Archive for September, 2005

I love life!

At this point of my life, I am where I am meant to be, where I want to be, where I should be!

I finally decided to take control of my life, and my first step was to start my Masters degree in Anthropology Community and Youth work. After years and years of confusion and loss and not knowing where I am heading and what I want to do with my life and what is my mission on earth. I found my way.

Today was my first day at school, and boy how exciting it is! I caught myself smiling, I am fascinated with the topics that I am to study: religion, politics, society, racism, terrorism, gender roles, nationality, youth, drugs, sex… have you ever heard of anything more fun?!! … topics that I am not only perfectly capable of handling, but topics that I love, that I enjoy, that I excel in!

I love the school, the people, the professors, the students, the streets, the buildings I am looking forward late night studying, countless cups of coffee that leave you jittery, exams, homework,… I dont know what could a person ask for more in life! I really dont know what you school brats are complaining about!!

What were the odds?

It was a very enjoyable brunch in a hotel in a city called Queretaro Mexico! Yes I am in Mexico…. You walk into the airport to get shocked at the modernity and orderliness of the airport, you form a totally different impression about the whole culture I always thought that mexico is a desert with bunch of men with moustaches and big sombreros running around on donkeys… ignorance! only to walk out in the city and feel you were put on the peak of a mountain, but the next step is a very steep hill! The poverty and the shabby surroundings are not exactly the moustache men on donkeys that I had in mind, a bit better

After few days, you realize that the hill is not really that steep, as the culture is really impressive, people are so polite and intelligent, and they are so honest, I imagined they will be trying to take more money in taxis because we are not locals, like they do in Amman… but no… they charged us all the same. The city is poor, but it is clean pleasant and is full of culture wherever you look.

And the food… the food is GOOD! Avocado, cilantro, tomatoes, chilies, onions and corn are part of everything! And it is so YUMMI!

Back to my brunch, the object of my attention were three people, the singer, a young man singing for a room full of people enjoying his beautiful voice and Spanish guitar, but not really listening… and was wondering what does he feel about this indifference to his talent?

The second person was a little girl, not more than 3 years, playing alone with her little pinky toys; she was playing around the table where her beautiful mother sits with a bunch of other ladies expensively dressed, hair is impeccable and their manner is of the crème de la crème of the Mexican society…. I could have been in Amman, or in the States, or in France…. These ladies were just global! And maybe the little girl caught my attention because she is the same age as our little Nizar.

The third person came to my attention when the little girl fell, and an older lady jumped to hug her, and I am not sure, but her loving manner is that of a grandmother, she was taking care of her with so much love, patience and calmness… which was really touching….and maybe it reminded me of the relationship of my own mother with Nizar, which is always calm, surely of experience compared to Hania, who panics if he falls, and gets angry if something happened to him… ya3ni just like a typical mother.

I was watching all three characters through out the brunch… wondering about their lives how did they come to be sitting in the same room with me today? Who are the other ladies on the table, what are they talking about? What does the singer do if not here? What is he thinking, how does he feel about this crowd? But really what got me to write today this pointless post, is that among all the 70 people in that room, there was really minimum interaction between all these strangers, except for a split of a second where there was a brief contact between my three characters! Only for a moment when the grandmother took the little girl’s hand to go get some fruit from the buffet and on her way she went to the singer to tell him how much she loved his voice and ask for a special request! What were the odds?!