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He sneaks in violating her safety.
She shivers but stays quiet.
He holds her arms tightly.
She trembles out of fear.
He breathes rapidly with every move of his body.
She can barely breath under his heavy weight.
Drops of stinky sweat touches her naked body.
A line of tears runs down her beautiful eyes.
He then roars the sign of victory.
She squats in the corner, silently.
She lives in despair.
Her children are abandoned.
Her father is her rapist.
She was so beautiful.
She smelled like jasmine.
She had a pride and dignity.
Her name was Syria.
But now I recognize here no more.
“It’s so very strange to think that we can hop in the car and go back any time we want. A true wonder just 2.5 hours from home [Amman].”
I have heard this observation from many foreigners in Jordan. Indeed, Jordan is a historic treasure. Beautiful pictures from the eye of an American in Jordan.
To answer your first question, YES, it was amazing. Extra amazing because we are probably the first people in the history of ever to go to Petra with low expectations. Why low expectations you ask? Because we work with teenagers, and teenagers the world over are blase and think everything is boring. We’ve heard, countless times, “Meh. It’s ok. 1/2 a day max. You’re just walking around looking at rocks.”
“Looking at rocks.” Yep, we looked at rocks. AMAZING rocks. Unbelievable rocks. Rocks that were homes. Ancient tombs carved into rocks. Siqs that defy imagination. Colors and contrasts galore. Eye candy everywhere. Arguably the most famous rocks in the world, particularly this one:
But first, I have to back up and tell the tale of driving to Petra…
Charlie had a lock-in at school Thursday night (sleepover at school) and came home Friday morning having gotten NO sleep. He was…
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The beautiful Al Jazeera’s female anchor broadcasted some disturbing footage of the war on civilians in Syria. With her husky voice she announced the number of injured civilians and people killed today.
I tell myself her voice is so sexy and captivating. Meanwhile, a Syrian mother on TV, sitting on a 2-inch mattress with her child on her lap cries “no water, no food, no medicine….”
The crying voice of the woman fades away while I look at the wall clock. I still have some time, I tell myself.
Suddenly, the news now is about Egypt. I don’t care about what is going on there. It seems Arabs are more interested in Egypt’s new constitution than the thousands of children being massacred in Syria.
I went back to my laptop checking what my Facebook friends are up to. Again, I looked at the clock at the bottom of the laptop’s screen to check how much time left before I prepare for my trip. I and some friends are going to the park for a BBQ. The weather is so nice and sunny today.
More interesting news, than Egypt’s, is shown on TV, another distressed Arab mother this time from a refugee camp in Gaza. Her family only resource of income is from the UNRWA since the husband can’t get a job under this unlawful siege. The siege on Gaza has been in place for a couple of years the anchorman narrated.
Who is this old male anchor. Where did the sexy female anchor go? I wondered this important question in my head while admiring the woman’s decision to wear glasses. The glasses complete her great look.
The news is from Pakistan now. A well-dressed European young man is talking in front of journalists about the war on terrorism. I like his suit, those Europeans know how to wear suits. I really should start losing weight. My brain wandered to what I should do to lose weight.
My wandering halted when I heard the European man talk about terror and Muslims. I nodded my head in dismay and questioned the Westerners’ intention of the war on terrorism. How come the siege on Gaza and the war criminals in Syria are not considered terrorism, a question came up in my head.
I looked at the wall clock. It is time to leave. I hibernated my laptop, turned off the TV and went to prepare for my BBQ trip. I needed to have a break after my hectic week of working in a very safe and temperature controlled room. At the same time, I cleared off all these horrible images and news from my head. I have my own problems to worry about, I tell myself. America should do something to put an end to these tragedies, I exclaimed.
What is the purpose of the news if we don’t respond or react to it?
Jordan as seen by an American. Beautiful pictures!
Anyone who’s been watching the news knows that it’s been a rocky few weeks in the Middle East. We’ve been laying low and enjoying life on campus. However, yesterday, the sun was shining, things seemed calm, and we felt like exploring. So, we jumped in the car and drove about 20 minutes to Moses’ Spring at Mount Nebo. In case that didn’t sink in, I’ll write it again. We drove 20 minutes to Moses’ Spring, where it is said that, “in need of water, Prophet Moses struck a rock with his staff and 12 springs emerged.” Did I mention that it was only a 20 minute drive??
Like the drive to the Dead Sea (actually, it was the same road), the scenery was amazing. The views are breathtaking.
I didn’t get any pictures of the winding road to the spring because I was too busy telling Lyman to keep…
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Do you remember the beautiful golden color tree most of you liked in a previous post?
It was so beautiful, wasn’t it?
Here it is again. But scroll down and see how it looks now.
What other lessons you can think of when you see how this beautiful tree had changed?