious views; they are saving society from the evils of adultery. Never mind the fact that they are helping perpetuate gender inequality and tens of social dysfunctions, not to mention literally endangering the girls’ healths and education and characters by marrying them off to, dare I say this, pedophiles who hunt young brides to “mould them” into the submissive wife-maids they wish. Never mind all that, they are saving society.

According to the article, the percentage of underage marriages is 14%, which translates to 7598 marriages. That is inaccurate, because judges and Sheikhs when they draft up the marriage contracts do NOT put the actual ages of the girls when they are underage, they simply write 18! So that 14% is only what got reported, but not the actual percentage.

Jordan has one million girls under the age of 15, who are alive right now. I did the math; this means that 140,000 girls between the ages of 15-18 WILL get married within the next 15-18 years. That is a huge number! Let’s assume that each one of these girls will only deliver three babies, that makes it 420,000 babies IN ADDITION to the other births from legal marriages. Naturally, the men who marry underage girls do not only want three babies. They want five, six, maybe more, and their child-wives are fertile enough to keep on popping kids for 15 years. And don’t forget, 14% is not the actual percentage of underage marriages in our society.

Can you imagine what will happen to the population of Jordan at this rate? Can you imagine the health bill that will come out of the birth complications and other child-related problems? Can you imagine the thousands of children who will be born to semi-illiterate mothers, what will become of them? Can you imagine what will happen when Almighty Daddy can’t take care of his dozen children?

He will marry off the girls at 15.

حملة نسائية في مجلس النواب

In Jordan, Wonder Woman, عربي on January 23, 2008 at 12:08 pm

يقود تحالف مؤسسات مجتمع مدني ومنظمات نسائية حملة لإقناع مجلس النواب بإدراج قانون الأحوال الشخصية المؤقت رقم (82) لسنة 2001 على جدول أعماله لإقراره

وتطالب التعديلات بما يأتي:

بالتأكيد على ضرورة الإبقاء على تعديل رفع سن الزواج للذكر والأنثى إلى ثمانية عشر سنة ورفع السن بالنسبة للاستثناء الذي يسمح بتزويج من بلغ الخامسة عشر إلى ستة عشر عاماً.

الإبقاء على مبدأ حق المرأة في الخلع القضائي

وتأكيد أهمية رفع مقدار التعويض عن الطلاق التعسفي ليتناسب التعويض مع مدة الزواج

واعتبار تعدد الزوجات ضرراً مفترضاً يسمح بطلب التفريق للضرر إذا لم ترضَ به أي من الزوجات استنادا إلى حق المرأة الوارد في القانون في اشتراط عدم زواج زوجها عليها في عقد الزواج

رفع سن الحضانة إلى خمسة عشر عاماً لكل من البنت والولد ولجميع الطوائف، وجعل الولاية مشتركة بين الولي والأم الحاضنة، وتعديل النصوص بحيث لا تحرم الطفلة في حالة اختيارها البقاء مع أمها من الحق في النفقة

وتعديل الأحكام الخاصة باستحقاق الوصية الواجبة بحيث يستفيد أبناء البنت بحصة من تركة الجد كما يستفيد بنات وأبناء الابن

ضمان حق الأرملة في الاستمرار بالإقامة في بيت الزوجية وفي حق الاحتفاظ بالموجودات لاستخدامها حتى وفاتها ما لم تتزوج

المقال كاملاً في جريدة الرأي بقلم سمر حدادين

مبروك, كلها تعديلات مهمة و يجب إيلائها الأولوية في مجلس النواب مع أنني لا أتوقع لها النجاح في مجلس نوابنا المكون من أغلبية ذكورية ساحقة انتخبها الشعب الأردني. و المسألة التي أريد أن أتناولها هي: أنا شخصياً لم أكن أعلم أن الطفلة تحرم من حق النفقة إذا اختارت البقاء مع والدتها, و لم أكن أعلم أن أبناء البنت لا يستفيدون من تركة الجد على العكس من أبناء الابن, و لم أكن أعلم أن هذه النواقص موجودة بالفعل في القانون الأردني, أو لعلها ليست نواقص بل إنقاص من حقوق المرأة تغاضى عنه القانون.

نحن في الأردن,نساءً و رجالاً, لا نعلم الكثير الكثير من الأمور القانونية التي تنظم حياتنا. أنا مثلاً لا أعلم شيثاً عن قوانين الطلاق لدينا لأن أسرتي لم تعش هذه التجربة, و لكن من المفروض أن أكون على دراية بهذه الأمور إذا قررت أن أتزوج مثلاً في يوم من الأيام و من المفروض أن تكون كل فتاة مطلعة على القوانين التي تذعن لها في اللحظة التي تقرر الارتباط. لماذا؟ حتى تتمكن ما استطاعت من تدارك الأمر قبل حدوثه و ربما تصحيح بعض الأخطاء القانونية في حقها في الوثيقة التي يقدسها المجتمع (كتب الكتاب) قبل أن يفوت الأوان.

شو يعني بدك تشرطي علي؟
مهو أكيد, إزا الزواج عقد و أنت بتحصل على حقوقك غير المكتوبة باسم القانون, فأنا سأحصل على حقوقي التي نسيها القانون بكتابتها هنا.

Snow in Amman

In Jordan on January 22, 2008 at 8:16 am

Well, well, well. Good morning Amman! The snow probably won’t hold but eh, it’s nice to see something coming down from the sky after the freezing cold spell we were under for a week.

How come nobody said it is going to snow? Even Accuweather doesn’t have that. Did the Gods of Weather trick us all AGAIN?

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30 minutes later:

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30 minutes later:

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I’m pleased. I have a sore throat and I would rather snuggle in my bed next to my soba in my freezing room than go out. My mother wouldn’t let me anyway.

Good morning again!

And Speaking of Elections…

In Culture Arabia, Jordan on November 19, 2007 at 11:03 pm

Check out the enlightened propaganda I came across today:

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Translation: “Boycott the parliamentary elections. Only god can legislate.”

A Library for Every Home: Too Ambitious for Jordan’s Ministry of Culture

In Jordan on November 10, 2007 at 1:46 pm

So on November 8th, 2007, I went with my family to visit the book fair called “A Library for Every Home.” This was a project initiated by the Jordanian Ministry of Culture to encourage people to read and build their own libraries by providing titles at super-low prices. I saluted the idea, despite reading several articles in daily newspapers dismissing the potential success of the project, attributing Jordanians’ loathing for the book to genetics more than finances. I personally thought the initiative was good.

That said, I went to the fair hoping that it will be somewhat like last year’s book fair which I enjoyed and considerably funded by purchasing a ton of books. I was sorely mistaken, though. I found out that there were only 50 titles on sale, which is something I can understand since the ministry has taken it upon itself to print these books and probably does not have enough funds to print more than 50 titles. But what I could not understand was the absence of 45 of these 50 titles when I went to the event!

I went at around 12 PM, which was an hour after the queen inaugurated the fair. How could the books evaporate in an hour’s time?, I asked myself. The tables were empty except for a meager, pathetic group of prints of a book on pregnancy and another on mathematics. Some children’s books survived, a novel by Sameeha Khrais, one by Naguib Mahfouz. But that was it.

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Where had the remaining 45 titles gone in less than an hour?
Why would the Ministry of Culture promise a library for every home when it cannot organize an event to match the title?

I went home, disappointed and angry at the waste of my time. The next day, November 9th, my parents went again to the Royal Cultural Center at around 9 AM. They were hoping to find the tables stacked with books, the organizers friendlier, the people happier. What they found was the exact opposite. Apparently, not even at 9 AM in the morning can one hope for a decent book fair organized by the Ministry of Culture.

It turned out that some of the employees working in the fair had been selling books by the carton! I mean, honestly, would a regular human being buy 24 copies of a book on pregnancy?! Didn’t they think that, perhaps, only a slight possibility, any such person might be a merchant of some sort and want to resell these books at a higher price?

A Library for Every Bookstore, that’s a more proper name for the book fair, I say.

While there, my parents talked to a number of other equally disappointed citizens about the mess they were visiting. They also talked to some employees who urged them to contact the Ministry of Culture and report the absurdities happening at the fair. Hmm, if the visitors and the employees were complaining, who is to blame? I wonder.

A Visit to Mount Nebo

In Explorator, Jordan on October 21, 2007 at 3:12 pm

Yesterday was one of those particular days that live on to become excellent stories. I was home alone and dulled by my very long Eid vacation, and I was especially bummed because I couldn’t organize a trip somewhere during that vacation.

Eventually not being able to imagine how wasted I would feel if I didn’t do something, I decided to go on a solo road trip. When I thought about it initially, I wanted to go to the Dead Sea and get tanned. The Dead Sea was an ideal choice because it is close and equipped with touristy places and I could have driven back home in no time if my parents decided to abort their awayness. Then I figured that bikini-ing alone would probably not be so much fun, and reading a book in the grilling sun as random people pitied me for being alone would be even less fun.

After some quick thinking, I decided to go to Madaba if I could find it. I thought if I did Madaba and had some extra time I will go down to the Dead Sea and drive up to Amman just for the heck of it. That was the plan unless I thought of something else along the way.

I’ve been to Mount Nebo some years back and it seemed closer then. I guess because I was going there on my own this time, and hesitating in trusting the touristic signs leading me there, that it seemed so distant. Nonetheless, once I got to it, the place was as majestic and divine as it ever was.

To my utter delight, I was welcomed with a free pass at the foot of the mountain. I walked up towards the famous Brazen Serpent and then entered the church. The vast majority of the visitors were foreign, there were French, Italians, Spanish, and Japanese. I saw only one or two Jordanian groups of little numbers.

Once inside, I renewed my fascination with the typically gorgeous stained glass artistry that is usually iconic in Christian places of worship. Not much of it was present in Mount Nebo but since I do not get to see much of it in my daily life anyway, what little was there was spectacular. I wish they would add to the four stained glass windows already present.

I spent close to two hours inside the church, sitting on the first bench closest to the ancient rotund altar and looking out through the image of the Father and into myself. Then a clergyman appeared from out of nowhere, wearing a long brown habit, eyeglasses, and a watch, and started getting peculiar items from a small corner closet that I had not even noticed until he touched it. He got a red Bible with two bookmarks dangling from it and placed it on a center table in the altar. Then he got little bottles and mixed some of their ingredients and placed them on the table as well. All of this was fascinating to me and I sat there watching him with the utmost attention.

I have always wanted to attend a prayer, or a sermon, or a mass in a church. I have had this desire for the longest time and I was never able to realize it. So when I saw preparations taking place for something quite unfamiliar to me, then I had no doubt I must stick around unless otherwise instructed. I thought I would stay and watch until someone kicked me out.

Minutes later, a group of Italian tourists joined the clergyman in the alter ring. They sat on the sides and the bench where I was sitting no longer had its viewing advantage. I decided to join the believers in the altar ring and I did. Luckily for me I could understand their language and I understood the instructions of a black clergyman telling them what to say at certain intervals. It was something to the effect of “Praise the Lord” — but in Italian.

The black man was putting on a pure white habit and he was joined by two other religious leaders. Now the total of the holymen present was four and I was excited beyond description; nobody told me to get out and nobody objected to my being in the altar ring. I think they thought I was Christian too.

The prayer started and the whole church went extremely quiet. Tourists coming in to look at us, the worshippers, were practically mute and the tallest clergyman gave a sermon about Moses and Mount Nebo. Then the Italian crowd recited “Lodate il Signore – Praise the Lord” and a couple men read from the red Bible. The best part to me, and the most familiar, was when everyone started singing Hallelujah at Biblical reading intervals. This event was raw and spiritual and I loved it. The weirdest part was when everyone crossed themselves and I didn’t.

Since I am not a Christian thinker, I did not know what will follow. I thought maybe after some time the believers will take the offering of the Holy Bread and I imagined it would not be appropriate for me to join in that activity. Of course, there was no way for me to be sure what they did next because I slipped quietly out of the altar and out of the church, filled with content and acceptance. I had not attended any prayer in just any church, but an Italian service in a Biblical site nonetheless.

On my way out, I looked at the Brazen Serpent and mused a little, and walked on. Right there in the middle of the small walk beside the church I saw a long snake wiggling off-road and I watched it slide and hide in the plants nearby. There was no reason to panic, I felt nothing watching the snake since I caught one like it in the past, and I felt no danger on the people moving about because the snake went away. Besides, Mount Nebo is a divine site in the wild and these creatures have been there before religion. I even saw a lizard in the church, high up next to the right stained glass window.

I got to my car and it wouldn’t start. Naturally, to add to the adventures of the day, I asked the tourist police to help me out and they did. I drove off down towards the Dead Sea. Now the road from Mount Nebo to the Dead Sea, in case you do not know this, is pretty dangerous. I didn’t know that. The road is technically a gallery of half-circles going down steep, cruel mountains in the scorching sun.

Eventually though, the road relaxed into a sane straight line hugged by dry salty lands and shantytowns and tired half-grown crops. To add more to the excitement, I was stopped twice by the police. Once at a regular check point where the officer noticed I looked nothing at all like the person in my ID, but chose to let me pass, and the other time when I was doing 120 when the speed limit was 50. Also then the officer chose to let me go, possibly because it was really hot and my car was filthy.

So there I was. Driving around the Dead Sea area, unsure what to do and feeling spiritual and tourist-like at the same time, when my parents decided to inform me they were 45 minutes away from home. That brought my wanderings to an absolute end and I gladly stepped on it to beat my parents home. They would have killed me if they knew I went wandering around Jordan alone, unprotected and all. What blasphemy!

Reader, I was so tense driving back home I have no idea how I made it in one piece. Fortunately, I did make it ahead of my parents and I even managed to wash the then-stinking dishes forgotten in the sink. No harm done and I lived to tell this story today.

1st Woman Appointed As Chief of Court

In Jordan, Wonder Woman on May 29, 2007 at 9:59 am

Good news; now we have women police officers, nurses, doctors, engineers, journalists, garbage-truck drivers, professors, teachers, mini-Sheikhs, nuns (obviously), managers, ministers, parliament members, and chiefs of court.

AMMAN — The first woman to hold the position of chief of court was appointed on Monday by the High Judiciary Board and described her new position as a big step forward for Arab women.

“This is a very important step for Arab women in the region; it is tough competition to be appointed as a decision-maker,” said Ihssan Barakat, who three years ago, also became the first woman judge to serve in the Appeals Court.

In her new post of Chief of the Court of First Instance in west Amman, Barakat will be in charge of 22 judges and 81 employees.

She told The Jordan Times yesterday that she is up to “the tough task” of leading the second highest court in Amman, adding that her number one priority will be to provide an efficient judicial system.

“The constitutional law gives every Jordanian citizen the right to obtain justice; my goal is to make it as hassle- free, fast and fair as possible… going to court should not be a punishment,” she said.

As a founding member and present vice chairman of the Arab Women Legal Network, Barakat’s appointment is in line with her determination to raise the capacity of women leaders in the region.

Formed in 2005 and headquartered in Jordan, the network is a nonprofit, nongovernmental regional entity that aims to facilitate the advancement of Arab women working in the legal field.

Link to original — Jordan Times

I have one reservation on something included in this article by the Jordan Times. Barakat is a chairwoman, and not a chairman, of the Arab Women Legal Network. Honestly, let’s be accurate and sex-sensitive — it’s the politically correct thing to do.

Oh, and good thing Barakat is veiled. So much for humbugs saying Muslim women are not allowed to lead or to be in positions of power. Check your references in context.

I hope Barakat and other leading Jordanian women would work to ensure that our laws do not contradict the constitution, like I found previously regarding women in the Jordanian labor law.

Jordan Rally: Raw and Fast

In Jordan on May 11, 2007 at 4:26 pm

I went this morning to the Dead Sea to be at the first stage of Jordan Rally 2007 and I tell you, if you can make it to the Dead Sea today or tomorrow, do it. I had a great time and I shot really awesome videos of the stage. I even got to race (not really) a bit on the highway with team 37: Issa Abu Jamous & Akram Obeidat! All speed-lovers should be at Jordan Rally! Go go go!

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Here comes the bride!

Coming closer...

Team 11 advancing...

Ugly curve!

Whizzing by...

Gone!

Chopper!

Team Jordan 12

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هيّو سطاّم هّيو: انتخابات مجلس طلبة الأردنية و مشكلة التعبير عن الفرحة

In Jordan, عربي on May 10, 2007 at 10:24 pm

اليوم كان آخر أيام انتخابات مجلس الطلبة في الجامعة الأردنية و قد حدث أنني شهدت بعض الأحداث المرافقة لعملية الانتخاب و لإعلان النتائج و ما ترتب عليهما من مشاكل و مشاهد مخزية لأي إنسان يستخدم عقله.
أول ما يقال عن انتخابات مجلس الطلبة أنها لا تسفر عن أي تغيير حقيقي في توجهات معظم الطلبة العشائرية و لا تحقق أي مردود يذكر من حيث التغيير و التأثير على إدارة الجامعة بقدر ما هي تقوم بتغيير جغرافية الحرم الجامعي من خلال الأوراق و الملصقات و الباجات و الزبايل من هذا النوع. حتى أنني لاحظت هذه السنة أن هناك قدر كبير من الإبداع في البوسترات فقد قام أحد المرشحين بنشر صور له ضمن ملصقه الانتخابي و هو جالس أمام كنباية حمراء و عليها عدد من “القُرن” و هو يحتضن إحداها, و قام آخر بتطويل شعر غرته من قبل بشهر من تاريخ أخذ صورته حتى تطلع الصورة صح و هو يطلع شعره سبايكي بالضبط كأن “ببّوراً” انفجر للتو في صباحه.
على الرغم من الإبداعات المثيرة للجدل و الشعارات الرنانة مثل “العنف خط أحمر” و “البتراء المدينة الوردية” و “غيرها الكثير, فإن المرشحين على ما يبدو نسوا كما نسي من سبقهم أن عليهم أن يضبطوا كمشة المؤازرين لهم و شللهم و أن يحاولوا منع إلصاق الأوراق في كل مكان إن لم تكن هناك نية لإزالتها فيما بعد. و الأهم من ذلك: وين الجامعة يا جماعة؟ ليش ما تتدخل و تمنع الخربشة على الحيطان و تلزيق الهبل على الشجر و في طريق الطلاب؟
الحل واضح و بسيط: على الجامعة أن تقوم بتحديد الوسائل المسموحة للترويج لمثل هذه الحملات الانتخابية و أن تعاقب كل من يخلف أوراقاً و ملصقات من حملته على السريع لأن الموضوع تعدى مسألة الإبداع في الترويج و وصل إلى حد برادة الوجه و التخريب المتعمد لممتلكات الطلاب و الجامعة مع العلم بأن الجامعة لا تتخذ أي إجراء لمعاقبة هؤلاء المخربين يعني ما حدا سائل.
أما بعد إعلان النتائج فقد لاحظت تواجداً مكثفاُ للشرطة و للحرس الجامعي و مع ذلك نشبت هوشات كثيرة بين الخاسرين و الرابحين و ربعهم و من حيث لا أدري طلعت القنوات و العصي و صاروا هلشباب يركضوا و البنات يصرخوا و سمعت أصوات عيارات نارية و قامت القيامة. بالإضافة إلى ذلك قامت العديد من الحفلات المجانية في أنحاء الجامعة و صار الرقص و الدبك لأبو موزة و الفرحة عمت في الحرم الجامعي لكن الهوشات قاطعتها على أساس الكمال لله.
أتوقع أن هناك مشكلة لدينا كشعب ربما في التعبير عن الفرحة, فما أسرع أن تسمع من يقول “طخّله طخلّه” و من ثم ترى أحد الذين يعتبرون أنفسهم زلام و نخوجية يستل مسدساً و “يطخلّه” حتى تكمل الفرحة و تصبح المناسبة ذات معنى. ربما هناك شيئ من الطبيعية بأن يحصل أمر كهذا في إحدى القرى أو البوادي النائية, أما أن يحصل في حرم أو على أبواب حرم الجامعة الأردنية و في قلب منطقة مأهولة بالسكان و من قبل طلاب جامعيين فهو أمر يدل على تخلف النظام التعليمي و الاجتماعي الذي لم يتمكن من معالجة مثل هذه الظاهرة الخطيرة.
و ليت الأمر توقف عند حد الطخ, فقد توجهت أعداد كبيرة من الشباب الذكور نحو البوابة الشمالية للجامعة و خرجت من الحرم الجامعي لإيقاف السير البطيء أصلاً في تلك المنطقة مما دفع بأصحاب المحال التجارية هناك لإقفال أبواب محالهم خوفاً من أن يتضرروا على إثر شي دعسة فجائية. من ثم قام الطلاب بالنط على السيارات المتوقفة في الشارع و كانت السيارات مأهولة بالناس الذين كانوا يمرون في الشارع ليتم إيقافهم و استفزازهم بهذه الطريقة و استمر الرقص و الطقش و الفقش إلى أن عتمت العين.
في أثناء تصويري لأحد مشاهد الدبكة وقف إلى جانبي أحد المسؤولين عن مبنى الإنسانية و أخبرني أنني أتصرف على مسؤوليتي عند قيامي بتصوير الأحداث و من ثم زودني بتحليله للموقف قائلاً أنه “لو الجامعة بتفهم بتعين كل المجلس و بتلغي الانتخابات” و لوهلة تفاجأت من كلامه لكن انتشلني من الصدمة صوت الصراخ على إثر إحدى الهوشات و رأيت الطلاب يطاردون بعضهم فتحسرت على اشي اسمه العقل زينة و على اشي اسمه ديمقراطية.

Dead Sea Rescue Slowed by Conflicts

In Jordan on May 8, 2007 at 12:01 pm

Discovery News published an article by Jamal Halaby of the Associated Press on May 7th that discusses the not-so-slow but steady death of the Dead Sea (accidental pun).

Here are the highlights of the article:

1- Jordan, Israel and the Palestinians are slowly pushing through the tangle of their disputes and suspicions in a race to save a biblical and ecological treasure, the Dead Sea.

The famously salty sea, which lies at Earth’s lowest point, is shrinking. It has receded by some three feet a year for the past 25 years, and Jordan and Israel warn that if the trend continues, it will vanish by 2050 along with its unique ecosystem, defeated by river diversions, mineral extraction and natural reasons, like evaporation.

2- The urgency is made clear by a dramatic side effect of the dwindling water: sinkholes.

These yawns open in a flash, leaving pits 100 feet deep or more in the sponge-like terrain. At Ghor Haditha, a Jordanian village of 6,000 people on the Dead Sea’s southern tip, signs warn of the peril and huge holes dot the vegetable fields.

The sinkholes happen because underground aquifers shrink and salt left by the receding Dead Sea waters erodes the earth.

3- The Dead Sea, or Salt Sea, is mentioned in the Old Testament. The sinful cities of Sodom and Gomorrah are said to have stood on its banks, and from nearby Mount Nebo, Moses reputedly first saw the Promised Land.

The placid, sun-baked lake, surrounded by spectacular desert cliffs, has also become a tourist attraction for both Jordan and Israel, due to its curative waters and black mud. Five-star hotels are sprouting on its shores, creating pollution problems which pose a further threat.

4- One plan, to draw water from the Mediterranean, about 50 miles to the west, was shelved as too costly, so “Med-Dead” shifted to “Red-Dead” – an underground pipeline bringing water from the Red Sea, 125 miles south.

The feasibility study finally began this year, with 60 percent of its $15.5 million cost provided by the United States and other Western donors. The pipeline itself will cost $1 billion and take two years to complete, if funding can be found.

5- But the collapse of Israeli-Palestinian peace negotiations and subsequent violence put the brakes on the project.

The sides agreed in late 2005 to launch a feasibility study for the pipeline, but Israel balked following the landslide January 2006 election victory of the militant Hamas group and its eventual takeover of the Palestinian government in the West Bank and Gaza Strip.

With renewed Jordanian prodding to resurrect the project, a compromise was reached to include Palestinian moderates on a committee overseeing the project.

The whole article “Dead Sea Rescue Slowed by Conflicts” is here.

I once cut my foot by mistake and forgot all about it until minutes later when I dipped it in the Dead Sea. That is something that happened years ago and the burning feeling I felt was unforgettable. Last year, however, I visited the Dead Sea and I seriously felt that the waters were not as salty as before. Not a single place in my cut-ridden body burned, I felt nothing. That was a very alarming sign, and it was very personal.

As a Jordanian citizen, I grew up taking pride in knowing that we have the lowest point on earth, the saltiest body of water, and a famous biblical site that is also making money for cosmetics and tourism tycoons. Whenever my family and I passed by the Dead Sea, I would look at it and feel connected to nature. My father would always tell us stories on Sodom and Gomorrah and their swift destruction. The Dead Sea, its beauty and its tales, became part of our family tradition.

I am not exaggerating when I say that Jordanians feel strongly connected to the Dead Sea. True, it is not exactly big and it is not exactly enjoyable if you have cuts on your body. Truer still, drinking some of its water would cause you to throw up and if that water gets in your eyes then you will be very sorry. But still, it is our sea and our wonder.

The Dead Sea has visibly and rapidly shrunk over the years. Anyone who has been to it during the 1990’s and again in 2007 would notice the matter-of-fact decline in its size and saltiness. Simply put, Jordan and Israel are destroying the Dead Sea and with the little coordination that seems to be taking place every once in a while, things are not looking up.

If the revival of the Dead Sea is too costly for governments, why don’t the private corporations that own the multiple hotels and spas along its shores chip in? Why don’t the people behind successful Dead Sea products assume some of the responsibility, too? Also, the companies that extract salt from the waters (thereby greatly accelerating evaporation), shouldn’t they allocate some funds to help keep the ball rollin’? Isn’t environmental responsibility quite trendy these days? You would think that the same corporations that generate profit from the Dead Sea would want to keep that flow of cash coming in, no?

Still on the issue of revival, politics should not be allowed to interfere in this one… more… thing. The people in Jordan, Israel, and Palestine are clearly already burdened with the political conflicts in their daily lives. But to let that conflict steal away something that they all share is simply unspeakable. It would be true transgression on every citizen’s environmental rights in all three of these countries.

In the meantime, the three culprits governments are deliberating, fighting, and sometimes negotiating a way out of the mess that they let happen. Maybe they are waiting for Green Peace to settle the dispute. Or maybe they want a Rabbi and a Sheikh to agree on the location of Sodom so they would know which side will pay more funds…and by then the Dead Sea would have become a trickle of water on a pillar of salt.

On Raising University Tuition Fees in Jordan and Poor Planning

In Jordan on April 11, 2007 at 11:13 am

There is a lot of talk lately about a governmental intention to raise the tuition fees in public universities in Jordan. But while officials in the Ministry of Higher Education dismiss the rumours, many in Jordan have learned through experience that if a rumour is officially dismissed, it will soon turn into reality.

Interestingly, a more controversial measure was taken very recently to provide financial support to public universities in the country. A one JD tax was forced on anyone who had a landline or a cell phone (paid once a year). That means/meant the following:
1- The grand majority of Jordanians currently pay a tax to support public higher education.

2- A large number of these taxpayers do not have access to this public higher education, and they admit their sons and daughters to private universities or to no universities at all. This means they are forced to pay to teach other people’s sons and daughters when they should not.

3- Most of these taxpayers are forced to pay the same tax two or three times, or more. If a person has a landline and a cell phone, he or she will pay the tax twice. His or her sons and daughters who have cell phones will also pay the same tax regardless of their age.

4- Cell phone owners in Jordan already pay 16% sales tax and an “additional” 4.5% tax, which totals 20.5%.* Now it is safe to add this infamous one JD tax to the total cost.

5- This would certainly generate more money for public universities. Public universities already received revenue up to 20-25 million JD from the ambiguous “additional fees” that students had to pay at the start of each semester in 2006.* The revenue generated by the one JD tax, however, is no more than four million JD.** This means that a ridiculous amount of 400,000 JD will go to each of the ten public universities we have.

6- The Ministry of Finance took the trouble to dig as far back as 1985 to find a law to shave money off Jordanians. The law is called: قانون الرسوم الإضافية للجامعات الأردنية رقم (4) لسنة 1985 (Additional Fees Law no.4 for Jordanian Universities, 1985). Not only that, the Ministry took the time to “interpret” the word “phone” in the law and to finally deduce that it is a word generic enough to include cell phones along with landlines.

7- If the Ministry of Higher Education eventually decides that the old-new law does not help it generate enough money to fill the monetary cracks in public universities (and it doesn’t), it just might raise tuition fees.

8- The Ministry of Higher Education finds it easier to collaborate with the Ministry of Finance to impose taxes or to act on its own and raise tuition fees, all instant quick-money solutions, instead of designing long-term revenue-generating projects and plans. If nothing else, this indicates poor planning and poor supervision over the financial assets of public universities in Jordan.

To return to the main topic of this post, even back in July 2006 there was talk about raising tuition fees for public universities. The rumours were dismissed and the Ministry said there will be no changes over the fees in 2006. Well, now we’re in 2007, I wonder if any surprises await us this year.

An important question is this: How much more can the Jordanian citizen pay to get some education? And, even more importantly, is the quality of education provided in public universities in Jordan really worth all this money the citizens are forced to invest?

* Al Rai newspaper
** Al Ghad newspaper

Duo Degani: Upcoming Concerto

In Italiano, Jordan on March 26, 2007 at 12:04 pm

Ciao a tutti! Ecco una nuova invitazione per un concerto organizzato dall’Ambasciata Italiana. Il concerto sarà il 31 Marzo 2007 alle 8:30 in Zara Expo Auditorium. Parlando della mia esperienza di concerti organizzati dall’Ambasciata, ci sarà vino rosso gratis.

Ciao everyone! This is a new invitation to a concert organized by the Italian Embassy in Amman. The concert will take place at the Zara Expo Auditorium on March 31st at 08.30 p.m. I hope you can make it because, if for nothing else, there’s always free red wine.

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Ci vediamo! See you there!

Jordanian Songs Online أغاني أردنية

In Jordan on March 6, 2007 at 3:55 pm

I found this great site that lets you download all-original Jordanian songs, old and new, for free! This is great news for anyone who grew up listening to these songs (even if forced into it): http://www.vivajordan.net/

Constitutional Amendments: The 15th Amendment and Jordanian Women

In Jordan, Wonder Woman on February 3, 2007 at 10:13 pm

On February 3rd, 1870, the fifteenth amendment to the United States constitution was ratified. This amendment was part of several others that saw the light after the Civil War ended. In a nutshell, it gave former slaves the right to vote and dictated that neither states nor the federal government can use citizens’ race, color, or former state of servitude to prohibit them from practicing their right to vote. Here is the exact text of the amendment:

Section 1: The right of citizens of the United States to vote shall not be denied or abridged by the United States or by any State on account of race, color, or previous condition of servitude.

Section 2: The Congress shall have power to enforce this article by appropriate legislation.

Now although the fifteenth amendment was not respected in many states after its immediate implementation and although the South continued to discriminate against people of color and might have even gotten more creative/violent doing so, it (the fifteenth amendment) did pave the way for future quests for equality on the part of African-Americans.

At that, how often do Arab constitutions get amended? And perhaps more important is the question of whether they get amended in positive, socially progressive ways (when they do get tweaked, that is) or in more restrictive, totalitarian democracy-wraps.

In an interesting little research I did tonight, I found out that the Jordanian Constitution says, in Chapter Two- Article 6 (ii) , that “the Government shall ensure work and education within the limits of its possibilities, and it shall ensure a state of tranquillity and equal opportunities to all Jordanians.

However, after I inspected the Jordanian Labor Law, I found that women are not given equal rights as men in the workplace or even in their choice of a profession. Here’s what the Labor Law says in Article 69, conveniently titled “The Limits Applied to the Hiring of the Woman“:

The following shall be set pursuant to a resolution to be made by the Minister after inquiring about the opinion of the competent official parties:
A- The industries and works for which women may not be hired.
B- Times at which women may not be caused to be working and the cases excluded from the same.

In effect, then, the government has decidedly phrased the labor law in a way that explicitly contradicts the constitution. Moreover, it has been so unabashed in labelling women as unequal to men in competence and merit by titling and detailing Article 69 as seen above.

To step back to a previous point I mentioned, I do not think the Jordanian Constitution needs to be amended in this instance. It is the ambivalent sexist Labor Law that grants women the right to work but only in some professions as deemed appropriate by a patriarchal society, and is unashamed to put limitations restricting women’s potential blatantly, in an article of their own.

A fitting question may now be placed on the competence of the men who phrased this law, and on the readiness of the men that today dominate the political scene in Jordan to take steps to amend it. In a highly tribal and predominantly male parliament, I doubt much hope can be placed on progressive change.

My bet would be placed on more investigation to be done by activists and intellectuals, anyone interested in social progress really, on issues of gender and discrimination against women in Jordanian law and culture. I for one had no idea that the Constitution and the Labor Law contradict in such a way, and I had no clue that the Labor Law is as backwardly sexist as it turned out to be.

If Jordanian women are equated to former slaves in the United States (and Jordanian women are indeed enslaved in more ways than one at present), and their right to pursue a profession they see fit as the right of former slaves to vote – then what we have is a parable that we just might learn from.

The fifteenth amendment only had temporary immediate effects on the situation of former slaves. Local “voting qualification” laws were enforced in the South to swivel around it and to prevent Black voters from practicing their constitutional rights.

Our own Labor Law is very similar to these laws. It prevents Jordanian women from practicing their constitutional right to “equal opportunities.” The only difference being that the Southern local laws oppressing African-Americans date back to the 1890’s, while our Labor Law is still practiced in 2007.

Dismay aside, there are several ways to challenge Article 69 of the Labor Law. Awareness among women has to be emphasized. As I mentioned above, I only found out about this naked contradiction and scandalous legal sexism tonight – by pure chance. I doubt most Jordanian women, working women specifically, know about it.

Awareness may be a positive step towards change, but it is not enough. As positive as it is, it is not aggressive to a degree as to achieve anything on its own. A stronger presence for women empowerment societies and associations has to become reality. Social activists, women and men, must take action to see an end to legal discrimination against women in Jordan.

On a final note, thorough review of the Jordanian laws and legal framework has to be administered by a non-sexist government. Consider the phrasing of Article 6 (i) of the Jordanian Constitution: “Jordanians shall be equal before the law. There shall be no discrimination between them as regards to their rights and duties on grounds of race, language or religion.”

How about adding the word “gender” just so we make sure 50% of the population is not left out?

Waterland Amman: City-Sized Pool

In Jordan on January 20, 2007 at 11:44 pm

What, in Allah’s name, is the matter with the authorities in Amman? I ask you most humbly and with great shock that seems only to grow every passing day.

When did Amman turn into a giant swimming pool for cars? Why don’t the draining systems do what they’re supposed to do? Why do they function counter- purpose-wise and spit water instead of swallow it? Why doesn’t someone do something about this?

I am very outraged at the current state of Jordanian streets in general, and more so at the unbelievably mediocre state they assume when Allah decides to give us some water to drink. Every winter the same problem arises — it gets talked about on morning radio shows, evening news, and 60 minutes, those in positions of responsibility are brought to comment and they say next to nothing in citizen-O-meter, and then after the usual citizen rants nothing is done to remedy the situation on the ground. Nobody is charged with anything (ruining people’s cars, for instance) and nobody cares.

How very, utterly, desperately pathetic this situation is! I refuse to get my pants soaking wet up to my knees when I decide to cross the street, I refuse to get water up to my brain when I dive in a street pool, and I refuse to cramp someone’s style by spraying them with dirty wheel water when I pass them by. Moreover, I refuse to sheep-up about this.

Amman Municipality and everyone working in it — FIX OUR STREETS or by the devil, this time, someone will get hurt.

The Dilemma of Weather in a Small Country Called Jordan

In Jordan, Opinion on January 2, 2007 at 8:30 pm

You all know I live in Jordan. Well, last week it snowed a lot in the Southern parts of the country. What was very interesting about the snow storm was that nobody was prepared for it – not the government, not the people, and not even cars. Many people were literally trapped in the snow in the South, and it was comic how the almighty tax-fat government with all its faculties could not save them.

This entry is not about the government, as entertaining as that subject is, but it is about the Jordanian Meteorological Department. The department failed miserably last week when it did not produce accurate weather forecasts, and did not inform the people of what is coming.

That was only the beginning, however. The meteorological department denied that there will be snow on Sunday earlier this week. People checked online weather websites and learned about the anticipated change of weather. But when confronted about this during an interview, the president of the department strongly dismissed any “rumours” of a change in weather and he vehemently attacked the presenter when the latter told him that news about an upcoming change are all online, contrary to his predictions.

The really amusing part was yet to come. On Sunday, the South of Jordan saw more snow and Mr.Weatherman’s predictions were proven wrong. Not only that, his attitude in that interview was replayed during the 8 PM news. I thought Jordan TV did a brilliant job when they replayed the piece and contrasted it with, well, reality.

Mr.Weatherman was evidently scandalized by this and he must have taken it quite personally, because the next day JTV said that they cannot air a weather forecast because the Jordanian Meteorological Department did not supply them with any. How very game-like, won’t you say? Walaw ya3ni!

JTV people now rely on the internet to get their weather forecast for the 8 PM news, and a whole country does not use the facilities at the Jordanian Meteorological Department anymore because that person has a chip on his shoulder. I wonder how can a public servant rebel in such a silly way and deprive a nation of news that is paid for. Why doesn’t someone do something about this?

Since it is all a power game, I suggest we settle this dispute the good old Jordanian way – over a finjan* of Arabic coffee. I should change the title of this entry to The Dilemma of Weather and Wasta** in a Small Country Called Jordan.

*Finjan: small traditional cup of coffee
**Wasta: a local phenomena that involves the use of connections, through family or acquaintances, to benefit unlawfully

A phonograph in Soug El Harameyyeh

In Jordan, Life on October 20, 2006 at 8:16 pm

I went the other day to investigate an antiques market, in hopes of finding a functional phonograph. The quest for a phonograph developed into a passion of mine only last month after I purchased some 50 classical music and Italian music records in excellent condition.

Before that life-changing event took place, I decided I wanted to quench my thirst for antiques and I started hunting for an old radio that my grandfather had. I started asking around the family for news of the ancient radio but my search proved to be fruitless because someone sold the old beauty.

The purchase of the records revived my passion. I went to an antiques market I had heard about in Zarqa city, it is also called “Soug El Harameyyeh” which translates to “Market of the Thieves”. The name can be attributed to the fact that some items sold there were originally stolen from their owners. I am not sure they still steal things and sell them, but the name remains.

I found only one phonograph but it was ruined. I had a record with me to try any would-be-mine phonographs I found but no trial was necessary for that machine. Now I’ll leave you with pictures taken during that invigorating trip.

Antiques

Old clock

Antiques

View of the market

Follow-up: Mamdouh’s story

In Jordan, Opinion on October 17, 2006 at 11:28 am

I was just on the phone with my friend Mamdouh and I asked him about the name of the company that employs him. Remember this name: شركة الشمس الذهبية

I also asked about some aspects of his condition that I had written about in my previous post, which need correcting. Mamdouh’s contract expired on October 2nd and, unlike what I previously understood, he does not think he has to pay that company 500JD. He just told me that he can leave to Egypt if he wants to but the problem is that he doesn’t want to leave until he secures a Work Permit of some sort,so he can return to Jordan when he wants. The company still has his passport though.

Now he cannot get that permit unless he pays some 200JD +. I need to investigate this further and get back to you.

Jordan is full of good people who are ready to help. It wasn’t my intention to portray the country negatively and I certainly cannot find any good cause in one comment that only bashed the country and its people and stated “We Egyptians have made you who you are”. That is unnecessary bla-bla that shan’t feature in my Box.

After I posted about my friend’s situation, someone volunteered to give Mamdouh the 500JD that were to set him free. Amino and Hal offered to write articles about his case and get them published to stir public reaction. Mamdouh might decide he does not want to be interviewed for an article, but action must be taken to help secure workers’ rights in Jordan.

Egyptian Workers in Jordan: A True Story

In Jordan, Opinion on October 16, 2006 at 8:21 pm

Making things personal helps people identify with them. I want to share the story of one of my friends to let you see the way some Egyptian workers live in our good country, and to seek your help.

Mamdouh was a college student in Egypt. He reached the third year of his BA but was caught cheating and was consequently suspended for a year. He didn’t mind and decided it would be a good break away from school, a break that he might put to good use. He got a job at a local pharmacy and, in his own words, “lived like a king”.

It was only for a year that Mamdouh could work because later on he will go back to school, study hard, get his degree and then graduate to a welcoming land of opportunity. He might even get engaged.

The inevitable happened. Mamdouh heard about Jordan and all about the opportunities it offers Egyptian workers, he even saw a number of his friends leave to Jordan and heard about the money they can make over there. His mind was set, “I will leave to Jordan too!”.

Once he got to the Promised Land, Mamdouh was with a group of other Egyptians who were snatched into the arms of a local services company. Since they had nowhere to go, and nobody to consult with or stay with, those young men were ecstatic that they found work so soon. Work means money, and money means eating, drinking, sleeping in a good place, and some saving.

Signing a contract with that company was the best strategy to survive this new environment. Mamdouh was asked to sign a cheque of 500JD as well as the contract. When he refused, the company people told him it is just a measure to ensure he does not break the contract. When he proved to be stubborn, he was persuaded by his friends to sign just as they did. He remembered that he had nowhere to go if he didn’t have the money, so he signed the contract and the cheque.

The company then confiscated all of the Egyptians’ passports. They said this was also a measure to prevent them from escaping work and violating the contract. Now the company literally owned them.

I met Mamdouh during the period of his “indentured servitude” with this company. He came across as a very decent, ambitious, polite, and helpful young man. Being around my age, we used to talk a lot and he told me how he ended up getting verbally abused every day by his Egyptian superior. The company appointed an Egyptian man to supervise the group of Egyptian workers they had, and this man’s technique was breaking these young men’s self-esteem into subjugation. Locals worked with the company like the Egyptians, but seeing the horrible conditions of employment, they would usually leave after a day or two. Only the Egyptians remained because they had no other choice.

The situation got worse. The company reduced Mamdouh’s salary from 85 to 75JD per month. The 10JD they deducted they said were for “insurance”. Mamdouh had to find another job to pay the rent so he started working from 4 PM until 12 AM in a liquor store.

This means his day starts at 5:30 AM, and ends past midnight.

Mamdouh’s contract specifically prohibits him from visiting Egypt. It extends over one year only. Mamdouh finished his service as the contract legally dictates last month, but he cannot go home. He can go to the Egyptian Embassy in Amman and they might help him get his passport back from his employers, but he does not have 500JD to pay the company.

Mamdouh is still working two jobs, waking up at 5:30 in the morning and not resting before it’s past midnight, everyday.

Who protects Egyptian workers’ rights in this country? Does anyone even care about them? Mamdouh may be lucky because he is educated and he does not have a family to support, but most of those workers are not as educated as he is and they have families that wait for them to put food on the table. If they didn’t need the money so bad, they would not submit to the many forms of abuse they suffer in so many places and in so many forms.

Does anyone know how we can help Mamdouh?

Sources on learning about Karak

In Jordan on September 13, 2006 at 10:54 pm

Since I shall be leaving for the weekend to my beloved and most precious Karak, I decided to dedicate this post to point out just two of the ways you can learn more about this magnificent city – a place that has always been, and is, a fountain of history, strong-willed children of Jordan, and beauty.

My first source is a study by Peter Gubser, called Politics and Change in Al-Karak, Jordan: A Study of a Small Arab Town and its District. This is a great reference book for anyone interested in learning about Karak’s tribal history, economics, and way of life. The book is also available in Arabic, translated by Khaled Al Karaki, and it is excellent. It has maps of Karak’s villages, tables of Karak’s tribes and families (including mine), and documentation of major events in the lives of Karak’s people.

I bought the Arabic version of the book tonight and I got instantly hooked to reading it, partly because it treats essential aspects of the general forming of my city of origin, and partly because my own family’s past alliances and private history are recounted in it. If you don’t waste any time, you can buy this book at the Amman Book Fair from the Greater Amman Municipality stand.

The second source is not as well-trimmed as the first but I shall cite it nonetheless. It is a website (http://www.alkarak.net), and a personal effort from a certain I. Madanat to ” preserve a place for Al Karak on the web “. That very motivation is impressive to me, therefore I decided to expose it a little more. The website is not precisely the most sophisticated out there but it does what it can to provide links to pictures, news, and archaeology (using the Virtual Karak Resources Project which I had covered previously).

Interestingly, AlKarak.net has a blog section, established by I. Madanat. Unfortunately, there is only one post in this section but it is quite to the point:

“Alright, Yo all karakies lets get our Blog working…”

Familiar features: I know your last name

In Jordan on June 9, 2006 at 1:25 pm

For one reason or the other, it seems that Jordanians are quite gifted at recognizing one’s family just by looking one in the face, and studying one’s features for a short while. This is not theoretical; it springs forth from personal experience.

Possibly, one of the reasons behind this unique talent these people enjoy is the size of their country. With a country as fittingly designed as Jordan is to hold its children close to heart, it is not at all uncommon to be approached by a stranger who knows your family name and, in most cases, a handsome number of your kinfolk.

Yet another reason behind the miraculous abilities of the people could be the highly social nature, good or bad, of their community. Now regarded as a setback for the growth and development of a more open society, there is no denying that the emphasis elaborated on social relationships helps the people trace each other’s lineage by a look.

Think of all the Jaha’s and wedding parties that involve large numbers of people from different families, those alone, if it is not audacious to claim, can put one together with hundreds of people. And since those social activities are never-ending; one learns of the distinctive characteristics each family carries.

Notwithstanding all that, it still is a mind-boggling phenomenon but such that makes you feel Jordan is really one big family turned into a country.

Trouble gets Jordanian bloggers more attention

In Jordan, Opinion on May 31, 2006 at 9:05 pm

Living in a little haven in the middle of the world’s most tremulous region could frustrate your chances at getting global recognition as a blogger. The world seems to be always looking for trouble to report on, and there is a lot of it for daily currency- just not here.

You report on the frequent price or tax increases, common governmental alterations, or cultural observations and you have almost consumed your share of the web. You may choose to have your say on the politics of a neighboring country, the situation in Iraq or the upheavals in Egypt but you are “out of the picture” if you’re not a native and this would not grant you the attention you may be seeking.

Back in November, the world was interested in the Amman bombings. Most Jordanian bloggers provided excellent and timely coverage of that dark time and this earned them good stats and media coverage. But, short-spanned as it is, the world’s attention shifted to a bigger, newer, juicier bit of news and most Jordanian bloggers saw a change in their stats trends.

And not to go back that far in your archives, the Danish cartoon controversy put great emphasis on what Muslim people thought of the matter and, Jordanians being mostly Muslim, they got their share.

That said, it is certainly not to prefer trouble striking home over tranquility for the sake of exposure. Would you agree a pattern exists as I see it?

Women changing the world

In Jordan on May 20, 2006 at 10:07 am

Queen Rania of Jordan made an appearance at the Oprah Winfrey show this past week, I got word from an American cyber pal (it’s true).

This was delightful; I particularly liked the title “Women changing the world”. The show focused on Queen Rania’s life and her efforts to better the situation of Jordanian women. It also drew parallels between modern Jordanian women, those Amman-bound in specific, and others in the states.

I say “excellent!”. Jordanian women have time and again proven themselves to be strong, determined, and achieving individuals. It is thrilling to see them getting closer and closer to global recognition. Climb up the ladder, ladies, climb up and claim the world!

Link to the page.

Passion fruit and the parliment

In Jordan on May 8, 2006 at 12:48 pm

As alien as passion fruit is to the Jordanian climate, it’s a matter of wonderment to behold a representative of the people in a 2006 Cadillac CTS.

Then again, it could be the passion in the juice to blame for this chaos.

An Ugly Side of Free Trade: Sweatshops in Jordan (NY Times)

In Jordan on May 4, 2006 at 11:49 am

An intriguing New York Times article by Steven Greenhouse and Michael Barbaro, published May 3, 2006 under the title “An Ugly Side of Free Trade: Sweatshops in Jordan” discusses the actual, facts-and-figures situation of workers in the country. An eye-opening must-read, click here.

I’m sorry, was that cheap labour, or “free” labour?

Southern Edges II

In Jordan, Picturesque on April 27, 2006 at 6:50 am

The end

A breath-taking spectacle, especially at dawn. You sit there and dangle your feet and you become divine.

Rocks and plants

View

Life is strong…

Life is strong

… and sometimes perplexing…

Scared worm

Red insect

Southern Edges I

In Jordan, Picturesque on April 26, 2006 at 9:10 pm

When you climb up to one of those holes,here zoomed in,

Rock

This is what you see:

View

And this,

From the cave

If this is not beauty, I am lost as to what is.

Because money doesn’t grow on trees

In Jordan, Opinion on April 9, 2006 at 9:51 am

I am an average person but soon I will be gone.

This is a thought that haunts me night and day. Whatever will happen to me, and the many many likes of me, when the final and ruling word has been spoken in Jordan, separating its people into two distinctive straits?

Try buying a car. Assuming the original price of the vehicle is 6,000 JD, you would be compelled to put in a rough estimate of 9,000 JD for customs. Add around 1,000 for registration and you will be paying 16,000 JD for an item that really costs 6,000. That’s almost triple the original value and for some reason I am missing the jest.

Try buying a 32 JD mobile card, and you will be forced to actually pay 37 JD. The extra five are the face of the all-famous-budget-munching-16%-sales tax.

Try buying clothes. Not only do you hardly find something that doesn’t have an opening somewhere (a must-have) or a see-through-me nature, as if nobody in Jordan wants to really wear something, but you will also have to pay a minimum of 20 JD for a pair of pants. Quality not guaranteed, mind you, and you will have to do with more than one pair of pants, won’t you? Some math, let’s say you want to buy a nice outfit comprised of three pieces: pants, shirt, shoes. And let’s pretend you land yourself a good deal and get each item for around 20 JD, that’s a total of 60 JD for the wardrobe.

Now imagine you had to live on a 200 JD salary.

Try filling up the car. That’s about 50 JD a month if you’re out and about every day. If you don’t have a car, try using taxis to take you places. That’s a minimum of 1 JD per drive, by 2-3 drives each day on the length of a month, and you got yourself an amazing 90 JD every month for transportation. And I am not even inflating anything.

Try going out, for a change. You will have to dig in that fat purse of yours (and we know it’s full of business cards) to produce at least 30 JD for a decent lunch for two. Try going out three times a month and you’ll pay for it dearly: 90 JD. Too much? Go to cheaper places, you’ll still invest too much in food and company.

Try it again now. Imagine you had to live on a 200 JD salary.

The most upsetting reactions one gets when making this argument are the suggestions not to “live large”. To those comments I would like to say: hello? When was buying decent clothes, seeing friends, and getting around town to go to work “large”? Or is that just your way of dismissing the problem? It won’t do.

People are entitled to live decently. I would imagine minimum decency requirements include living a normal life, like normal people.

Roadside food

In Jordan on April 8, 2006 at 9:48 am

One of the commonest sights to see in the humbler parts of Amman, and in Jordan generally is roadside open-air shops selling food or pottery. The people who set these sorts of shops are usually people who cannot afford to rent a location to showcase their goods, so they opt for the roadside. It is true that this practice is not entirely legal or safe but the truth of the situation has it that it exists, and that I am writing about it all the same.

I took the pictures in this entry on my way back from Salt city just outside Amman the past month, when my mother stopped to examine the roadside merchandise. This roadside vendor specialised in selling raw foods, such as dried figs, honey, raisins, and so on.

As rule of thumb, items sold by the roadside are cheaper than those sold in concrete shops, for obvious reasons. This is an advantage these vendors enjoy but with the laws getting stricter each day I believe they don’t stand much chance to run on forever.

A final note, If you arrive to such a “shop” in an expensive car, you might expect to be charged a bit more on the items you buy. That’s how flexible the roadside market is, and it requires of you to be equally flexible. Bargain, bargain, and then bargain some more.

Dried grapes

Summaq

Raisins

Quttain

Man who sells food

Honey by the roadside

Jordanian culture: Mansaf

In Jordan on April 1, 2006 at 3:35 pm

Mansaf-covered

Mansaf-closeup

Mansaf1

This is “Mansaf”; the traditional Jordanian dish. It is comprised of, as you can doubtlessly notice, large quantities of “Jameed”-drenched rice, meat, and “Shrak” bread. Shrak is the very thin bread put under the rice and over the dish as a whole to keep it warm. Jameed is a special kind of dried yoghurt, as I mentioned in my former entry, that is generally fist-sized and hard as a rock. It is later broken down and cooked, then served in generous quantities alongside the rice and meat.

I should also note that, in proper Jordanian customs, Mansaf is eaten using one’s hand, and no spoons. This is a bit of culture that is not followed that much anymore in cities, but which is closely observed in villages and such. Another thing to add about eating Mansaf is that it is not normally served in seperate plates, the attendees of the feast usually circle around the large plate and eat from it all at the same time. In any given feast there is more than one Mansaf dish served, here again the number of dishes served marks the family’s/tribe’s significance, power, or riches.

Jordanian culture: Jaha

In Jordan on March 31, 2006 at 6:41 pm

One of the cornerstones of Jordanian society and culture, a “Jaha” ( J as in Judge), is broadly a word that means “a congress of important men”. The word itself developed significant connotations within the social norms of Jordan, now it has several important functions in weddings, times of trouble between two families or tribes, and more generally, social gatherings.

In this entry I will only talk about the role of a Jaha in weddings. Seeing as the form of our Jordanian society is essentially and deeply tribal, Jaha holds a certain number, preferably large, of men that enjoy a particular importance in their tribes. Those include the Sheikh, or head, of the tribe, and mostly old men of power.

Before a wedding takes place, there are fixed steps that need to be followed to ensure things go in harmony with traditions and customs. The women of the groom’s and the bride’s families arrange the details of the engagement, and then the Jaha plays its role in making the off-scene arrangements official and public.

It is the duty of the bride’s family to receive the Jaha of the groom’s family or tribe. The Jaha is headed by the most influential man available in the tribe or at that time, and it proceeds to the location of the bride’s family. Once the men are seated, it is customary of the bride’s family to offer them, as part of the rites of hospitality, Arabic coffee served in little traditional cups. What happens next is most interesting: the leaders of the Jaha takes his cup but puts it down without drinking it, to signal that something is the matter.

Then the leader speaks up and address the bride’s family, who would be presented by similar men of importance of the bride’s relatives, and tells them that the Jaha will not accept their hospitality unless their demand is met. This is of course a cliché, it is a traditional play staged with utmost seriousness and handled very carefully. On the other side, the head of the bride’s family asks what the Jaha’s demand is, and the leader of the Jaha announces that they have come to ask for the hand of a certain girl, and he names her, for a certain man.

The symbol of the bride’s tribe naturally consents and asks the Jaha to proceed to drinking their coffee, to mark mutual agreement. After this beautiful action and reaction, the modern Jaha is offered Arabic sweets, mainly Knafeh, and chocolates and other delights.

I should also add that, the larger the tribe of the groom, the larger the Jaha would normally be. The number of men contained in the Jaha is crucial, if it’s handsome this means the groom’s tribe is more powerful. The Jaha is usually treated to a wholesome lunch before heading to the bride’s tribe’s premises, and this lunch features the traditional Jordanian dish “Mansaf”. I will post a picture of Mansaf in tomorrow’s entry, hopefully.

It is fascinating to see the integration of old customs in today’s modern life in Jordan. I have never heard of a wedding that was settled without a Jaha, despite the obvious façade-like duty it has. It still connects the old with the new, and recalls to minds the traditions and culture of this great country.

Boys on the way to Salt

In Jordan, Picturesque on March 24, 2006 at 9:38 pm

On my way to Salt city this morning, I managed to spare some minutes to capture pictures of two little boys who were present. I enjoyed talking to my models, and they were very cooperative and allowed me to have a mini photo-shoot of my own production.

I am sure it is clear that I have become picture-oriented lately in my posts, perhaps to an excess, but this is, like most things, a non-lasting phase. Then again, perhaps it is not so. Who am I predict?



Exotic spectacles at the U of J

In Jordan, Picturesque on February 28, 2006 at 6:18 pm


Paying the campus of the University of Jordan a visit today was a refreshing, although exhausting, trip.

I had some paper work to do and for that cause I suffered in the heat of this dog day, and I walked too much while entertaining a splitting headache and a case of severe blues (I bought a book and even that did not help. This is how grave the situation was).

Nonetheless, as I was making my way from point A (being one of the portals of the campus), to point B (being some centre of some sort located, conveniently, at the other end of the globe) to have my year book picture taken, I encountered the most eccentric thing. An old black train on display, permanently, on campus. Look at the pictures provided for a visual account of the meeting.

With today’s too much sun, and the conditions aforementioned, I did not bother to change the settings of the camera. Therefore, do pardon the awkward coloration of those shots.

There were two lovers seated right behind the beautiful black train and, respecting their privacy, I opted for the funny positioning of the tree to the left to “conceal” their “identities”. One never knows who is reading one’s blog, and I would hate it if someone gets shot as a consequence.

Finally, the jewel of this post, and evidence of my (only?) act of public property vandalism. A street light base with my name carved into it using a wooden stick that had fallen from a nearby tree. It was a regular morning where I was going, again, from point A to point B, and I noticed that this base of cement is still fresh and accepting of any artistic additions. Now Tololy will forever remain in the U of J, the picture is proof of this romanticism.

Never mind the rest, Jordan is Amman

In Jordan, Opinion on February 16, 2006 at 9:53 am

It is most upsetting to think of the negligence that other cities than Amman suffer from. I have often reflected upon the marginal possibilities of living, and enjoying life with satisfactory levels of decency in public services and facilities, in other parts of the kingdom, and I have found them so slim that speaking of them would render me too optimistic.

It is a given that the capital of any country should represent a center for operations, services, and perhaps should host the governmental body. But in many countries the case is not so, the capital is but a place where the government is, and is not largely different from other cities within the same state. This said, some cities actually top the capital in their countries of question, be that in industry, technology or services.

Unfortunately, in Jordan the gap between Amman and its closest contender, Irbid, as many sustain, is very obvious. Let alone the difference between it and other less looked-upon cities than Irbid, such as Karak or Mafraq.

I am given to believe that large sums of finance are invested in the beautification of Amman, seeing as it is the capital and the fattest city with regards to population. But do I see that, just a suggestion here, more money should be dedicated for developing the infrastructures in other, less privileged areas? Affirmative.

How can any logic try to minimize the rates of immigration from rural and subordinate cities to Amman, without first trying to improve the wretched conditions in which people in the large majority of these areas live ? Do I see a brake in the sense of it? Affirmative.

Baby steps: Second rejection for the kill-the-trees law

In Jordan on February 14, 2006 at 8:41 am

Splendid news in Al Ghad newspaper this morning. The legal proposal much-handled recently, giving businesses the right and power to cut down Jordan’s humble tree population, has been rejected a second time. Let’s see where this leads us, please do sign the petition if you haven’t already.

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Karak gone virtual

In Jordan on February 8, 2006 at 10:59 am

I seem to have a knack for linking to sites of late. The site I am about to guide you to is one that I have unearthed some four months ago, and have been wanting to feature for quite some time.

Virtual Karak Resources Project is a regional project examining the Karak district of central Jordan. It examines how people of this region utilized the natural resources both in the past and present. It involves a multidisciplinary approach in attempting to understand the cultural and political history of the region, and to explore the current social and environmental status of the region. The team includes researchers in anthropology, archaeology, archaeobotany, ceramic typology, religion, history, hydrology, geology, and soil science.

The people behind the project are Faculty members from several Appalachian College Association (ACA) colleges, as well as faculty from the University of Tennessee.

Raw Life: Shots from Ghour Al Kafreen

In Jordan, Picturesque on January 23, 2006 at 12:07 am

People selling eggs,fruits and vegetables, as well as other items on the roadside in Gour Al Kafreen, close to the Dead Sea. The children were running barefoot after a rooster, the women were making a living with what produce they offered, and the men were engaged. The spectacle was bustling with life; crude, unpolluted, remote, horrific, and moving.

Clippings from the original three pictures are put forward to give heed to the specifics, followed by the unclipped authentic shots. Kindly pardon ill-proportioned or blurry visuals. To reflect on the explicit poverty in those clips is, by sharing them, the purpose of this entry. There is nothing fake in this announced status, it is out there for everyone to “evaluate”. The rough, dry feet, the layers upon layers of white textiles over women’s heads, the curious eyes of the men; all are raw faces of survival.







Southern Encounters II

In Jordan, Picturesque on December 23, 2005 at 12:01 am

As promised, the second nexus of Southern Encounters; pictures taken in Samara, comes your way. The visual representations you are about to see are somewhat of a different taste than those featured before. Some were taken in the city of Karak itself, and some in the Samara, the village. I enjoyed capturing those pictures and I can willingly promise you some more, perhaps of a different city – a different village, once I get the chance to dust my traveling abilities. Brace yourselves, Culture is showing.

The first picture I choose to share is that of prophet Noah’s tomb. Now I am not an expert but word of mouth has it that this is where the prophet lies, undisturbed. The tomb is located on a hill top close to the Castle of Karak, the situation is fantastic. I personally would like to be buried in such a place, wouldn’t you?

The first picture situated below is an image of the old Masjid (Mosque) in Samara. As you may have noticed, the structure itself is no more than a humble room with quite a nice garden.Note the original “speakers” at the top of the Mosque, those are the primitive form of what is called a “Ma’thana” in Arabic. A Ma’thana is the projected erect bit of most Mosques’ buildings, it is the place from which the call for prayer is announced, generally speaking.

Progress comes, and a new Mosque is built. The second picture shows you what the new prayer house looks like, and you can clearly see the proper, traditional Ma’thana.


The two coming pictures were taken in the city of Karak. Those are random houses that sum up the modern architecture of the city. Being placed on a mountain top, there is little room for expansion. Therefore many houses are now built outside the city centre, call the new location the suburbs if you will. Better organization, and better services are found in those areas.


Those are two streets in Karak city. The picture to the left is of an oldish street, note the building to the right and the small chair on the pavement. Old men normally sit by street sides or in front of shops, where they talk and smoke. It is not at all uncommon for a stranger to stop you in the street and relate your family history as you stare with a mouth wide open, that is the magic of small societies. It’s one big family that shares the same history.

The picture to the right is of a more, commercialized -I should say- street. Some sustain that this is the main street in the city.


An eye for random beauty, I flatter myself. Wind blowing and fragile tree branches dancing to its beat, a picture of that moment in time.

Two kids playing in the streets of Samara. I honestly find photography a most thrilling form of Art, you capture time when you take a picture. That’s a miracle. The following pictures were also taken in Samara, one being of the same Arched structure that I do not know the function of, feature previously in Southern Encounters I, the other being of a distant goat herd in some valley.




My Art teacher of some time ago once told me that the donkey was the first engineer. For in ancient times, where the donkey trod it would open a new road. And there you have it, a donkey is an engineer. This animal is very useful to farmers, they use it for moving from one place to another.

One of the most beautiful spectacles to behold is the reflection of old men by that old store. The white textile on two of the men’s heads is called a “Hatta”, and the black ring on it is called a “Igal”. This is traditional men’s wear in Jordan, colors of Hatta vary: Some are pure white in totality, some are red and white, and some are white and black.

In Palestine and Iraq, as well as the Gulf region, men wear the Hatta and Igal as well.

Last but not least, I introduce “Ayzar”. A small patch of land with ruins and a single tree standing in the middle. I do not know to what period of time those ruins belong, but one interesting fable states that there is gold in this area. Many stories have been fabricated about golden treasures and relics existing in various locations in Karak’s rural side, and I do not find the assumption illogical. A great many civilization inhabited the place, it would be safe to assume there are things hidden here or there.

This concludes Southern Encounters II.

What do you do for a living, boy?

In Jordan, Opinion on December 14, 2005 at 7:56 am






This is a painful sight to see, and it is all too commonplace now that very few people actually see it. The boy asked me to take a picture of him, and then begged me not to delete it, and I met both demands. He was with two other boys, more advanced in age than he is, and a man.

Those other three were hunting in the huge trash container for food, probably, or items of use. The man freaked out when he realized I was taking pictures, and I honestly grew scared that harm might come to me so I stopped. This takes place at the University of Jordan’s campus everyday. There is a good number of kids selling gum or tissues to university students, very little or no education, rights that nobody cares to protect, and a life on the streets. They somehow bypass security and enter the campus, and oftentimes spend the day on premises.

I have seen most of those kids smoke and engage in fights. Most of them, I am told, are forced to be out on the streets the whole day to get some money and hand it to their “superiors”. Whether this is true or not I do not know, but it seems logical that abuse does not fall on one by itself, there is a cause.

From Human Rights Watch: The term street children refers to children for whom the street more than their family has become their real home. It includes children who might not necessarily be homeless or without families, but who live in situations where there is no protection, supervision, or direction from responsible adults.

Southern Encounters I

In Jordan, Picturesque on December 13, 2005 at 12:04 am

It has been quite some time since I last posted some pictures from the south, from Samara-Karak to be exact. Now the pictures are back by popular demand, and I hope the briefings accompanying them proves to be useful. All pictures have been taken by me, in September, 2005 and are posted herein in no particular order. Nothing fancy, pure culture, untainted heritage, and personal attachment.

To the right is a picture of an old structure in Samara that I never really got to the bottom of. I do not what purpose it was erected to meet, and I should probably ask someone and return to you on that one. The thing I appreciate the most is that it still stands, that’s A, and B is the way in which tree trunks have been supporting the ceiling, which was made of mud and now is gone. The wood is obviously out of place now, but I have seen a complete edifice built in this way, with tree shafts supporting the ceiling; The Grand House.
On a lighter note, I enjoy visiting the remains of this structure because I like walking on the paths you can doubtlessly see clear in this picture.

Down here are other remains of another structure, the arch is obvious. I cannot tell what sort of a building this was though.

This is a house, possibly two facing eachother. Nobody lives here and I think it tragic that very few people appreciate the beauty of Samara, if for one thing only; it is authentic, a virgin village untouched.

Fire, lit by my father on a beautiful night. The fire itself is lit inside a metal ring, this ring is in turn placed in a metal container called in Jordanian “Mangal”. I cannot begin to relate to you how amazingly beautiful it is to sit by the fire on a cool Samara night, right there on the terrace overlooking the village’s minute lights, and up above the sky so clear you would not dare look away. The corner you’re placed in seems like a remote chapter of some history book, few cars exist and less pollution is there. It is beyond words.

Karak Castle, standing on top of a mountain, so proud. Note the multitude of houses populating parts of the castle to the right. It is said that the castle, in its original form, extended over the whole mountain top. But due to lack of control in years past, houses were built on large proportions of the area of the castle. Some towers were even turned into homes. I am unaware of any government projects to restore the areas once dominated by the castle to the place, indeed, that would mean they would have to shut down the whole city of Karak, since it is mostly stationed on that mountain. A good omen though is that there is a project underway for years now to restore this historical giant, perhaps you can catch glimpses of that project to the left of the picture. Karak Castle played a major role in the Crusades, any book about the Holy Wars in Outremer of your choice would speak of it.


Above these words is an old portal, back at Samara. Below, to the left, is the Valley of Karak – a green patch of agricultural activities to your right hand when you head for Samara or the Dead Sea from Karak city. To the right is a picture of an old tower at Karak Castle, note the “modern” house to the right of the tower, and the little boy who was trying to wave for me, upon request.

The visitors’ centre by the Castle, this is a civilized attempt at attracting toursists, I must bow to that. I loved seeing tourists, as you may see, about to enter the centre. I did not enter it myself, I was in a haste, but I certainly hope it offers quality information.

A positive remark should be made when it is called-for. I value the efforts that have been put to good use around the Castle, many a building has been established with the aim of appealing to tourists. I think there is a restaurant, an antiques’ shop, alongside the visitor centre. The architecture of those facades does not fall out of place, contrasting that of the Castle itself. That is smart.

Another function-unknown-building. How very inexcusably ignorant of me. A lovely aspect about this picture, and I am not entirely sure I should say this, is that the mountain in the background is owned by my family. We do not hire peasants to work for us unpaid, and we dont not enforce taxes on annual produce, so please do not associate that image to my profile. Family history has it that people in times gone would buy land to allocate it for their goat and sheep herds.

Those are simply homes I shot from the car as it was moving. Random houses close by the Castle, I found their positioning amusing. This is also close to the Christian neighbourhood in Karak city,as far as I know, a great number of Karaki people are Christians. My own family converted to Islam not many generations ago. There is also an Armenian and a Syrian minority in the city, and all live in harmony.

I still have some more pictures, but I will save them for later. Patience is virtue, and I like things serial. Abu Sinan, I hope you liked the pictures.

Fancy a moment’s silence?

In Jordan, Opinion on December 9, 2005 at 3:17 pm

Fancy a moment’s silence over the people that died one month ago, some so swiftly and others lingered in suffering’s company? In the midst of that grand confusion, that sad marvel that was, people shone through.

The feeling of vulnerability never really departed from my mind, I think it was the greatest sensation I tasted at that time. I, among many people, I am sure, was tossed in such waves of anger and perplexity that until today, a month later, the bitterness of it all is still fresh. I read what I published, and I am even more engulfed in this sadness.

Delivering me from that shocking misery were my friends, many of whom are people I have never been with physically. Voices I have never heard seemed to call to make sure I was fine, questions poured my way from random faces, characters that were words before, in a blink materialized.

Back then I knew that, as is the case with many another occasion, the scene will fade. Few people would talk about it, and fewer would reflect on what meanings this tragedy it had to teach, if indeed it carried any.

A month later, and old terms renewed dominate that jargon of media and public psyche. I think many do not really know what such words mean, and nobody seems to be enlightening them. A month later, and life is almost the same as it had been. Going to the office does not seem remotely perilous; it is just the office now. What risks I submit to every single time I go there tend to hide somewhere in my head, I do not know what game this is, but I would like to think I am winning.

I want to be silent for a moment, and to muse over what has changed and what has not, during the past thirty days or so. Fancy silence now?

The Russians love their children too

In Jordan, Opinion on November 15, 2005 at 9:46 am

What I brought to the attention of those who read Tololy’s Box, in my previous entry, is happening. At 8.45 a.m. Amman time, Monday November 14th, I tuned in to a local radio station under the name of Fann FM. Understand that what I am about to post about is by no means an attempt to attack this radio station.

There was this radio show hosted by a man named Mohammad Al Wakeel, who happens to be a well-known media figure in Jordan, and Mr. Al Wakeel was accepting live calls from people, to be aired directly on the show.

I cannot say I know what the show was about, but I managed to bring myself to listen to what is thrown back and forth in conversation between Mr. Al Wakeel and his audience and I was alarmed, if not disgusted, by what I grasped.

I will tell you briefly the content of one of the calls which were broadcasted throughout the country. A man congratulated the security forces and the Jordanian government and people for the capturing of the fourth criminal mind, the woman who attempted to blow herself up in hotel Radisson SAS. Mr. Al Wakeel then proceeded to send out a special salute to Jordan and its people. Then he asked the man what, if he could get his hands on that woman, would he do to her.

At that point I knew that the content of the message that is being heard by a large number of people, divulged by “Jordan’s number one radio station”, as Fann FM like to call themselves, is not healthy, to say the least.

The caller then mentioned that he works at some power generating plant, and he even went so far as to saying that if only he got his hands on that woman, he would electrocute her to death.

To stick to basics, that was pretty gory for a morning show, let alone the damage such messages emit into the minds of those who hear them and are willing to actually implement them.

To go a bit deeper, what ever happened to human rights? By that I not only mean the rights of that woman as a detainee, but also the rights of those who were listening to that show and were, similarly to me, nauseated by that horrible message.

I do not think that by inventing new methods of torture to be used on that woman, one proves to be more patriotic than others. Indeed, how does one allow one’s self to be in charge of other people’s lives, if one in the first place dismissed that notion practiced by them that one wants to hurt?

On a final note, I rememberd a song by Sting when I reflected upon this problem. Here are the lyrics to the song “Russians” , read them, and see if you can relate.

In Europe and America
There’s a growing feeling of hysteria
Conditioned to respond to all the threats
In the rhetorical speeches of the Soviets

Mr. Krushchev said we will bury you
I don’t subscribe to this point of view
It would be such an ignorant thing to do
If the Russians love their children too

How can I save my little boy
From Oppenheimer’s deadly toy
There is no monopoly of common sense
On either side of the political fence

We share the same biology
Regardless of ideology
Believe me when I say to you
I hope the Russians love their children too

There is no historical precedent
To put words in the mouth of the President
There’s no such thing as a winnable war
It’s a lie we don’t believe anymore

Mr. Reagan says we will protect you
I don’t subscribe to this point of view
Believe me when I say to you
I hope the Russians love their children too

We share the same biology
Regardless of ideology
What might save us, me and you
Is if the Russians love their children too

Another war on Iraq?

In Jordan, Opinion on November 14, 2005 at 7:34 am

When emotions run high, it is easy to find fertile soil for havoc, perhaps even racism. After the news made it public that an Iraqi woman, who was supposed to detonate her charge,self and those around her, was arrested in Jordan, I fear that disorder could prevail.

This woman is said to be the wife of one of the men who carried out the criminal attacks against three hotels in Amman, The Radisson SAS, The Grand Hyatt Amman, and Days Inn. The news have it that she accompanied her husband into the Radisson SAS, with the intention of blowing herself up with him to complete their mission. Her charge somehow failed to ignite and she left the building, in her own words in an interview on Jordan TV, after her husband exploded the place. She said she ran out with the party people who survived the attack.

I have a feeling that a good number of country-loving Jordanians would now find it appropriate to bash Iraqis wherever they may be. I heard a rumor today that indeed an Iraqi youngster was hit by Jordanians near Starbucks in Abdoun, Amman. Whether or not this bit of data is accurate is beyond the point of this entry. Be it false, I can still imagine a fairly good possibility that such a thing might happen.

Needless to say, everyone is enraged and all are doing what they can to help protect this country from any future misfortunes. Yet that should not give some the license to violate the renowned and sanctified Islamic,Arab and Jordanian codes of hospitality by hurting random Iraqis in Jordan.

If one condemns what others do, then shouldn’t one refrain from behaving in a way that lines one up with those one carps? Yet the problem rests with the overflow of emotions, I believe. I would advise all not to pass collective rulings over Iraqis, and I am definitely against harming innocent people as targeted terrorists, for no fault of their own but the existence of some who smear their country’s name with executing such violent acts.

Bombings in Amman: The aftermath of the tragedy

In Jordan, Opinion on November 10, 2005 at 12:12 am

I have been glued to the TV ever since the three explosive crimes took place in the heart of Amman. I do not really know what to feel, I know I am petrified and angry however. I can feel the formation of endless questions in a way that is almost physical.

I realise that a good number of people would find it tempting to link the happenings to Islam and to all those I declare; you are mistaken. Do not have it in your heads to mix true Islam with those who cling to bits of it,modify them as they please, and act upon such false pillars of belief that they themselves have distorted into that shape.

There is this general misunderstanding of the Islamic religion in its pure,unpolluted form. That misunderstanding leads some to believe they are doing what is right and in harmony with their faith, when in fact what they do is smear its name and portray a negative image of it; quite the opposite from what they had set out to do. Such conduct leads to blind accusations and an almost universal frowning-down upon Islam.

I urge you not to link this to Islam, for being a Muslim myself, I do not approve of violence. In the Holy Quran Allah says that killing one person is equal to killing all people.

“For that cause We decreed for the Children of Israel that whosoever killeth a
human being for other than man-slaughter or corruption in the earth, it shall be
as if he had killed all mankind, and whosoever saveth the life of one, it shall
be as if he had saved the life of all mankind.” – The Glorious Quran, Sura 5:32

Ignite death

In Jordan, Personal on November 9, 2005 at 10:19 pm

I am trying not to be emotional but the freshest incidents in Amman, the capital of Jordan, have overwhelmed me. Three bombings have targeted three different hotels in the city, killing and injuring tens of civilians. There was a wedding party in the Radisson SAS, one of the hotels that were blown up, the explosion claimed the lives of those in attendance.

If I were to think of the matter thoroughly, I will panic without doubt. The bombings took place some two minutes away from my office and there happens to be a hotel adjacent to it. Suppose such a crime is repeated in a range closer to where I am present, how will I feel then, how will you feel then? Make it personal and reflect upon it, then you can feel the gravity of what has taken place in my beloved city.

I could have been there and I could have died, only I was not and I did not; my fellow countrymen and women were struck dead and I was spared. I do not know why this happened and I do not think I could fully understand the reasons behind it, even if I resort to objectivity and calmness. I am severely grieved and I mourn the souls of those who died tonight.

Personal Entry: The house where yummies are made

In Jordan, Personal on November 1, 2005 at 10:28 am

I did not post an entry about Ramadan, the holy month of fasting for Muslims, because I could not spare the time to record all that loomed in my head about it. I will share a little of my memories of the month and perhaps inform you of some of its aspects.

In the month of Ramadan Muslims obey Allah by carrying out a special sort of worship called “Siam” or “fasting”. They do so by refraining from eating or drinking from the dawn of each day until sunset, for a period of 29 or 30 days, depending on the duration of the lunar month.
Ramadan was the month in which the Glorious Quran was first sent down to Prophet Mohammad, peace be upon him.

I have personally been brought up in a house that highly respects Ramadan. To bring you a more in depth look at how things normally run in our house during the holy month, I will relate some details.

It is customary for us, in Ramadan, to wake up at around 3:30 a.m. to eat. Now some people eat before they sleep and that is fine. But certain blessings are said to exist in the “dawn” meal, known as “Sohour” in Arabic. So we eat a little, think of it as a very early breakfast, and then some pray and others read some verses of the Glorious Quran, then all retreat to their beds for a brief sleep.

I realize that some find the actual act of fasting to be tiring. Some, who have not tried it, think it impossible. I respect all opinions but I do not think it is that hard. It makes you regard things differently, and appreciate the blessings of your life. It even helps you reflect on how people, who cannot afford the many things you have, manage.

A day in Ramadan is a regular day. One goes about one’s business and all the mundane details attached to that. When the day is almost over, families gather up and start preparing for the meal that will “break” their “fast. In our house my mother cooks, I prepare the table necessities and such, and we solemnly wait for the proper time when we can eat.

Once the sunset prayer is called for, it is time to eat. People often make the mistake of eating too much once they’re allowed to, this causes a number of problems. One should drink a little water and eat a date or two, perhaps have some hot soup. Moderation in all things is wise.
At home we normally drink a little water, and some have a date. I don’t because I don’t like dates,they’re too sweet for my taste. Then we leave the table and pray together. This gives time for our bodies’ systems to get back on track and prepare for the upcoming meal.

A story that my mother repeats often in Ramadan is of my fear of the “Msahharati”. That is a person who roams the neighborhoods at night with a drum in his hand. He strikes the drum and chants a few words to rouse people from their sleep, so they would eat and pray. This profession still exists in some areas despite the fact that usage of alarm clocks has been largely adopted.
The story has it that I, as a child, would be scared stiff when the Msahharati arrives. I would call him ” Al Tabbal”, meaning “the drummer”. So much for an elegant title.
I can gladly announce that now I have overcome my fear of Al Tabbal who walks the streets at night with a drum in his hand.

This is how the days of Ramadan fly by. The very first day after the month’s end is called Eid Al Fitr, which literally means: “The festival of breaking the fast”. The event lasts three days during which the month’s fasting is celebrated, social visits are exchanged, delicious sweets are made, and money is given to the needy.

Families prepare for the festivity beforehand; buying new clothes, making special schedules as to what gets done and when during the three days of Eid, and my favourite bit of it all, making sweets.

Sweets-making sessions at home are parties in their own rights. We all gather to model the yummies and this is probably the most delightful part of the preparations, in my eyes. It is true that I would rather consume the products than work them but I enjoy it all the same.

My mother has her own line of Eid sweets besides “Mamoul” which is the typical Eid sweet. It is normally stuffed with ground nuts or minced dates, flavoured with cinnamon and other spices. Mother makes little donuts that we cover with chocholate and chopped-soft coconut flesh. She also makes an Arabic sweet named “Ghraibeh”, this is not stuffed with anything but is very nice when it melts in one’s mouth.

As a line of custom, most houses offer Turkish coffee to guests in the days of Eid. They also serve tea or even soda. We do that as well but my mother makes it her job to prepare large quantities of hot cinnamon drink to be served to family and friends. This she makes by getting raw cinnamon sticks and boiling them for a very long time. Sugar is added as desired and so are ground nuts added to the surface of the drink in one’s cup. The smell of cinnamon in the morning of Eid is one of my strongest memories of the event. I wake up to it. Ours is the house where yummies are made.

I should be posting some pictures of the delicacies I mentioned. It would help give those of my readership who have never seen or had the luck of tasting them a better vision. I hope I will be able to do that soon.

The Grand House

In Jordan on October 21, 2005 at 1:35 pm

In Samara, where my father was born, I was educated to find my roots. My memories of the place are simple and rich. I remember the old two-room house on the top of a hill overlooking the village, I remember the graves scattered in the yard of it that we called a home, and the bathroom that stood some 50 meters away. Electricity had not reached its glowing fingers to Samara when we stayed at that house, and so we depended on my father’s creativity to generate light in the dark.

Those hardships are not the subject of my entry, however. A while back, I took a good number of pictures of the Grand House; that is the house of the family in the past. By family I mean my grandfather, his two brothers, and their offspring and wives. I decided to share a few pictures with you, readership.

What I can gather from the imprints coined in my memory about the Grand House is largely formed in my childhood. Many a time my father would sit by the fire and narrate a story starring my grandfather,whom I never got to meet. The narrator would trace the lineage of the family, and emphasize the fact that we are Christian converts to Islam. He would speak of the horses and the cattle, the women and the trade, the field and the harvest. All sounded, and still sound, absolutely surreal.
The storyteller would follow to the mystical tale of how the family moved from their original place of residence in another village, to Samara, after a man’s desire in a woman.

Accounts of dramatic personal injuries of long ago are also often cited. I clearly remember a story about a certain individual of the family having to live with a broken jaw for quite some time, simply because it was harvest time and his father was not about to lose a worker to a broken bone. Another tale told of how a little girl lost a finger in a hay stack while playing with her friends, the narrator of this particular story traced the life of the girl and always reassured us that her losing that finger did not hinder her abilities to snatch a husband.

I would sometimes wear an awkward looking hat and walk through Samara to get to the little area of land owned by my father, and old men would stop me and ask ” Who’s daughter are you?”, and I would proudly produce my father’s name and the name of the family. I was a foreigner to them who lived in the village, I merely visited every once in a while, therefore I was always under close inspection.

The pictures you will see shortly were taken at the Grand House, I hope they could convey a little of the charm the place holds. I do not have the keys to the house and so I had to literally break into the premises. All pictures are of the external parts of the house.

This here is the gate of the Grand House. The keys that unlock the doors of the Grand House are giant in size, I remember seeing them dangling from the hand of my uncle. They are heavy, rusty, and bound together by a chain.

In the following two pictures you see a path dividing the Grand House in two parts, one for living and the other for work. The first picture captures the visual representation of what meets you upon entering through the gate, the second is basically what you see should you walk through the path and reach the end, then look at the gate.

The multiple rooms were divided into sections, one for each family. A door of one of the rooms looks like this:

A general, beautiful view of the terrace of the Grand House. Sitting in that place, you can see most of the old structures of the village. It is a wonderful view, at all times.

Stairs are used to get to my grandfather’s section of the Grand House. You first enter the main gate, proceed forward then enter through the first door to your right. There you come into a vast, dark hall called “Al Khan”. I was told that this is where the family kept the sheep and cows(in Jordanian that’s “Halal”) right under the living quarters. I did not live that era, and so I never saw any livestock in the Khan.

I personally have always found the Khan to be an amazing location, it is always dark, and there is a part of it that I never entered. It was never empty, but full of antiques at all times.

In the end of the first section of the Khan, you find stairs to your right, you climb the steps up to the terrace, surrounding which you find the actual rooms once inhabited by my grandfather and his family. I took a picture of the stairs from above and one I took from the bottom of the stairs, looking up.

Samara’s old structures are well-knit. The roofs of the houses interlace, you can move on them and get from one house to another with ease. That is what I enjoy doing every time I visit the Grand House. From the roof, I took pictures of neighboring houses.

I should probably note that nobody lives in the Grand House anymore. Families visit, stay for a day, and leave. I pass by and, realising that without the keys to unlock its doors I will be unable to enjoy it fully,I walk on. The Grand House remains adorned with magic and mystery. The amazing simplicity springing forth from its stones intermingles with history.

Aqaba II

In Jordan, Picturesque on October 3, 2005 at 12:39 am

Presenting the second half of my account on Aqaba. At this moment I clearly see that my decision to split it in two was a wise one, for if I hadn’t done that I can imagine my readership finding it difficult to maintain interest in such a lengthy piece.

Shopping in Aqaba obtained a new meaning after declaring the city a special economic zone as many citizens from other cities find good bargains there. This has added to Aqaba’s vitality and increased the city’s revenue from local tourism.
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I am not an expert on cigars but I figured this was an interesting sign. I sincerely hope nobody imagines I am promoting smoking or anything of the sort.

Enticing displays luring people in with antiques, accessories, souvenirs, belly dance costumes, wooden chests, Argila’s, spices, and monster seashells.

This is a detailed picture of a collection of spices.

One antiques store had a model wearing some amazing accessories displayed in its window. I zoomed in and took a shot of the head as it was the most remarkable thing I saw that day. I love the metal coins on the rim of the face cover, I believe this accessory is called a “Borqo’”, that’s “Borgo3″ for those of you who can distinguish the eighteenth sound of the Arabic alphabet written as a number. I could be wrong about the name but I desperately need one similar item. It is so exotic.

Books about Jordan are also popular merchandise. They come in a variety of languages, there are even some that detail recipes for Arabic or Jordanian cooking.

“Sand Art” entails the usage of delicate tools to fill up transparent glass bottles with colored sand and fashioning various shapes inside the bottles. It is an exquisite art form that is very much in demand by tourists. Take a look at this beautiful sand art store.

Thanks are due to this sand artist who kindly agreed to be my model. After asking around I was told that sand artists acquire their polychromatic sands from nature or, if they want to use a color unavailable in nature, they use special pigments to dye the sand prior to use. The price of sand art bottles varies depending on the store and the size of the bottle.

Larger bottles usually are pricier because artists dedicate more time and patience to them. A shopper’s tip, ask around before you buy sand art bottles. I have found some places in Amman to sell them for less.

A famous five star restaurant in the heart of the city called Ali Baba hosts hordes of people every day and night. It has been in Aqaba for as long as I remember. Should you feel like enjoying a dish there make sure you can afford it. A picture of the restaurant at night.

This is a picture of a humble sidewalk cafe. Such places are populated at night by Jordanian men and Egyptian workers looking for a cup of tea or coffee and a nice gathering with fellow workers. I have seen that some sidewalk cafe’s in Aqaba have put up TV’s to attract more clientele. And since the majority of workers live in poor conditions and do not own TV sets,this comes as an offer they can not say no to.

I went to a local marketplace called Souq Al Rowaq. The goods sold there are primarily cheap and made in China. I do not speak of quality because I do not know.I liked it at the market because it is very traditional and down to earth. Here is a heap of slippers. And a general view of the market.

There is hardly any notable perfume that you can not find a duplicate for in this place. The people behind this trade can technically mimic any perfume you tell them of, and indeed they already have a vast collection of scents for any taste. I think this is probably illegal but it is never uninteresting.

Now for a more fun collection of items that I came across in Aqaba. Allow me to start with a gigantic slipper that I found amusing.

And a bizarre seashell made into a scented oil holder, creativity assured.

Here is an intriguing label. The name of this denim trade mark is catchy, as it means “destruction”. I am not sure if the word “damar” exists in the language of the manufacturing company, perhaps it means something else to them. Perhaps they deliberately chose this transliteration, since the slang word “damar” to Jordanian youth denotes coolness and other attributes. I will explain further; when a person comments on something by saying “wow! damar!”, this usually means the thing in question is hip,sexy,or simply smashing. I just thought this was interesting, and the spelling mistakes on the label funny.

Lights by the shore less than a minute away from where I was staying. I shook the camera out of idle curiousity and I adore the result.

On the way home to Amman, I passed by the great Mujib landscape. This is one of my favorite places in Jordan. It lies in the southern part of the kingdom and I believe it is part of Karak. This series of grand mountains overlooking the Dead Sea hosts a number of tales, most notably the story of the prophet Lut and his people.

In Islam, the story -and this is the version I have been taught- revolves around the people of the prophet practising sodomy and other acts frowned upon by Allah. Therefore Lut is ordered to leave his village alongside fellow believers, and as they were warned not to turn their heads and witness the punishment of their people none of them did so, save for Lut’s wife who was not a true believer.

Thus she joined her people in their torture and she was turned into stone. Many people like to make guesses about which rock is actually the woman, and there is one erect stone that some have assured me is indeed her figure. Regardless of the existence of this certain stone,I love the unique formations and colors of the massive rocks in this area. To conserve this beauty, a natural reserve was opened in Mujib and it has come to my knowledge that one could go trekking deep into the mountains and if one is lucky enough he or she may spot herds of deer and other forms of wildlife. Finally, a picture of the part of Mujib right beside the Zara road and a general in-car rear view of that road which connects the Mujib area with Amman.

Aqaba I

In Jordan, Picturesque on October 2, 2005 at 2:06 am

I had a lovely weekend in Aqaba and as promised I am now about to share my reflections and some pictures I took for your visual pleasure. It is a family tradition to stop by Karak on our way to Aqaba to rest and maybe even spend the night there, as that step technically splits the journey to Aqaba in half and makes it more amusing.

I took a good number of pictures in Karak and Samara and I plan to post them some time soon, the thought crossed my mind to post them in this entry but I did not think it passable to mix matters up. Clicking on any image I post will enlarge it, so if you want to see a detailed part of a picture that’s what you should do.

The way we chose to get to our destination was that of the Dead Sea. It is the lowest point on earth and is renowned for the extremely high concentration of minerals and salts in its waters. It was thought that nothing could live in the waters of the Dead Sea, and indeed no fish or plants can tolerate that type of environment, but I read once that a Jordanian researcher managed to prove the existence of some sort of microorganism in those healing waters. People from around the world head for the Dead Sea to be treated for several types of illnesses and discomforts. A thriving industry evolved around the manufacturing of body care necessities composed of the mud of the sea bed. That is not to mention the industries concerned with extracting the abundance of salt and other minerals, mainly potash which is one of the top Jordanian exports to the global market. Nevertheless, it is tragic what has happened to the Dead Sea. It seems to be dieing for real due to draught and the excessive abortion of its resources.

Following is a picture of a refinery by the sea shore and another of the tragic state of what’s left of the sea just by the refinery.

Every time I pass by the Dead Sea I am saddened by its deteriorating state, it is shrinking on a daily basis. I have heard of a governmental project to open up a canal connecting it to the Red Sea, but I have also heard that such a project is financially unfeasible. The case being so, a miracle is needed to save this wonder.

En route to Aqaba you will traverse the exotic Wadi Araba, the beauty of the combination of mountains and sand there is indescribable. Anticipate some road side camels and signs alerting you to their existence. Jordanian road signs are seldom verbal, therefore a sign of that type looks like this one.

Look real hard and you will see some camels in this image.

This is a picture of the suburban part of Aqaba, for my part I adore an image of white houses by the seaside. But the coloring of houses in Aqaba is distinct as it has many houses coated in warm colors like beige and light brown, unlike many other areas in Jordan that are mostly drenched in whitish paint.I realise the picture is not perfect and it hardly supports my point of Aqaba houses being polychromatic, but unfortunately I was unable to get a better shot.

Tala Bay is a project that’s been making the news recently. This is a picture I took of the housing units, it fails to show the yacht marina though.

Another leading landmark on the Aqaba beach is the Royal Diving Club; here is a picture of the club’s private beach.

Many tourists and locals visit the club intending to go snorkeling or diving, some simply like to sunbathe and enjoy the view. Here is a snorkeling couple, I overheard them go on about the beauty of a lionfish they had just seen.

It is not for unknown reasons that Aqaba’s waters are popular amongst divers, look how clear the waters are, this is right off the shore.

I promised myself to go snorkeling the next time I visit, it is just so tempting to explore the deep sea that lies so clear and so near.

And on some seaside rocks I situated myself and took a picture of this crab and this rock with the curious shells sticking to it. I am ignorant to their scientific name but I found them to be amazing and crab to be delicious.

And this is a picture of the clashing of the waves and some ships in the background.

I am relieved at the fashion in which Aqaba is coming to life every visit of mine. Much has changed in the city and what I find most appealing is the fine engineering of casual mid street parks. These are places made right in the middle of two ways streets that provide shelter from the scorching sun to anyone who seeks the shade. At some points they even installed fountains, chairs are always present.

This is also a new park, not located in the middle of a street.

Another important landmark in the city is the Great Arab Revolution’s flag. It stands tall exactly on the seaside, note the humungous size compared to surroundings.

More pictures will come your way in my upcoming entry. I must retire now because I am exhausted.

Downtown Amman

In Jordan, Picturesque on September 18, 2005 at 11:55 pm

I visited downtown Amman,which happens to be one of my favorite places, two days ago. I took my camera with me because I never tried to take pictures of the place before, and I decided to share the pictures I took with you. A brief description accompanies each picture.


Al Masjid Al Husaini, (Al Husaini mosque), located in the heart of Amman, remains a unique landmark with its history and the hundreds of people who renew their connection with their maker by praying inside. There is a number of shops around the mosque, publishing houses and scented oil vendors.


A huge rotating display “pillar” of hundreds of earrings. I found this to be particularly interesting because most earrings are retro-style, 80’s relics. You can find this beautiful retro pillar at “ZaZa” accessories gallery in Souq Al Balabseh. One of the oldest markets in Amman. The people who own/work at ZaZa are of a Kurdish origin, you can often hear them talk to each other in Kurdish. Another exotic scent to old Amman’s multicultural tolerance.


To reverse the old English proverb :”All that glitters is Gold”. This golden display I found at Souq Al Dahab ( The gold market ). To be more specific it is the display window at Fat’hi Abu Kweik’s jewellery store. Big thanks go to Mr.Majdi Abu Kweik for allowing me to take a picture of the window.

Gold has a unique importance to the Jordanian people, as it is offered to a woman by the groom before marriage. Women usually trade in gold and therefore like to acquire golden pieces of 24/21 carat rather than 18, since 18 carat gold often does not retain its value. It is also common knowledge that golden pieces with precious or semi-precious stones often lose a big portion of their initial value. Since if you desire to buy such pieces you will be charged for the effort the goldsmith put into their making but once you desire to sell,the jewelers will not pay for it.


This is a picture of a section of Souq Al Dahab. Stores selling gold and other precious metal-works are found on both sides of the narrow path.

Mr.Omar has been selling peanuts and seeds for decades now. He has become a prominent feature of the place.I never visit downtown Amman without seeing him standing between the Time Center and Fat’hi Abu Kweik’s gold store in one of the entrances of Souq Al Dahab. I have great respect for Mr.Omar, he is a survivor. Thanks, again, to Mr.Majdi who talked Mr.Omar into posing for the picture.

A sign indicating the existence of an old,canal-like market with shops varying in size on both sides. “Souq Al Bukhareyyeh”, a place filled with the aroma of time and originality. Here you can find a multitude of beautiful, hand-made souvenirs. There are also shops that sell beads,buttons,textile decorations and other tailor-attractive items.

This is an old store in Souq Al Bukhareyyeh,it sells buttons and sewing-related items. I find it rather amusing to muse over buttons and the like, and it is a very exclusive experience to enjoy that kind of little pleasure in such a place.

Musical instruments dangling from the ceiling of the Souq, another creative way of marketing.A collection of Oud,Rababa,Tabla and Riq is displayed here.

Dealing in textiles is a popular trade in Jordan. There are many shops that sell fabric in Amman. In my family,knowing how to sew is a very important skill to master. I,ironically,am not very fond of that craft. However,textile selling stores offer a wide range of their goods, something for every occasion. There’s always something out there for the extremely picky dresser. Prices vary according to quality and popular trends,but you can land some good “steals” if you’re a smart shopper and if you can talk your way into such bargains. My mother,carrying on a family tradition that she in turn inherited from my grandmother, raised us with a critical eye for textiles. She used to take us downtown to shop for them and I have always tried to learn to differentiate the never-ending names and types.

Lastly, downtown Amman may not be as magical to you as I portray it here. Then again, you may find it to be a most charming place as well. Whichever position you take rest assured that there is nowhere quite like Amman to the people who have grown up in it and have come to love its roads and scents. Its chaos is as lovable as its simplicity.

Journey in royalty

In Jordan, Opinion on September 2, 2005 at 1:19 am

Far be it from me to diss a body that represents the Jordanian people but I feel the need to express my disapproval and disgust towards the way I was treated while a client of Royal Jordanian, our national airline.

We were traveling as two grown ups and three children. We were booked on flight 268, a direct flight from Detroit to Amman. After standing in line for some time we were greeted with a frown proudly worn on the face of the check in clerk, Miss Maryam. What I will relate next is not personal, in fact it springs from my concern and love to my country and every body that is supposed to reflect an image to the people of the world about it.

Miss Maryam was not the least bit professional in her treating us. She was not behaving in a proper way, she ignored our questions repeatedly. She even turned her back to us once and walked away, I could not believe my eyes! I wonder they hire such people at Royal Jordanian. One would think she had undergone some sort of training to learn how to deal with the public who have paid to get a much better service or, at the very least, a friendly smile.
I was angered by this cold welcome, and this was only a foreshadowing to what was to come. I will not relate how Miss Maryam made me empty my bag or complicate things for us concerning the vouchers we got for our boxes. Had we not been aware of the regulations in effect we would’ve been tricked into paying money we did not really have to pay.

We had been informed earlier that my 10-month old nephew will get an individual seat, we were jubilant at this great news. Later on, Royal Jordanian informed us that we will have to make do with a cot, which did not disturb us. But once we got to the check in clerk, Miss Maryam, she announced that we will not get a cot since they have only one cot aboard and someone beat us to it. “First come, First served” indeed, I wonder the people at Royal Jordanian don’t find this totally disrespectful to their clients or at the very least consider what effects it will have on their revenue.

The plane took off 45 minutes late and to my surprise neither the captain nor the crew gave any explanation as to what caused this delay. The captain did not even deliver the usual “Welcome Aboard” speech. Once we eventually took off, the crew became a bit less friendly. I don’t know why that is, perhaps the altitude affects their moods? They were not as gentle to the kids as should be expected, not to mention the recurring bumping of the food carts on the sides of seats.

After landing in Amman we headed to get our belongings. To our utter surprise, two strollers and a box that belonged to us were missing. The officials ( I am using this term loosely ) told us that the plane was empty and that they had gotten everything out up to the very last piece of luggage. This greatly disturbed us since we failed to understand how two strollers and a box could just disappear after being checked in according to regulations. We waited and waited until they finally announced that there was a mix-up between two planes. I still don’t understand this.

I must say I still fail to comprehend how such a national body fails to serve its clients in such a way, and makes them feel unwelcome. I did not feel comfortable throughout the time I dealt with Royal Jordanian. It pains me that I am likely to share this impression with a good number of people, and what pains me even more is that this gives out a wrong image of my country. The way I was treated by the Royal Jordanian personnel was not the way of the Jordanians I know, nor was their hospitality ( if such conduct be called so ) remotely close to the warm-hearted hospitality of the people of Jordan.

I hope the case changes to the best. But until it does, I have found very little “Jordanian” and less “Royal” in Royal Jordanian.

This is where I belong

In Jordan, Personal on September 1, 2005 at 12:30 am

This entry will, in all probability, strike you as being exceedingly romantic. That cannot be helped. I am overwhelmed with joy.

I returned to base yesterday, and it’s just amazing how much love I feel for my Jordan and my people. “This is where I belong”, I thought when I got in the car and headed for home. Then I could not leash my tears.
I was verbally unable to communicate my feelings to the caring people around me. Perhaps you find this to be too dramatic for your taste, I do too. But I had no control over that overflow of sentiment.

Love for the people and love for the place. Disapproval of some features and certain behaviours, that’s also true. But I am willing to let that criticism lurk for a while, perhaps until my next post. I desired this moment for so long that now everything else is reduced to nothingness.

I enjoyed being amidst my family again, having dinner with them in the living room ( Yes,we do that ), and telling them all about my visit to the states and about the wonderful people I met there. Waking up in the morning to my mom’s voice and to breakfast with my mom and dad…now that was a dream come true! It seemed so remote at a certain point, so remote that I figured I will never get the chance to be close again.

I believe my visit, as short to some of you as it may seem, was very positive. It helped me widen my horizons, to say the least. It definitely added to my world knowledge,and my passion for my culture and religion. I am a much better-informed person now, and I am ecstatic about this broadening of views.
The thought crossed my mind, however, that whatever views or opinions that I may have should be mistaken for being obtained solely after and/or due to this recent visit of mine. That is a perfectly wrong line of reasoning. I felt the need to clarify this point since I am often confronted with such false deductions, and I always dismiss them.

I am still jet lagging and my formerly “odd” sleeping habits are even more singular. I am loving the food and the company, I am euphoric!