It’s at random deep hours of the night like this that I can almost remember the world of fantasies and dreams that I receded myself into for some many years, and that I got pulled away from when I entered college.
My thoughts were so vivid and I lived them out so passionately in my head that they almost seem like past lives now, or forgotten memories that tingle the senses when I encounter something that reminds me of them again. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to fully remember what they were, but I can recall key themes that I set my heart on, that I hope surface in my life at some point, inshallah.
Maybe my reality will finally start catching up with my mind in 2014, God willing.
What sets Jordanian culture apart from say Lebanese or Syrian culture?
My patriotic Jordanian-nationalistic colonized side was about to answer this with a bunch of talk about mansaf, street slang, and red keffiyehs, but the truth is there isn’t much of a difference at all — especially in the greater Syria region you mention. The only differences that exist between any Arabs are regional. The distinction between nationalities was constructed for us as a way to hone in on superficial differences and divide us.
you know when runners are behind the start line waiting for the sound of the gunshot to ring and they start getting into position and scratching their foot against the ground and rubbing it in to get a good footing before that starting shot rings and they take off? that’s what senior year feels like right now.
So during Friday prayer today, we made an extra dua in the middle of salaat for Egypt, and after we were finished a man got up and literally threw a tantrum and started screaming and yelling about how innocent Egyptians are dying and COLLAPSED ON THE GROUND, and then all the women started sobbing and reciting duas to themselves for our people.
And it really, REALLY pisses me off that now because innocent people are dying in Egypt, SUDDENLY NOW it starts to hit us that INNOCENT PEOPLE ARE DYING. Suddenly NOW people are going to get up in fits of passion about the tremendous injustices plaguing the Middle East, suddenly NOW we’re going to spend an extra five minutes to make a longer dua for our brothers and sisters, suddenly NOW people are going to cry and start saying their “hasbi Allah wal na’am il wakeel”s.
Innocent people have been dying in the Middle East EVERY DAY FOR DECADES, but no one gave a shit. Iraq has over a million civilian casualties. Pakistan is getting drone bombed. Little girls in Afghanistan are getting gangraped by US soldiers. Palestine has been suffocating in “the world’s largest open air prison.” What’s happening in Egypt is a TRAGEDY and it DESERVES the emotions that I saw today, but we should be equally emotional about ALL the atrocities that are being suffered by people in the Middle East and around the world EVERY. DAY.
There is no place for nationalism when it comes to injustice. None. It shouldn’t have to happen to Egypt or whatever country you’re from in order to feel the same heightened sense of pain and anger that you are ENTITLED to feel for every innocent life that is being taken by political violence. And once things settle down in Egypt GOD WILLING, we should STILL be JUST as passionate until EVERY COUNTRY IS FREE.
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I’m sorry, I don’t know what post you’re referring to! Cute blog though :)