You probably heard about the theory of relativity; if a man sat with a pretty girl he likes, an hour feels like one minute, but if he sits on a hot stove then a minute feels like an hour. Well, Jordan has been the person I’m in love with, the place where I can spend 10 years but feel like it has been a second, and the only shoulder I can confidently rely on when I lose my strength. My 4 months of summer is over, and in a week I depart to start my third year of Law School. I said I’d write a blogpost the day before I leave, but tonight, I don’t know why, but it felt that I should just put my thoughts into words.
This time, Jordan was different. This time, I saw somethings I never noticed before (or they were not that obvious), this time I saw some gaps in our country. Gaps that need to be filled before it’s too late and the ground below us open wide for us to be swallowed inside. I saw refugees coming from all over the Middle East. I saw Syrians walking on foot to just cross the border for some reassurance, I saw Palestinians coming to get treatment after the recent attacks on Gaza, I saw Iraqis looking for a place to shelter them and avoid being slaughtered. I saw it all. I saw the sadness, the frustration, the anger, but then I saw the look of relief, even if for a minute, those people were relieved they were finally, despite having NOTHING at all, at a place they can take a long breath without the fear of a bomb falling above them, a knife slitting their throats or their women being taken to be raped. Jordan to them was like a sigh of relief. Here, I asked myself, till when will we remain the safest haven in the area? till when will we be known for our moderate minds and hospitable borders? ALWAYS AND FOREVER is what I keep telling myself, INSSHALLAH, my Jordan will remain safe, glorious and happy. I pray for one thing, I pray that I come back in December and I have the option of visiting Baghdad, and Jerusalem, and Beirut, and Damascus..etc. I pray that my country is not the only safe haven in the area, but that every other country is, too.
My eyes swell as I write this; they become the fastest factory to produce tears. I will miss you my Jordan, my beautiful Amman, the morning walks, the crazy driving, the HONKING when the traffic lights is still red, the smiling policemen, the helpful old man behind the supermarket counter, the books I bought from the street, the 1 JD DVDS, the slow dreadful internet speed, the fights with line provider companies about where my credit went, the smooth summer breeze, the shining sun, the midnight ice cream, the ‘we don’t line up in queues’ places, Abu khamis manakeesh, the family gatherings around mansaf, and my tetas’ food, smiles, and laughs. I will miss it all. From the North, to the South, to the West, to the East, I will miss you Jordan.
أرجو من كل قلبي و أصلي بعمق و إيمان شديد أن تبقى يا أردن سالماً منعماً غانماً مكرماً..أن تبقى بلدي و علمك مرفوع شامخ في سماء الوطن. لا استطيع أن اتحمل فراقك، فكيف إذا سمعت أنك تتألم أو أن عاصفة الإرهاب قد سحبتك معها؟ من أجل روحي التي اضحيها من أجلك، لا تسقط.
شعبك يحبك، جيشك يحميك، لن أتركك، و عودتي قريبة إن شاء الله
سلام، سلام يا بلدي يا حبيبي.