December

Christmas away from family never really feels like Christmas. I've had this song "Christmas in the Northwest" stuck in my head all day. It plays on all of the Seattle radio stations repeatedly starting the day after Thanksgiving, and usually drives everyone crazy by Christmas day, but I can't help but feel nostalgic for it right now. 

The Saturday before Christmas the US Embassy hosted a holiday party for the Peace Corps volunteers and staff. It was bittersweet because it was also an unofficial going away party for many of the J15s, the volunteers who have completed their 27 months of service and are headed home for good. Before the party, two friends and I went to Taj Mall, Amman's nicest mall that added a giant fake Christmas tree, cardboard snowflakes and a small skating rink for the holidays. We sat at the Starbucks and watched little kids skate on the fake ice and pose in front of the tree.  Maybe it was because I was tired  (cough cough) from the night before spent celebrating my best friend's birthday and sad because of the pending goodbyes, but instead of being comforted by something that kinda resembled home, I was more just annoyed by the overdose of holiday consumerism.

The party was nice. We enjoyed each others company and the free holiday style lunch- turkey, mashed potatoes, stuffing and pie. The goodbyes were hard.  But the bonds I formed with some of them are strong enough that I'm confident I'll see them again.

I spent Christmas day with a few volunteer friends. We made dinner and gingerbread cookies and listened to Christmas carols, doing our best to improvise a semi-regular Christmas. I got to talk to, and see, my family via Skype (thank you technology!)

A couple of weeks ago there was a huge snowstorm that hit much of the Middle East, Jordan being no exception. Most of the country got completely covered in white blankets, some areas accumulated as much as 4 feet. School and work was cancelled for 9 days straight. It was cold and extremely difficult to get around, but it was beautiful and did allow for some fun.

I've heard that this is the worst storm to hit the area in 60 years and people are predicting it to be the beginning of a harsh winter. I may complain about my windows being a little thin and my space heater not radiating quite enough heat, but I am thankful for having the amenities to keep warm. It's important to remember that many of the people in the world don't have these resources, or have been stripped of them because of natural disaster or war. Stay humble, be grateful.

Happy Thanksgiving

Every Thanksgiving growing up, my mom would have us hold hands around the table and each say something we were thankful for before gorging on turkey and mashed potatoes and stuffing and cranberry sauce and pecan pie and everything else delicious that comes with traditional Thanksgiving meals. 

I've had periods where I dislike Thanksgiving for all of the usual reasons- overindulgence, the commercialism, the origins of Thanksgiving, yada yada yada. Maybe being away from America is what helps me separate myself from all that so that I can really focus in on the many people, experiences and things I have to be thankful for. As I've gotten older, the number of Thanksgivings spent away from my family and outside of the states is increasing, but so are the number of things I have to be thankful for. Nearly all of them fall into one of two categories: people and experiences. 

I am thankful for my family and friends back home, the ones who I have known my entire life or close to that. I miss them every day but am so grateful for how supportive they are. They were supportive in my decision to move somewhere far away and continue to be there for me when things are rough. I'm thankful for every email, Skype call, or quick text message that reminds me that I too am in there thoughts and am not being forgotten about. 

I'm thankful for this experience. Getting to spend 27 months living in another culture that I used to know so little about. I recognize the deep and unique privilege that I have been given to be able to get up and go somewhere new. I'm thankful for the people who have welcomed me into this place, adopted me as a daughter and sister. Who have invited me to join in all their family celebrations and will feed me until I feel like I'm going to explode. Who will slow down their Arabic so that I can understand what's going on and who will explain to me the really confusing plots of Turkish soap operas.  This whole experience would feel empty and purposeless and plain ol sad without these people.  

The friends I have made through Peace Corps, the other volunteers, are like family. Most of them scoff at this but we all know it's true. Some of the dynamics are slightly dysfunctional, just like all families, but we love each other and there is a level of comfort I have with them that exceeds many other relationships. They're a unique, hardworking, silly group of folks. 

Tonight I will celebrate Thanksgiving by getting together with a group of volunteers. We'll eat chicken because it's too hard to find and roast a turkey. I'm not sure if we will have pie and there definitely won't be any of those tasty seasonal beers that are coming out around this time, but we'll be together and can collectively give thanks for this experience. 

A happy happy happy Thanksgiving to you all. Be sure to count your blessings and, if you have the chance, eat some pecan pie and think of me during every delicious bite. 

The wedding

I knew that Peace Corps would provide me with many experiences to add to my "list of firsts"... first time crossing the Atlantic, first time getting an Amoeba, first time having a cockroach climb out of my drain mid-shower.  Ya know. Peace Corps stuff. But never did I ever imagine that "first time hosting a bachelorette party (laylat henna)" or "first time getting my hair and makeup professionally done" would be added to the list during my 27 months as a Peace Corps volunteer.

Laylat henna is the Arab world's equivalent to a bachelorette party. It's the night before the wedding where all the women gather in once place and the men in another to celebrate the soon to be newlyweds. Traditionally, the bride's hands are decorated with henna. However, at this party the bride opted to go sans henna, but with music, singing and dancing.

The groom is my landlord's oldest son and the bride is a very distant cousin of the family. They were planning on having the women's party on my landlord's roof but Thursday was overcast and they were nervous it was going to rain. So Thursday morning two of my landlord's daughters come to propose the idea of having the party in a big spare room in my house that up until recently had stored all of the furniture for the newlyweds. I was a little hesitant but agreed. The hesitance comes from my overall dislike of being in big groups of people without the opportunity for a breath of air. But, after all, this is the family that feeds me and takes care of me and goes out of their way to accommodate me all of the time.

We cleaned up the room, the living room, and the bathroom and got the speakers and chairs set up. I asked the girls how many guests they thought would come and they told me "mish katheer" (not a lot). Guests showed up around 7 and the party went on well past 11. There were at least 70 women and children in my house- dancing, eating cake, drinking Arabic coffee, the kids spraying silly string. The speakers broke sometime around 10, but drumming and singing immediately filled the sudden silence. Women would come into my room to feed their babies and put them to sleep and teenage girls would peak through my bedroom and bathroom windows to spy on the boys' party happening on the roof near by. All in all it was a fun night. I was a bit of a stressed mess, wondering about whether or not strangers were going through the "edjnabeeas" (the foreigner's) stuff. But at the end of the night all of my landlords daughters and some other women stayed to help clean the house, leaving it much cleaner than it was to begin with.  

The wedding was the following night. At 2 I went with the oldest sister to get my hair and makeup done at a saloon near by (the other girls went to Irbid, the big city about an hour north). More firsts I should note- first time having more than 30 bobby pins in my hair at once and first time wearing orange eye shadow out in public.

The wedding was at a big hall in Ajloun, a good thing because there were about 300 men and about 400 women and kids who attended the party. There are no vows read in front of all the guests. The bride and groom sign a legal document sometime during the party to officiate the marriage. The bride and groom sit on a big chair at the front of the hall for about 30 minutes at the beginning of the party and dance a little bit until the groom heads to the other hall to socialize with the men. The bride remains in the chair and people go up to congratulate her. Everyone else dances or sits and chats and eats kunafa.

The party ends by about 8 and the procession of cars starts back to Kufranja. Once people reach town, the honking and gun shots start. Cars put on their emergency blinkers as they drive and lay on their horns to alert the town of the newlyweds. It's a lot more fun to be part of then to listen to (I live right off of the main road and there are weddings almost every weekend... in fact, I hear one now)

Some people go on honeymoons, but this is becoming much less common due to the economy and that Syria, which was once a common affordable vacation spot for Jordanians, is now in war and ruins. In a few days the newlyweds will have a housewarming party where friends will go visit their new home and bring gifts. It is also tradition for multi generations of families to live right next to each other, the new house is right below the groom's family.  The next son to get married will live in the house where I'm living now. He happens to be a charming guy who is just about my age, but as fun as the wedding was, and as great as this house is, the idea of having a Jordanian wedding and living in this house for the rest of my life just doesn't seem particularly appealing. 

The tipping point

To begin, I am happy here. I haven't once had a serious regret about being here. 

That being said, being in a foreign place intensifies the normal highs and lows that we all experience. This week has been a particularly tough one. I normally choose to avoid any negativity from these blog entries and certainly don't view blogging as an appropriate instrument for venting, but, there's no point in trying to deceive my readers or myself that this experience has been all flowers and sunshine. 

After a particularly exhausting week, I was relieved to sleep in on Friday. I woke up, still somehow drained, and went to the dukaan to buy some yogurt and then to the bakery. Every Friday morning the bakery has a swarm of shebab pushing in front of one another trying to buy bread. I was the only female and somehow worked my way to the front. As I was buying my bread, one of the bakers, one I didn't recognize, asked me if I was an American. Yes. If I get an American wife I can go to America right? he shouted, in front of everyone. Fishing the 30 gursh out of my wallet I mumbled ma baraf. He turned to the other baker and said something I didn't understand and they laughed. The older man, Abu Muhammad, who runs the bakery gave them a scolding look, gave me a sympathetic one, and handed me my bag. I walked away looking towards the ground. The rest of the weekend I didn't feel like leaving my house. It wasn't because of that comment. It's certainly not the first time a stupid boy has tried to get a rise out of his friend at my expense. But that's precisely it. It's not the first or only or last.
* dukaan = shop/ grocery store * shebab = group of boys or men * ma baraf = I don't know * gursh = cents

Sexual harassment is certainly not unique to Jordan. Upon reading this please don't disregard every wonderful thing I have told you about this place. They are all true! But harassment is an issue here. It's usually "little things", the long stares or boys or men yelling "welcome to jordan! whats your name, whats your name, whats your name" over and over again as you walk by doing your best to ignore them. It seems insignificant, people asking what my name is. It didn't use to bother me at all really. But these aren't conversation starters (you can always tell the difference)- this is heckling and a form of harassment that happens every single day. Every single day I leave my house at least. Keep in mind that men and women don't converse in the streets here, which makes the yelling at women even more disrespectful. Even when I see my landlord's sons in the street, they politely smile and keep walking out of respect and to protect my reputation here. In the home we talk and joke and eat meals together but on the street, no. They know that and I know that.

The yelling in English is unique to foreigners, but other forms of verbal or other harassment is not. Every woman who has walked in the street has received this. Any contention that "women are asking for it" by the way they present themselves is not only revolting misogynistic bullshit, but false. It doesn't matter if you're wearing a hijab or not, it doesn't matter if you're wearing your baggiest, most conservative and borderline frumpy clothes or if you're wearing skinny jeans and a cute top, if your face is completely made up or if you're letting every zit, wrinkle and bag under your eye show. Many men think that simply being female warrants an invitation for harassment. A lot of men tell their wives and daughters to not walk the streets alone, in an attempt to protect them from this harassment. It seems obvious that more of the talking should be with their sons and friends.

Sometime last week, I was walking home from the bus behind a couple of college aged girls. A few boys hanging out on the street stared at the girls and as they passed, one pretended to smack one of the girl's ass and they all laughed and high-fived. I walked by several seconds later and gave them a piercing stare and muttered iabe (shame).

I have told people about these types of incidents before and get told to just forget it. Ignore them. Avoid eye contact. It's because you're too beautiful. Knowing the 'advice' I would get, I opted to stop talking or complaining about it. That weekend, I stayed inside. I canceled plans to go to Amman. I ignored phone calls from my landlord. I read countless articles online about sexual harassment. About women all over the world feeling the same way I do. The internet is giving people the chance to voice this, but in the streets it's still the same. I let the bakery incident and all unvoiced incidents of harassment build up and it lead to a mild case of agoraphobia.

I don't know what women who experience this should do. Sometimes I think that the best thing really is to ignore it. Does their pathetic attempt at getting attention deserve a reaction? Sometimes reacting only results in more laughter. A while back, a group of pre-pubescent boys yelled something particularly offensive at me. I spun around and yelled iabe alaiku. ma endku huwatt? shame on you, don't you have sisters? They stared at me. And then one, the leader of the pack, responded- la. no. And they all bursted into laughter. I threw my hands in the air and continued my walk up the hill. Maybe I should have used it as a teaching moment, to explain to them that this is wrong behavior. But maybe families I don't know don't want the edjnabia (the foreigner) to be the one lecturing their children. Plus... it's hard to think rationally or clearly (in Arabic) in the heat of the moment.

My best friend and English teacher counterpart has been a huge support. She doesn't have any answers but listens to me with a sympathetic ear. She doesn't tell me it's addi (normal) or to ignore it. She usually just hugs me and gives me half of her sandwich. I will probably write a whole blog post dedicated to her at one point- work and life here would be so different without her.

Before I end this, a few things I'ld like to make clear. 1) I don't hate all men nor do I hate all Arab men. The husbands and brothers of my female friends that I have gotten to know are quite wonderful. 2) more "serious" levels of harassment and abuse do exist here, but do not often get reported because of a culture of shaming the victim. Nothing more serious than verbal harassment has happened to me.  3) I don't believe that this type of behavior is because of religion. Pick any religion and you can find cases of extreme abuse or harassment. Same goes for non-religious individuals or groups.

It's Eid al-Adha on Tuesday, the "festival of the sacrifice" that honors Abraham's willingness to sacrifice his son for God before God intervened and sent him a lamb to sacrifice instead. Many Muslims celebrate by sacrificing a sheep and enjoying a big feast together. I won't partake in the celebrations this year, but will take advantage of the week long time off work. I'm about to venture South with some fellow volunteer friends and visit some of Jordan's main tourist attractions, including Petra and Wadi Rum. I think being around good friends in beautiful places is exactly what I need to rebalance the scale post tipping point.

School days

The school year has started off great. It's been a busy, busy month and a half but there have been lots of smiles and "a-ha" moments along the way. Here are just a few of the faces I get to see each day. 

thumbs up!  

1st grade - 9 of the 45 1b kiddos

3rd grade reading practice 

 Another school week starts tomorrow, bright and early. Good night! 

Moon rising over Kufranjah, August 2013

A few notes on Syria

School is back in session! The semester started off a bit chaotic. Not only chaotic in the sense that there was no mudeera (head mistress) for the first 2 weeks, classes were overcrowded, and most students'  books didn't arrive until at least the second week of school, but also chaotic in the larger scheme of things. When I say the larger scheme of things, I am referring to Syria's use of chemical weapons that killed some 1400 people.

I watched the news obsessively. On one channel I would see footage of people burning and screaming. I would change the channel and watch Obama address the world announcing that a military strike on Syria was necessary. The bread guy, my coworkers and neighbors asked me what I thought- is Obama good or bad? Will a strike stop the Syrian war? Will a strike spread the war to Jordan? Just about each and every time I replied the same way: walla ma baraf. inta shu ryek? - really, I don't know- what do you think? Responses varied but most people were as uncertain about it all as I was. Many of the Jordanians I have talked to have voiced that Assad needs to go. However, like much of the international community, myself included, weren't sure if a US strike was the way to go.

At the beginning of September I remember hearing a few military planes going right overhead while sitting in the teachers' room. It got quiet. My friend and counterpart Safa looked over at me and saw my "what the f*** was that" face, patted me on the knee and said don't worry. Despite the questions and the constant dialogue amongst volunteers about the possibility of being evacuated, during the 2 week span of questioning "will he or won't he", life went on pretty much as normal here in village. And as it turns out, there was no strike against Syria, alhamdulillah. The US and Russia reached an agreement on September 14 that Syria's stockpile of chemical weapons would be removed and destroyed.

Although chemical weapons may no longer be a threat in Syria, it does not mean that country is any closer to peace. The impact that it is having on Jordan, a country that is stable but quite weak in resources, is huge. According to Wadah Hmoud, director of the Syrian refugee camps administration, the total number of Syrian refugees in all the governorates across Jordan has reached more than 580,000 with the number of those in the camps now standing at 127,859. UNICEF says that 1,170 children, many under 10 years old, have come to Jordan alone and have taken refuge in Za’atari. 

In a speech at the United Nations General Assembly on September 24, King Abdullah II told the assembly that 

The flow of Syrian refugees in Jordan already equals one-tenth of our own population. It could reach one million, some 20% of our population, by next year. These are not just numbers; they are people, who need food, water, shelter, sanitation, electricity, health care, and more. Not even the strongest global economies could absorb this demand on infrastructure and resources, let alone a small economy and the fourth water-poorest country in the world. (more)

In addition, the foreign assistance extended to Jordan to assist Syrian refugees does not even cover 30% of the actual cost of the crisis in Jordan, according to Interior Minister Hussein Majali. (jordantimes) Jordan has received 235 million JD (Jordanian Dinars) in foreign aid, but Syrian refugees have already cost Jordan over 660 JD million, according to Minister of Planning and International Cooperation Ibrahim Saif. UN officials estimate that Jordan will be hosting around 1.2 million Syrians by the end of the year. The Jordanian government said that Jordan needs an additional $850 million JD in international assistance to provide for that magnitude of refugees.

Although the burden on Jordan is huge, I realize it most when I read the news rather than on a day to day basis. Volunteers living further north, in Mafraq, probably would say differently. But here the impact is less noticeable, for me. That's probably because although I am technically a volunteer, all my needs are being provided for.

Prices of food have gone up, electricity is more expensive, and the prices of water and bread are expected to rise. The place I notice it most is the school I teach at. I am not sure of the number of Syrians who attend the Basic Girls' School, but the classrooms are considerably more crowded than they were last year. The Syrians I know and teach are wonderful. Doa'a, a ninth grader, is excellent in English and a motivated learner. She has been absent all week however. When I asked if anyone knew where she was, her classmates told me that she is now attending an evening school that they opened here (as they have in many cities and towns throughout the country) to help accommodate the influx of "over 78,000 Syrian students into public schools" throughout the country (jordantimes).

Although Jordan is doing it's best to provide, the country is clearly not able to permanently host this number of people. There are not enough jobs and not enough resources. The refugees know this, and are eager to return home as soon as it becomes safe to do so. One of Jordanian's favorite questions is "shu assan?", what's better? They ask it shamelessly and about everything- food, people, places. Upon meeting me people always ask me what's better, Jordan or Amreeka and I almost always say ma baraf and spit out a couple of good things about Jordan and a couple good things about America and leave it at that. Doa'a was asked this in front of everyone by our vice principle who visited English class a few weeks ago "shu assan, Ordan o Surri?" Without a pause or hesitation, she answered Surri.  

Oooooh, Jordan.

Rather than trying to make up for the past month and a half without an update, I'll merely share my day with you today in hopes that it gives you an idea of what life in Jordan is often like.

I woke up in Amman after a wonderful day and evening of celebration for a good friend's birthday. My friend who lives in a village near me and I both had to be at work (school is back in session, more on that later) at 8. We left our dingy but cheap hostel at 6 for the station where we are supposed to be able to get services (shared taxis) up to Ajloun. Walked around the circle, got directed to walk a couple blocks up, then got re-directed to go back to the circle only to find out some 30 minutes later that there were no services or buses running to Ajloun. A taxi driver told us he would take us for 30JD. That's about how much I spend each month on food, so no. We go to the other bus station and wait around until about 7:30 when the bus finally comes and we just barely squeeze on. The girl next to me offers me some of her cookie as me and Alison shake our heads, laugh and mutter ooooh Jordan. Even when it drives me crazy, something as simple as a girl offering me her cookie makes me fall back in love with this little country.

I get off in the town that neighbors mine at about 8:30 and am lucky to catch a service right away. However, this particular service driver happens to also deliver the newspaper. So we stop several times so that he can run to different shops and houses to bring folks their morning news. I tell him that I was supposed to be at work at 8 and am running kinda late. He laughs and tells me that he was supposed to deliver these newspapers at 6 and I shouldn't worry about it. Alrighty. He gives me a newspaper and drops me off at school and only charges me .50c when it's usually 2JD. Sweet.

I'm greeted by students I haven't seen all summer who are running around outside trying to collect all their books. No classes are in session just yet. The mom of one of my students frantically runs up to me and asks for my landlord's phone number, who works for the Ministry of Education. She explains that the Kindergarten has filled up and she can't enroll her son. This is a typical and unfortunate problem throughout Jordan right now. The Ministry is doing its best to accommodate, but classrooms are overcrowded. I heard that each of my 1st grade classes has around 43 students. There are about 20,000 Syrian refugee children in Jordan trying to enroll in public schools, particularly in the north.

I came home and napped and awoke a couple hours later to an invite to come have lunch upstairs at my landlords' house. Duwali. Delicious as always. As we were getting ready to eat, a procession of honking cars and pick-ups drove down the road honoring the newly elected mayor, a man I know nothing about other than that he is a Freihat. There are at least 5 big tribes, or families, that live in Kufranjah and I live amidst the Freihats. Thus, all of the celebrations today have taken place just a few meters outside my door.

There was an article recently in The Jordan Times that asked Jordanians if they were more likely to vote for a relative/tribe member who was incompetent or corrupt, or someone with a reputation for honesty and effectiveness who was not a relative or tribe member. A majority said that relative/tribe member is the most important consideration, significantly more so than honesty and effectiveness. The area that I live in has much less tribal rivalry than other areas of Jordan, but loyalty to one's tribe is a nation wide factor, and perhaps problem, in Jordan's political system.

The major celebration started around 7 and is continuing as I write this. We watched from the roof for a while as all the men danced and shot off fireworks in the street.

The women celebrate in a similar fashion (maybe sans fireworks and guns) at a separate party not too far away, but I opted not to go. Around 8:30 the music shut off and the party came to a temporary pause as the adhan, or call to prayer, recited from the mosques. Some men went to the mosque while others went inside the municipality building to pray and others just hung out smoking and chatting in the street. Then, men from the other tribes, 2 of whom had candidates running, came down to congratulate the family and eat some kunafa. I'm fortunate to live in an area where tribal tension and conflict is low.

It can not go unstated that the impending attack on Syria is of particular concern and focus right now. A major shift is happening. I don't know if it is a shift in the right direction or not, but I hope so. There is a lot of uncertainty in what will happen in the coming days. Other than being a home to refugees (well over half a million now), the US and Jordanian governments claim that Jordan will not be a 'launch pad' for the strikes nor will Jordan be drawn further into the conflict as a result.  My heart goes out to the millions of people whose lives have been so drastically shaken as a result of this war.

Ramadan Kareem

Nearly everyone in my village, and millions of Muslims worldwide are in the midst of their holiest month of the year. They fast from dawn til dusk, which in July is from about 3am-7:45pm. Nothing goes in the mouth until after maghrib, the 4th call to prayer of the day just as the sun sets behind the horizon. I have been invited to eat iftar (the meal that breaks the fast) every night with my landlord's family. Bless them. They treat me as a daughter and sister. During the day, the boys go out and collect the fruit and prepare the meat (lets just say it's very fresh) and the women cook the meals- mansaf, duwali, kousa mahshi, tabouleh, and all other things delicious and prepare the qatayef for desert.
 

So much mansaf! (Jordan's national dish)

Qatayef- mini pancakes filled with walnuts, cheese, or cream, deep fried and then topped with sugary syrup.

Figs all night long 

 Most nights there are 11 of us eating together, but some nights more family and friends come over to join in the feast. Last night there were at least 30 people over. We place a big plastic sheet on the living room floor and bring out all the dishes. We sit around the food and fidget until finally the adhan (the call to prayer) emanates from the several mosques in town. We break fast with a date and a glass of tamar hindi (tamarind juice) and then gorge. 

After the meal, clean up is quick and immediate and everyone goes to pray the 4th prayer of the day. We drink tea and hang out and watch TV for about an hour until it is time for everyone to head to the mosque for the final prayer of the day. I have been invited to come to the mosque with them but declined. It feels strange to sit in the back of a mosque and watch hundreds of people pray and wrong to imitate praying a prayer I don't know. While everyone is at the mosque, I take time to either play with the kids next door or come back downstairs to my house to have my own time for reflection.

After people return from the mosque, the streets that were quiet most of the day become lively. Firecrackers are thrown around and little boys are running around until 2 in the morning. Friends and family go from one house to the next to drink coffee, eat fruit, smoke, and chat. Little kids run around and offer endless entertainment. Some people sleep for a few hours until it is time for suhoor, the early morning meal around 3am that prepares people for the 16 hour long fast ahead of them.

It's wonderful to feel so included. People are so generous, so inclusive and very noninvasive. They know that I am not Muslim and are fine with that. I fast because I want to share this experience with them. They include me in these things because that's not only a part of being a good Muslim, but because they care about me.

People fast for many reasons: to practice self-discipline and control, to become closer to God by devoting more time to prayer, to learn how to gain nourishment from the soul rather than rely solely on the body, and because it's tradition and cultural.

What resonated most with me was a Saudi Arabian doctor's response when someone asked why Muslims fast.

 "We fast to remember all those people who cannot eat and drink daily. We fast to feel their suffering, to remind ourselves of how blessed we are to have food and water.  We fast to feel those same pangs of hunger that our poor sisters and brothers feel daily around the world. We fast to become more generous, to practice self-discipline and to strive to become better Muslims and people."

 Muslim or not, we should all take some moments each day to acknowledge this, to practice self-discipline, to do something to help others less fortunate than us. To visit with our neighbors or call friends we have been neglecting. To focus on bettering ourselves and our emotional, physical, and mental health. And on that note, I once again wish you all a very happy Ramadan.

Q & A

I swore in as a Peace Corps Volunteer just about 6 months ago. Since then, I've received emails from family and friends with questions of what life is like as a volunteer, and what it's like to live in Jordan. Also, invitations for new Peace Corps Jordan volunteers are being sent out soon and I remember after receiving mine, rabidly searching the net trying to get a glimpse into what I was getting myself in to. So, during this particularly low-key Friday afternoon, I decided to attempt to answer a few of these, so they can be neatly compiled in one place. 

What's an average day like? 
The school and work week is Sunday-Thursday and spring semester runs from the beginning of February until early or mid June. On school days, I get up around 6:30 and walk down to school, past my landlord's pigeons, goats, chickens, and dog, olive trees, grape vines, rose bushes and lemon trees. As soon as I get on to the main road I am usually greeted with "good morning Ms Emily!" by at least a few of my students and continue the walk down the hill to school with them. I work at the girls' basic school and teach grades 1-4. The kindergarten and first grade is co-ed, and the rest of the grades (up to 9th) is all girls.  After school I teach English at the local Knowledge Station that is equipped with computers, an overhead projector, and English software. I have taught a variety of classes; a TOEFL prep course, adult beginners, 7th grade, 9th grade, and a couple other levels.

After that, I am often invited over to my landlord's house for lunch. I'll take them up on that, sometimes go visit other neighbors, or nap at my house. I spend my evenings hanging out at my neighbors' house or my own. I do some lesson planning, but after that's done I usually spend my evenings on the internet talking to folks, reading the news, or watching reruns of US sitcoms.

What do you do for fun? 
Most weekends, there is something going on - a wedding, an engagement party, an invitation to go on a picnic to someone's farm, and more recently, graduation parties. I visit people a lot. I'm viewed as an adult here so at visits, am expected to sit around and drink tea and coffee and talk for hours with women often twice my age. This can be great for about a half hour and then I try to sneak away to go and play with the kids outside. We play football, pick fruit, play with turtles (!), play with my Iphone and take as many pictures as possible, etc.

Some weekends I will go to Amman, which is only a couple hours away from me and an easy bus ride, and hang out with other volunteers. There's a cheap hotel we can stay at for about $7 a night downtown. There was a big music festival last week that had bands performing from all over the region, including Mashrou Leila, DAM, and Alaa Wardi. Click on the links-- seriously! Life in Amman is drastically different than life in most villages. There is a huge ex-pat community, all sorts of restaurants and bars, malls... the works.

Is everyone Muslim? How prevalent is religion?
Sunni Islam is the predominant religion in Jordan. There is also a Christian population (about 8%). Although my town is mostly Muslim, the town closest to me has a large Christian population. Atheism or agnosticism is very rare here, and not well understood. Muslims and Christians work together and are seemingly pretty understanding of one another. My mudeera (principle) is Muslim but my vice-mudeera is Christian. The adhan, or Islamic call to prayer, is an integral part of the culture here and can be heard from every mosque 5 times a day. People will either go the mosques or pray at home or work, facing South towards Mecca. Of course, religious practices vary from place to place, family to family, person to person.

Do women cover their heads? 
Many Muslim women do cover their hair when in public, or when in the presence of men who are not close relatives. Some wear a hijab (head scarf)- they come in all sorts of pretty colors and patterns. Some women wear the niqab, a black veil that covers the face except for the eyes. Some Muslim women don't cover their hair at all. The burqa (the black robe that covers the entire body including face and eyes) is rare in this region, but some women do wear it. There is certainly some influence from family members or husbands, but from the women I've talked to about this it seems that how much they choose to cover, or not to cover, is ultimately their personal decision (I'm speaking about Jordan, in countries like Saudi Arabia it is different). As a non-Muslim, I am not expected to cover my hair. I do, however, dress more conservatively than I did in the states. In public, I usually wear my hair tied up and try to wear clothes that cover ankles, wrists and collar bones.

What's the weather like? 
I live in the mountains in the North of Jordan. It was cold in the winter, beautiful in the Spring, and now hot in the Summer (in the 80s and 90s). There are tons of fruit trees and pine trees. Right now, toot are in season- berries similar to raspberries, and mish-mish (apricots). Grapes will be here in about a month, and figs will be ready by October.

Do you have any friends? 
My brother has asked me this more than once. So to make it clear, yes, I have friends. All of the volunteers got quite close during our 2 months of training and I am lucky to live relatively close to quite a few of them. I still am in contact with my host family in Madaba and some of the friends that I made there. I visited them a few weeks ago and will visit again at the end of June. In Kufranjah, I've been blessed with a landlord with a very welcoming, loving family. They have 9 grown kids, the youngest is 17 and the oldest is 27, who recently announced she is pregnant. Mama Haula often refers to my as her 6th daughter. I am invited for lunch most days. I've also become really good friends with one of the teachers at my school. She makes an effort to visit me, invite me to her home, and take me to their beautiful farm about 15km away despite having 7 young kids. I love the students and kiddos in my neighborhood, and naturally make friends with them faster and easier than I do with most adults because our relationship is based off of playing rather than talking. They love inviting me to their homes. On the days that I am not utterly exhausted, I graciously accept.

How are the guys? Is harassment an issue? 
As I've alluded to, gender segregation is very prevalent here. At all parties and social gatherings, women are usually upstairs and the men downstairs and they don't interact. My landlord's family has 4 boys and since I am over there all the time, considered part of the family even, I hang out with them and it's fine. But I would never, ever go and spend time there if the girls weren't home. Not because I don't trust them, but because it would be inappropriate and awkward.

Men in the street here are for the most part okay. There is staring and occasional vulgar words thrown in my direction. Public shaming is one of the biggest embarrassments here, so a piercing glare or "haram" (forbidden) will shut them up.

I get asked if I'm married all the time by moms and grandmas in my community. I say no. Then they ask if I will get married to a Jordanian or an American. I usually tell them that I am in Jordan to work and learn, am not ready to get married, and want my parents to know my to-be-husband. This sometimes works, but women still tell me how great their sons are in hopes I might change my mind. On one occasion a woman I'm pretty close with became very persistent in her attempt to get me to marry her son. It got awkward. But stopped. 

How is your Arabic?
It's fine, but I get frustrated that I can't express myself fully. I can have conversations with people and get my basic needs, for the most part. On June 15, all volunteers return to villages around Madaba for 2 weeks of intensive Arabic lessons. I'll live with a host family again and have Arabic lessons every day. After this, maybe I won't have to resort to charades and pictionary quite as often, inshaallah.

Are you homesick? 
Rarely- it's the people I miss (who are scattered all over the place anywho) and the internet makes keeping in touch with them- and even seeing their faces- pretty easy.

So.... you live in the Middle East... 

I live in the northwest, near Jerash on the map.

Yes, I live in the Middle East. Globally speaking, Jordan is in a tough neighborhood.

From Al Jazeera's homepage

However, I feel completely safe in my village, on the buses to other villages, and in Amman. But the fact that there is a war going on about 75km North of me is something I think of tirelessly. It's Atrocious. Horrendous. I'm not sure if there is a word strong enough to express it.

Final death toll for Thursday 06/06/2013; More than 140 were killed in Syria yesterday. The dead include: 44 civilians, 52 rebel fighters, 2 defected soldiers (1 officer), 11 unidentified rebel fighters, and at least 35 regular soldiers. --  Syrian Observatory for Human Rights.

About 1500 Syrians are coming to Jordan every day. There are well over half a million refugees living in Jordan, some in the refugee camps but a lot in villages throughout the North of Jordan. I was talking to a friend the other day and she thinks there are at least 500 Syrian families living in our village. Some Jordanians here "rent out" their roofs to Syrian families. The effect that this influx of people has on Jordan is intensifying more each day. Despite the foreign aid Jordan is receiving, prices continue to rise. Today, there were many protests throughout the country because of a recent spike in electricity prices.

I routinely look at the news, often multiple times a day, in hope that I'll stumble upon some indication that things will begin to settle down soon. Peace talks are being discussed, foreign aid is being sent over-- steps in the right direction I guess. The optimist in me thinks that these actually can make a significant difference. But the sad reality is that things aren't going to get better soon. Certainly not overnight.

There are certain places that Peace Corps does not let us go within Jordan. One is anywhere near the Syrian border, including the Zatari refuge camp where 120,000 some Syrian refugees are living. Another is Ma'an, in the South of Jordan where there has been ongoing violence between two tribes that has escalated these past several months. Peace Corps sends us weekly emails highlighting all local and regional news. When there are any security concerns we get text messages letting us know what is going on and we've been trained multiple times on what to do if something were to suddenly occur that would threaten our safety.

Most countries in the region are off limits to travel to as well: Egypt, Syria, Lebanon, Palestine, Iraq, Iran and now Turkey. I had made summer plans to travel to Istanbul, but have to cancel or alter plans now for obvious reasons.

I have these 2 quotes taped on my wall side by side each other and my giant world map.

“Adventure is a path. Real adventure – self-determined, self-motivated, often risky – forces you to have firsthand encounters with the world. The world the way it is, not the way you imagine it. Your body will collide with the earth and you will bear witness. In this way you will be compelled to grapple with the limitless kindness and bottomless cruelty of humankind.... This will change you. Nothing will ever again be black-and-white.” – Mark Jenkins

"It takes a great deal of courage to see the world in all its tainted glory, and still to love it." -– Oscar Wilde

And I leave you with that. If you have any other questions, please leave them in the comments or email me. 

 

Jerash

Last weekend I visited Jerash, one of Jordan's tourist highlights, a city about an hour South of me. Archeologists have found artifacts that date back to the neolithic age (about 6500 years ago) but the city that remains today was developed about 2000 years ago. In 63AD, Jerash became part of the Decapolis under Roman rule. It became a huge trading hub and thus flourished, emperor after emperor building something more astonishing than the last. During the 3rd century, Jerash was at it's peak and had an estimated 20,000 inhabitants. However, the Persian invasion, the Muslim conquest, and a couple of earthquakes lead to the city's decline during the 8th century.  It was left uninhabited, buried in sand for about a thousand years until a German guy discovered the ruins in 1806 and an excavation project started during the 20th century.

Hadrian's Arch: built to commemorate the visit of the Emperor Hadrian to Jerash in 129 AD

Fountain constructed in 191 AD

I still can't wrap my brain around how they carved those.

As I walked down the colonnaded street I couldn't help but imagine what I'ld be doing if I was living here 2000 years ago. My friend Judith and I decided we'ld likely be practicing our carving and etching skills. If people are still around 2000 years from now I wonder what they will find left behind by us? I wonder if they will find it as epic as we find this. Maybe. But I imagine they'll have to dig through a lot more than just sand to find it.

Weekend update

After being sick almost all of last week, I am once again reminded to never take my health for granted. It was nothing serious, but unpleasant to say the least.

I recovered in time for the weekend. Friday consisted of Magluba for lunch with my neighbors followed by not one, but two weddings. 2 servings of kanafeh, 2 bebsis, and being forced to show off my best (read: not good) Arabian dancing skills 2 times. I think I may have mentioned this before, but in Jordan, weddings are gender segregated, meaning the men hang out in one room while the women in the other. Both rooms consist of mainly the same thing-- eating and dancing. The groom comes in at some point and him and the bride dance together. After the celebration, guests leave honking their horns and shooting fireworks or guns into the air in honor of the new couple.

Saturday I went on a quick shopping trip to Ajloun with my neighbor in search of new shoes and summer PJs. Bargaining is normal here, but I hate it and am quite terrible at it. Heba, on the other hand, is wonderful and got a pair of 15 JD shoes down to 10 and a pair of PJ pants from 4 JD down to 2.5. A good shopping buddy indeed.

I was happy to be back at school today. I'm finally getting to the point where I know and feel comfortable with most of the teachers and that my Arabic is descent enough that I can have conversations with them and they sometimes understand what I'm saying and vice-versa. I continue to love the kiddos, especially as I get to know them better.

Now that spring is here, I run into people I recognize in the streets more often and they are excited to invite me into their homes to meet their families and feed me.  I never cease to be amazed by Jordanian hospitality and generosity.

And here, a few photos of mornings in Kufranjah

Good morning goats

morning commute

morning assembly

 1st grade charmers 

Obama visits Jordan

Early last Saturday morning I had the privilege of seeing President Obama, John Kerry, and US Ambassador to Jordan, Stuart Jones, speak in Amman. His talk was brief but poignant. Rather than talking more about politics, crisis, Syria, Israel, Palestine or Turkey, he talked to us and recognized the work of all those in the room that morning. Both President Obama and John Kerry took time afterwards to shake as many hands as possible-- mine included!

"I'ld like to introduce you to the very best embassy in the world." - Ambassador Stuart Jones

"We're blessed to have a president who also lived abroad as a young man. He understands what this is all about. And I think that's what gives him a very special connection to people all across this planet. It's why he has restored America's reputation in the world.... He has the vision that I know brings every one of you to this job." - Secretary of State, John Kerry

"I'm not gonna give a long speech, mainly because I've been giving long speeches everywhere.
The main thing I want to communicate is that when I come to a country, when John comes to a country, we get some attention, we get our faces in the newspaper, but... we leave. And, people's real impressions of what America's about, what our values are, how we treat each other, how we work together; those impressions are made by you.... your interactions with the people here in Jordan, with people here in the region. Your kindness, your generosity, your professionalism, your effort. All that, all that creates ripples of hope and friendships between the United States and other countries that will make all the difference in the world." - President Obama

"I know the work isn't always easy... I know that the hours are long and the pay is mediocre, but, my sense is the reason you do this is because, not only do you care deeply about our country and what it stands for, but you also recognize the common humanity in all of us." - President Obama 

On Friday, Obama had a meeting and press conference with King Abdullah. Please take the time to watch it here or read the transcript here.


 

A day in the life

It's hard to believe I've been at site for [only/ already] a month and a half. As I expected, and as Peace Corps spent 2 months telling me during PST, it's been an adjustment and every day has its ups and downs.

Here's a quick summary of what I've been spending most of my time doing.

The school week here is Sunday-Thursday and I teach English at the all girls' basic school, just down the hill (actually, down 3 very steep hills) from my house. I co-teach grades 1-5 with 3 different Jordanian English teachers. As there is just about everywhere in the world, there is a shortage of jobs here so Peace Corps does not send volunteers in to take jobs that other people are qualified for. Rather, my Jordanian counterpart and I work in the classroom together. I help introduce different ways of teaching (ie songs... so so many songs) and give the kids a chance to hear and interact with a native English speaker. Many of the Jordanian teachers have their degrees in teaching, know the students, can translate in Arabic when needed, and have worked at the school for several years. One of my counterparts has worked there for 30-some years and recently announced that this is her last year! Happy for her, sad for us.

There are 6 or 7 periods each day and I usually teach about 4 of them. During off periods I am supposed to be lesson planning, but often get called in to drink tea and eat with the principle and vice-principle and whoever else has a free period and sometimes get impromptu Arabic classes.

The kids are great most of the time. Today I spent my off day working on Classroom Rules signs. Kids are very enthusiastic to participate for the most part, but raising your hand, listening to others while they speak and not shouting are still hard concepts to grasp-- even for the older kids. I'm supposed to model "positive discipline" (not yelling) but have slipped up on that here and there.  They're so cute though. And it's always exciting that moment when it finally clicks. They all greet me "Good morning Miss Emily". It being a small town, I run into the kids a lot and sometimes at 4 in the afternoon they'll say the same thing-- still cute, but we gotta keep working on greetings and times of the day.

School campus

Sundays and Tuesdays I work at the Knowledge Station (a community center with a computer lab) and teach 2 after school English classes, for 3rd-5th graders from 2-3:00 and for 6th-8th graders from 3-4:00. More and more girls show up each time- it makes me happy to know they like it so much that they're telling their friends.

On Mondays and Wednesdays I teach a TOEFL (test of English as a foreign language) class for adults. Most masters' programs require you to pass the TOEFL exam to be accepted to the University. The test is really hard and it reminds me of the SATs. The class started out with about 12 students but has dropped down to 4. Most who signed up really need a grammar or conversation class before they can really get much out of the class. It's a lot of work at my end- lots of preparation because there is no fixed curriculum for it yet. I prefer working with the kiddos and once the TOEFL course winds down (in a couple of months) I think I will mainly focus on after school programs for kids and maybe a couple of laid back, drop in conversation classes for adults.

So, weeks are busy. I come home around 4:30 most days exhausted. I often get invited to go have lunch with my landlord's family so take them up on that and then usually take a nap. After lunch we'll go watch TV and lay on the farshas and then someone inevitably puts some sort of magical blanket on me that puts me into a deep sleep. They tell me it's addi (normal/no problem) to sleep there. It was awkward at first waking up to either no one in the room or to like 8 people in the room, but now it really has become addi. When possible, I do try to make it all the way down stairs and next door to my house to nap.

As the weather begins to get warmer, I am trying to do more exploring outside in my free time. The other day after class I got invited to go to a teachers' house who lives in a town nearby. We walked through Wadi Kufranjah, a beautiful valley with almond trees, a river, wild flowers. It's so close to my house and I had no idea!

All in all, life is good. Starting a new job, moving, and learning a new language are 3 tiring things. Doing them simultaneously is extra tiring. Thus-- I feel like I am tired all the time. Even with constant tea, nescafe, turkish coffee, arabic coffee, bebsi (there's no p sound in arabic so Pepsi is bebsi ;) and so on, I still feel tired. I'm hoping another month or 2 the learning curve will start to level out a bit, and as the days will get warmer and longer, my body and mind will start to adjust.

A Jordanian Picnic

Yesterday I was invited to go have a picnic in Wadi Rajib, a valley about 30 km northwest of Kufranjah with my landlord's sister and daughters and a couple of nephews. Forsaking my big Friday plans to do laundry and clean my house, I decided to go and it was AMAZING.

A view of the valley (arabic 101: wadi=valley)

It took a while to get to this viewpoint, but clearly it was well worth the journey. We parked the car in a field, and carried all of our picnic supplies through a very muddy, blustery field, through some bushes, up hills, down hills, past some goats in another blustery field, until we finally arrived at the perfect picnic spot.

Pictures never give natural beauty justice. But imagine this x 1000. The waterfall is beautiful and the caves protected us from the wind. 

We decided to go exploring. Point of destination is the cave in the top center of the photo, right behind the green shrub.

The voyage was not easy.

Don't let her fool you.

But we made it!

The caves are remnants of a Byzantine church, likely from the 6th century. Some of the mosaics are still in tact.

At one point, this was the inside of a church.

Notice the one very wet pant leg.

We returned safely in time to make and enjoy lunch. Complete with jadge, salata, patata, and cake. In Jordan PB&Js and granola bars just don't cut it.

After several hours, we moved spots and settled down to drink some gawha (coffee) and watched...

...as some sheep passed by...

...and huddled together as the sun went down before finally heading home.

A wonderful day indeed.